<?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-10011598</id><updated>2011-08-17T23:43:25.913+02:00</updated><category term='inner circle'/><category term='story'/><category term='colour'/><category term='proverb'/><category term='spiritual awareness'/><category term='inspirational'/><category term='emotional intelligence'/><category term='photography'/><category term='the secret'/><category term='thankful'/><category term='culture'/><category term='quote'/><category term='change'/><category term='nature'/><category term='van gogh'/><category term='heritage'/><category term='rural'/><category term='joy'/><category term='museum'/><category term='horoscope'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='sorrow'/><category term='angels'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='sign'/><category term='candle'/><category term='law of attraction'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='video'/><category term='singapore'/><category term='career'/><category term='sanskrit'/><category term='body mass index'/><category term='cards'/><category term='health'/><category term='weight'/><category term='prayer'/><title type='text'>In the Mix</title><subtitle type='html'>She learned to say things with her eyes that others waste time putting into words</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-5582611638142803709</id><published>2009-10-30T16:16:00.042+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:02:11.118+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heritage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rural'/><title type='text'>Kampong Lorong Buangkok, Singapore's last rural village soon to disappear</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/habitatnews/7763621/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/7/7763621_094ce58de4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A kampong house in Kampung Lorong Buangkok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo by Jessdo (Habitatnews on Flickr).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore, a bustling city with skyscrapers and a shoppers' paradise. Sadly, development comes with a high price to pay when heritage has to make way for more land....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucked away somewhere in a corner of the cosmopolitan city, is a place where a slower pace of life seems to exist. Kampong Lorong Buangkok is the last surviving kampong (Malay for village) in the north east region on mainland Singapore. The kampong was also known as Selak Kain in Malay, which meant 'hitching up one's sarong (skirt)' as people hitch up their sarongs to wade through floods whenever the village experienced flash floods in the 20th century Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the news, the kampong is due to be demolished and redeveloped in the near future. Chickens pecking away on the narrow dirt roads and wooden huts with zinc roofs, many of them are empty as most families have since moved out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kampong is off Sengkang East Avenue near Yio Chu Kang Road. One could alight at the bus-stop along Yio Chu Kang Road, opposite the Church of St Vincent de Paul. Lorong Buangkok is within walking distance from Gerald Drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capture a part of old Singapore before it fades away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Video's of Lorong Buangkok&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/dvgfjtuGu7Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/dvgfjtuGu7Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/zl4Hv3cXoYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/zl4Hv3cXoYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/qAMKrBGX-Yk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/qAMKrBGX-Yk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;An interactive virtual tour of the kampong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singaporevr.com/vrs/Kampong_Buangkok/Kampong_Buangkok_entrance.html" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.singaporevr.com/images/panos/kampongbuangkok_reloaded.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 145px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; text-align: center; width: 445px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-5582611638142803709?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/5582611638142803709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=5582611638142803709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/5582611638142803709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/5582611638142803709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2009/10/kampong-lorong-buangkok-singapores-last.html' title='Kampong Lorong Buangkok, Singapore&apos;s last rural village soon to disappear'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/7/7763621_094ce58de4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-5466351172213059346</id><published>2009-08-18T13:04:00.018+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:48:48.079+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body mass index'/><title type='text'>Bummed out..... or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Overweight or not? It makes a big difference whether you are Asian, Caucasian or Pacific Islander. So I checked my BMI using &lt;a href="http://aadi.joslin.harvard.edu/asianclinic/asianclinic_bmi.asp"&gt;this calculator&lt;/a&gt;. According to the standards, the healthy range for an Asian is &lt;/span&gt;18.5 to 22.9. &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about an Asian raised in Europe? Does the BMI cut-off for Asians still apply then? I've searched the net but have found no answer. Either way, which ever standard I use, my current BMI isn't ideal. Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, while I was surfing the net, it became clear that we shouldn't base our health only on BMI calculations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other parameters should be taken into account too, for instance: age, gender, waist measurement and health risks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The picture below is a good example. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So my lesson today is not to let my BMI result get me down so easily.... there are more things to life and it is the condition of the soul that brings meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/bmi-comparison.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="383" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/bmi-comparison.gif" style="display: block; 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future with the angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was curious what the angels had to say.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.consciousone.com/c1Cards/cardsSingleView.cfm?cardID=354" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 211px;" src="http://www.consciousone.com/c1Cards/images/Lcard_354.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.consciousone.com/c1Cards/cardsSingleView.cfm?cardID=368" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 211px;" src="http://www.consciousone.com/c1Cards/images/Lcard_368.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.consciousone.com/c1Cards/cardsSingleView.cfm?cardID=370" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 210px;" src="http://www.consciousone.com/c1Cards/images/Lcard_370.jpg" alt="" 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/10011598-2472229610529396648?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2472229610529396648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=2472229610529396648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/2472229610529396648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/2472229610529396648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2009/08/past-present-future-with-angels.html' title='The past, present &amp; 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font-size: x-small;"&gt;Van Gogh Museum - Self-portrait 1887 - 1888&lt;br /&gt;From my photostream, MicheleLovesArt on Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Usually, taking photos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; is strictly forbidden in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam. However, an exception was made for a special photo session on the mornings of 23rd and 29th June 2009. The museum lifted this rule specially for the photo project Wiki Loves Art /NL. Photos taken during the month of June in participating museums will be used for Wikipedia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took part in the 1st photo session and a news crew was there too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="253" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vk.tv/volkskrant.nl/flash/vk_main.swf?c=1249515"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.vk.tv/volkskrant.nl/flash/vk_main.swf?c=1249515" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" height="253" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-6976850416499682748?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6976850416499682748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=6976850416499682748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/6976850416499682748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/6976850416499682748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2009/07/unique-photo-session-at-van-gogh-museum.html' title='Unique photo session at Van Gogh Museum Amsterdam'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2570/3675893537_9288e2e7fa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-5862381361438155301</id><published>2008-07-18T08:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:50:42.031+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>I am a Princess!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.buddytv.com/closedquiz/closed-quiz.aspx?quiz=57'&gt;Which Disney Heroine Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.buddytv.com/closedquiz/images/results/disney-jasmine.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com"&gt;Created by BuddyTV&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/10011598-5862381361438155301?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/5862381361438155301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=5862381361438155301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/5862381361438155301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/5862381361438155301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-princess.html' title='I am a Princess!!!'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-2219489281017523049</id><published>2008-06-15T10:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T10:51:42.946+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colour'/><title type='text'>Colour Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--ColorQuiz.com code--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=1 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=3 bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com"&gt;&lt;img border=0 alt=ColorQuiz.com src="http://www.colorquiz.com/images/colorquizlogosmall2.gif" width=120 height=32&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;Shell took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test!&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Her need to feel more causative and to have a wide..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/cgi-bin/results.cgi?do=print_blog&amp;picked1=5,4,3,1,6,2,0,7&amp;picked2=4,3,1,5,6,0,2,7&amp;sex=f&amp;blog_name=Shell"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What you bring forth out of yourself from the inside will save you. What you do not bring forth out of yourself from the inside will destroy you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-- Gospel of Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We can transform painful memories by re-imagining them from the soul’s perspective of love and meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andrew Schneider says that all experiences have the purpose of serving the soul. An experience in the past blocked us because our fear at the time distorted our perception of what happened. To transform this limiting experience, we must bring what was then unconscious into the soul’s realm through consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We can do this by following these steps:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. RECALL the past experience that might inhibit us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. OWN the experience (no judgment, blame, etc.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. TAKE RESPONSIBILITY for it and the consequences (i.e., the experience was determined by my subjective perception of what occurred, dictated by my lack of wholeness -- specifically my fears).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. GIVE IT MEANING (the soul was attempting to gain some kind of mastery or skill, but we didn’t know that at the time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. RE-IMAGINE it from the perspective of soul consciousness (showing its higher purpose).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Letting go of our suffering is the hardest work we will ever do. It is also the most fruitful. To heal means to meet ourselves in a new way -- in the newness of each moment where all is possible and nothing is limited to the old."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-- Stephen Levine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-7043746507509369379?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7043746507509369379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=7043746507509369379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/7043746507509369379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/7043746507509369379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/heal-past.html' title='Heal the past'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-3661444838426346994</id><published>2007-08-09T21:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T10:58:03.059+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Are You A High Maintenance Woman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Medium Maintenance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouahighmaintenancewomanquiz/medium-maintenance.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't as hard to deal with as some girls&lt;br /&gt;But you aren't the most laid back chick either&lt;br /&gt;You're easy to deal with 90% of the time, but watch out for that 10%!&lt;br /&gt;If the guy you are with has good intentions, then calm down a little&lt;br /&gt;But if he's really screwing up, don't waste your breath - move on :-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouahighmaintenancewomanquiz/"&gt;Are You A High Maintenance Woman?&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/10011598-3661444838426346994?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3661444838426346994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=3661444838426346994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/3661444838426346994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/3661444838426346994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/08/are-you-high-maintenance-woman.html' title='Are You A High Maintenance Woman?'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-2274490680133163397</id><published>2007-05-30T18:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:06:44.185+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>The First Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday the cards mentioned my angels are trying to send me signs... well, today when I was looking though my mail, there was a white envelop with something bulky inside. My instinct told me immediately that I'd won some kind of contest again. When I opened the envelop and saw its contents, I was amused.... and thought to myself, "This MUST be a sign!".... what was it? Intuition cards!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Rl8wyl7XqzI/AAAAAAAAAt4/CL1_5zGWdVQ/s1600-h/Intuition+Cards.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Rl8wyl7XqzI/AAAAAAAAAt4/CL1_5zGWdVQ/s400/Intuition+Cards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070825351175187250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10011598-2274490680133163397?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2274490680133163397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=2274490680133163397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/2274490680133163397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/2274490680133163397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-sign.html' title='The First Sign'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Rl8wyl7XqzI/AAAAAAAAAt4/CL1_5zGWdVQ/s72-c/Intuition+Cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-5450751864286457414</id><published>2007-05-29T19:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:05:56.372+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>Meditation, New Beginnings, Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's messages from my angels:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.consciousone.com/c1cards/cardsSingleView.cfm?cardID=342" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Rlxfg94_ulI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ypYoUq5WZQs/s200/Lcard_342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070032300486408786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.consciousone.com/c1Cards/cardsSingleView.cfm?cardID=366" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Rlxfpt4_unI/AAAAAAAAAtw/tMu8UbqU3FA/s200/Lcard_366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070032450810264178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.consciousone.com/c1Cards/cardsSingleView.cfm?cardID=350" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Rlxfld4_umI/AAAAAAAAAto/759-R0bb3Tw/s200/Lcard_350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070032377795820130" 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/10011598-5450751864286457414?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/5450751864286457414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=5450751864286457414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/5450751864286457414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/5450751864286457414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/05/meditation-new-beginnings-signs.html' title='Meditation, New Beginnings, Signs'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Rlxfg94_ulI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ypYoUq5WZQs/s72-c/Lcard_342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-3039422963232611239</id><published>2007-05-12T22:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:06:44.861+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law of attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the secret'/><title type='text'>Heavenly Radiance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/RkYiSOjJxOI/AAAAAAAAAso/ibEdyn0HZSM/s1600-h/Incanto+Shine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/RkYiSOjJxOI/AAAAAAAAAso/ibEdyn0HZSM/s400/Incanto+Shine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063772527563228386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;like a halo of light around a rainbow... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first moment I got a whiff of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this new fragrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, its heavenly scent awakened my soul and I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew &lt;/span&gt;I had to have this radiant delight... for more than 2 weeks I really wanted this fragrance but my financial status wasn't making it happen... However, this week, I thought to myself, "This Saturday, I will have this fragrance..." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I asked, visualised and let go&lt;/span&gt;... And guess what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I received an email &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with a voucher for an extra 5 euros off the current discount price!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An answer from the Universe!&lt;/span&gt; Grateful for this blessing, I went out and got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;myself a 2 piece giftset of a 30ml Eau de Toilette accompanied by a 50ml body lotion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Character:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sheer happiness, the pleasure of peace and harmony, long walks at one with nature, freedom, like finding paradise…. A fruity floral fragrance, colorful and glowing, like a halo of light around a rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Top Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Incanto Shine takes off with sparkling pineapple and passion fruit, bursting with joy and propelled by fizzy bergamot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Middel Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Delicate freesia and pink peony suddenly twine with vineyard peach in carnal sensuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Base Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;White cedarwood, soft amber and musk melt down in a voluptuous cocoon, evoking the smell of skin warmed by the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pink and sunny rainbow tinges the flacon, streaking through the azure blue sky. Delicate pink flowers cluster here, the flight of a dragonfly there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A sheer fantasy, a heavenly radiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;~ by Salvatore Ferragamo ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE JOY OF BERGAMOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;              It is within the sweet, spicy, citrus aroma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;              We find a high frequency that lightens our heart and mind with joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;              The aroma carries us to our eternal youth eliminating worries and               sorrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;              Believing in another day that brightness will arise with the sunshine               in our souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;              To begin with new freshness, creating an awareness of the light               to carry us forward to the dimensions of joyfulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;           ***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;EN-COURAGEMENT OF                   CEDARWOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;              Woody warm and sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;              The grounding aroma of the cedar tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;              It carries a powerful, dignified, strengthening scent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;              As the breath inhales the notes of this tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;              Eliminating imbalance of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;              Creating a gliding feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;              To conquer our dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;           ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ by Danielle Sade, Aromatherapy         Center ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-3039422963232611239?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3039422963232611239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=3039422963232611239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/3039422963232611239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/3039422963232611239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/05/radiant-delight.html' title='Heavenly Radiance'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/RkYiSOjJxOI/AAAAAAAAAso/ibEdyn0HZSM/s72-c/Incanto+Shine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-8555352897655719286</id><published>2007-05-09T01:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:44:27.926+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>A Bridge Too Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's 1.45am now but I'm not able to sleep...  There's too much noise... and it's all coming through me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the messages are so clear now....  the signs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sent to me lately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;are so clear to me now.... but they all come with so much noise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's so overwhelming that I decided to get out of bed completely and so here I am now... trying to write the noise out of me.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It rained all day today but early this evening, the sun suddenly appeared and I'd never seen it shine so bright.... But as suddenly as it appeared, it faded just as quickly away, and the only thing that remained was so intensly cold. Sometimes the sun comes out so beautifully and gives so much warmth, you wish it would stay with you forever... but suddenly clouds come and the sun starts to fade away... and the further the sun seems to stray... until it even hides itself from you... sometimes for a day, sometimes for a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes a day when you realise that you can't remember feeling it... for so much time has passed since you felt the warmth on your skin.... the distance is now too great... and you can't seem to find the very bridge that brought you to it in the first place... it seems too far... but yet you search...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a while, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as long as the sun hides itself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you grow weary... you feel the energy leaving you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it gets colder.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nicesmooth/219550099/" target="_blank" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/77/219550099_57431bf3fc.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nicesmooth/219550099/" target="_blank"&gt;olam haba&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nicesmooth/" target="_blank"&gt;nice+smooth ultramedia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like all things in life, there are different paths you can take... there is always choice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;give up searching and wait in patience, for you believe the sun will come again to find you, only you just don't know when... or keep on searching, believing you'll soon find that same bridge that connected you once before... or build a new bridge to lead you to the sun that's still out there somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;which path will you walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whichever path you take, there is no wrong or right... whichever path you take, you need strength to walk it... whichever the path, there's no sure thing of where it will lead... but question is, do you have enough strength if you have to walk alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if what I've written seems too flaky, too dreamy... it's now 4am and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been here for more than 2 hrs now but the noise still hasn't left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And above all, I'm deprived of sleep so my brain's only half here... Regardless, in about 2hrs time, I still have to leave for work, but though I'm still not able to sleep, I think I'll just lay down and give my eyes some rest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/10011598-8555352897655719286?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8555352897655719286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=8555352897655719286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/8555352897655719286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/8555352897655719286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/05/bridge-too-far.html' title='A Bridge Too Far'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/77/219550099_57431bf3fc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-5845122413902910451</id><published>2007-05-06T20:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:45:10.263+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Two Boxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.myopera.com/zenya/blog/gibbons_v_black_box.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://files.myopera.com/zenya/blog/gibbons_v_black_box.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have in my hands two boxes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   Which God gave me to hold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He said,"Put all your sorrows in the black, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   And all your joys in the gold."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I heeded his words, and in the two boxes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   Both my joys and sorrows I store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But though the gold became heavier each day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   The black was as light as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With curiosity, I opened the black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   I wanted to find out why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   Which my sorrows had fallen out by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   "I wonder where my sorrows could be." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He smiled a gentle smile at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   "My child, they're all here with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I asked,"God, why give me the boxes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why the gold, and the black with the hole?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   the black is for you to let go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-5845122413902910451?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/5845122413902910451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=5845122413902910451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/5845122413902910451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/5845122413902910451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/05/two-boxes.html' title='Two Boxes'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-3650682518732009527</id><published>2007-05-05T15:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:05:18.042+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>Body Care, Healing, SoulMate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the inspiration of healing still in me, I came across a link at &lt;a href="http://www.consciousone.com/" target="_blank"&gt;consciousone.com&lt;/a&gt; and intuitively selected 3 &lt;a href="http://www.consciousone.com/c1Cards/cardsView.cfm?cardGroupID=8" target="_blank"&gt;Healing With the Angels Oracle cards&lt;/a&gt;. According to the site, each card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; from left to right, the past, present and future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; carries a message from my angel. And each divine message I hold close to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.consciousone.com/c1Cards/cardsSingleView.cfm?cardID=304" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/RjySpujJxJI/AAAAAAAAArY/XbScphLwhJs/s200/Lcard_304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061081326825358482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.consciousone.com/c1Cards/cardsSingleView.cfm?cardID=368" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/RjyTH-jJxLI/AAAAAAAAAro/tW-efVpLOfY/s200/Lcard_368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061081846516401330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.consciousone.com/c1Cards/cardsSingleView.cfm?cardID=332" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/RjyTDujJxKI/AAAAAAAAArg/tKp8rIMaxx0/s200/Lcard_332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061081773501957282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10011598-3650682518732009527?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3650682518732009527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=3650682518732009527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/3650682518732009527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/3650682518732009527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/05/with-inspiration-of-healing-still-in-me.html' title='Body Care, Healing, SoulMate'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/RjySpujJxJI/AAAAAAAAArY/XbScphLwhJs/s72-c/Lcard_304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-3289778902321237342</id><published>2007-05-05T14:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:56:58.088+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Being thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, someone said to me, "The reason why I am able to pull myself through all of this is because I keep hearing your voice saying just 3 words: 'Count my Blessings'. Do you know, this is helping me so much? And it's all you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hearing him say that, I realised that I am able to touch the people around me and actually make some difference. I am grateful for this gift within me that helps bring inspiration and healing to others and I pray for the strength to help me do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Rjy-K-jJxMI/AAAAAAAAArw/1QtJFqsJAUk/s1600-h/Clipboard03.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Rjy-K-jJxMI/AAAAAAAAArw/1QtJFqsJAUk/s400/Clipboard03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061129177056003266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me that I should use this gift for myself too, so this weekend is for gratitude, a whole weekend for room to count my blessings. I will appreciate everything that comes my way today. Be it joy, be it sadness, they are all blessings, it's all beauty of this journey called "Life". This is an important daily ritual for me for I strongly believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that when you count your blessings, it gives you peace and awakens your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting your blessings is being thankful. Not only for the good things but it's especially being thankful for the challenges that come your way... for when you practice this often enough, the challenges that you are facing will transform into something positive, something good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; This helps your mind to put things into a different perspective... embrace each challenge, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and you'll start to see the lessons you can learn from it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and you will be able to move on. This is also a part of what I call "Letting go" and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you are actually allowing yourself to heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes time and effort to be able to count your blessings everyday. It's especially hard during times of troubles to be able to find joy in all things. It needs practice... lots of practice. But the peace and healing that you receive is so rewarding, it's really worth the energy that you put into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 things that I'd like to share: the poem below which helps to count your blessings and an article written by Ann Christi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;about &lt;a href="http://www.peaceportalarts.com/feature_articles/gratitude.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Gratitude&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be thankful!       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you did, what would there be to look forward to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be thankful when you don't know something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for it gives you the opportunity to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be thankful for the difficult times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During those times you grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be thankful for your limitations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because they give you opportunities for improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be thankful for each new challenge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because it will build your strength and character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be thankful for your mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They will teach you valuable lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be thankful when you're tired and weary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because it means you've made a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's easy to be thankful for the good things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;are also thankful for the setbacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and they can become your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-3289778902321237342?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3289778902321237342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=3289778902321237342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/3289778902321237342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/3289778902321237342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/05/being-thankful.html' title='Being thankful'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Rjy-K-jJxMI/AAAAAAAAArw/1QtJFqsJAUk/s72-c/Clipboard03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-6435130779278287275</id><published>2007-05-04T23:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:06:46.643+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual awareness'/><title type='text'>Listen to your Inner Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Busy with thoughts, actions and activities of day, processing each of them, we get so caught up that we forget to make room for ourselves... to listen... to listen to our inner voice. Lately, I've been more and more aware that I need to make room for this. The recent months have brought me closer to my inner self and the need to be make this connection stronger is increasing. This WisdomFlash reminds me to make the most out of my awareness and that I should let this grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.consciousone.com/wisdomflash/WFproduct/wisdomflashes/innervoice2.swf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Rjugg-jJxEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/YAYcRFBbPio/s400/Clipboard02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060815094687581250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;YOUR INTUITIVE VOICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Everyone has an inner voice... most people just ignore it. But it has a purpose. If you listen to that inner voice, you can leave fear and anxiety behind. You can be guided towards an experience of ease and flow; you can open up your eyes and ears and heart to new and wondrous things... just by listening. Can you hear it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; by   Sonia  Choquette&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/10011598-6435130779278287275?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6435130779278287275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=6435130779278287275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/6435130779278287275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/6435130779278287275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/05/intuitive-voice.html' title='Listen to your Inner Voice'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Rjugg-jJxEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/YAYcRFBbPio/s72-c/Clipboard02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-2946265664501089933</id><published>2007-05-02T22:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:06:46.971+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>10 Rules for Being Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Rjj5YujJxDI/AAAAAAAAAqk/muH4LgatI5A/s1600-h/woman_800x600.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Rjj5YujJxDI/AAAAAAAAAqk/muH4LgatI5A/s400/woman_800x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060068384558400562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cultivategreatness.com/2007/03/30/10-rules-for-being-human" target="_blank"&gt;10 Rules for Being Human&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Cherie Carter-Scott&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule One - You will receive a body.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you love it or hate it, it’s yours for life, so accept it. What counts is what’s inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule Two - You will be presented with lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a constant learning experience, which every day provides opportunities for you to learn more. These lessons specific to you, and learning them ‘is the key to discovering and fulfilling the meaning and relevance of your own life’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule Three - There are no mistakes, only lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your development towards wisdom is a process of experimentation, trial and error, so it’s inevitable things will not always go to plan or turn out how you’d want. Compassion is the remedy for harsh judgement - of ourselves and others. Forgiveness is not only divine - it’s also ‘the act of erasing an emotional debt’. Behaving ethically, with integrity, and with humour - especially the ability to laugh at yourself and your own mishaps - are central to the perspective that ‘mistakes’ are simply lessons we must learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule Four - The lesson is repeated until learned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons repeat until learned. What manifest as problems and challenges, irritations and frustrations are more lessons - they will repeat until you see them as such and learn from them. Your own awareness and your ability to change are requisites of executing this rule. Also fundamental is the acceptance that you are not a victim of fate or circumstance - ‘causality’ must be acknowledged; that is to say: things happen to you because of how you are and what you do. To blame anyone or anything else for your misfortunes is an escape and a denial; you yourself are responsible for you, and what happens to you. Patience is required - change doesn’t happen overnight, so give change time to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule Five - Learning does not end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are alive there are always lessons to be learned. Surrender to the ‘rhythm of life’, don’t struggle against it. Commit to the process of constant learning and change - be humble enough to always acknowledge your own weaknesses, and be flexible enough to adapt from what you may be accustomed to, because rigidity will deny you the freedom of new possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule Six - “There” is no better than “here”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the hill may be greener than your own, but being there is not the key to endless happiness. Be grateful for and enjoy what you have, and where you are on your journey. Appreciate the abundance of what’s good in your life, rather than measure and amass things that do not actually lead to happiness. Living in the present helps you attain peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule Seven - Others are only mirrors of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love or hate something about another person according to what love or hate about yourself. Be tolerant; accept others as they are, and strive for clarity of self-awareness; strive to truly understand and have an objective perception of your own self, your thoughts and feelings. Negative experiences are opportunities to heal the wounds that you carry. Support others, and by doing so you support yourself. Where you are unable to support others it is a sign that you are not adequately attending to your own needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule Eight - What you make of your life is up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. Take responsibility for yourself. Learn to let go when you cannot change things. Don’t get angry about things - bitter memories clutter your mind. Courage resides in all of us - use it when you need to do what’s right for you. We all possess a strong natural power and adventurous spirit, which you should draw on to embrace what lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule Nine - Your answers lie inside of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust your instincts and your innermost feelings, whether you hear them as a little voice or a flash of inspiration. Listen to feelings as well as sounds. Look, listen, and trust. Draw on your natural inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rule Ten - You will forget all this at birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all born with all of these capabilities - our early experiences lead us into a physical world, away from our spiritual selves, so that we become doubtful, cynical and lacking belief and confidence. The ten Rules are not commandments, they are universal truths that apply to us all. When you lose your way, call upon them. Have faith in the strength of your spirit. Aspire to be wise - wisdom the ultimate path of your life, and it knows no limits other than those you impose on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-2946265664501089933?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2946265664501089933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=2946265664501089933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/2946265664501089933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/2946265664501089933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/05/10-rules-for-being-human.html' title='10 Rules for Being Human'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Rjj5YujJxDI/AAAAAAAAAqk/muH4LgatI5A/s72-c/woman_800x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-2962016048700646792</id><published>2007-05-01T18:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:06:47.166+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Do you hear me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beautiful words that say so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.allisonsheart.com/doyouhearme/doyouhearme" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/RjjtkejJxCI/AAAAAAAAAqc/4EK1mM0qFA8/s400/Clipboard01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060055392282330146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a poem by Allison              Chambers Coxsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-2962016048700646792?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/2962016048700646792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=2962016048700646792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/2962016048700646792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/2962016048700646792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-you-hear-me.html' title='Do you hear me?'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/RjjtkejJxCI/AAAAAAAAAqc/4EK1mM0qFA8/s72-c/Clipboard01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-3006940008326521018</id><published>2007-04-25T20:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.136+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law of attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Strengthen your thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://greatday.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Daily Motivator&lt;/a&gt; for today is so appropriate that it's worth a place here since it really fits my previous post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday, April 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Strengthen your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your thoughts can work for you or they can work against you. Choose right now to hold those thoughts that work in your favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Choose the thoughts that give energy to your most cherished values and most treasured dreams. Choose thoughts that resonate with hope and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To hold a certain specific thought requires no physical effort, no special training and no permission from anyone else. Your thoughts are precisely what you allow them to be, as soon as you allow them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And those thoughts set the stage for the way you experience life. They serve as a lens through which you see the world, and they control the way you respond to every situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you develop a strong habit of filling your mind with positive, uplifting thoughts, you are well positioned to successfully meet the challenges that come your way. Empowering thoughts equip you to take effective and appropriate action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thoughts can come and go in an instant and have no physical dimensions, yet they exert enormous influence. Strengthen your thoughts and you strengthen your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-- Ralph Marston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-3006940008326521018?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3006940008326521018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=3006940008326521018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/3006940008326521018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/3006940008326521018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/04/strengthen-your-thoughts.html' title='Strengthen your thoughts'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-7895364054877993347</id><published>2007-04-25T19:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.137+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law of attraction'/><title type='text'>One at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's so much going on right now, I feel like it's all chasing me by. I'm trying desperately to gain my shine back so that I'll be able to smile the whole day again... but it's really hard. I know I shouldn't waste my energy pondering on all the things that aren't going right. I should use the power to think of how good things will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Thoughts become things. So choose the good ones!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick, however, lies in how to deal with the things that are happening right now. Settling each of them one at a time, I'm able to tick them, one by one, off my to-do list and by clearing these out, it will clear my mind. This is definitely a week full of action undertaking. But soon, my goal is by this weekend, things will settle down and I'll gain back my peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I complete my next task for today, I am now going to sit back and enjoy the sun that has just reappeared before it settles down to sleep. Sunset is due in about an hour. So, I'm off to make peace, listen to nature calling and count my blessings.&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/10011598-7895364054877993347?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7895364054877993347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=7895364054877993347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/7895364054877993347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/7895364054877993347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-at-time.html' title='One at a time'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-106945580408660711</id><published>2007-04-24T23:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:06:47.593+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Ten Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.consciousone.com/wisdomflash/WFProduct/wisdomflashes/tensecrets.swf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Ri-urejJxAI/AAAAAAAAAqA/AAr80II9oQ4/s400/Clipboard01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057452968518468610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEN SECRETS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You only have one life to live. You don't have time to become attached to anything! Live your passion, live your life: These are a few of the Secrets to Success. Everyone can become successful. There is enough room in the universe for EVERYONE to have what they want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;by Dr. Wayne Dyer&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-106945580408660711?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/106945580408660711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=106945580408660711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/106945580408660711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/106945580408660711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/04/ten-secrets.html' title='Ten Secrets'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Ri-urejJxAI/AAAAAAAAAqA/AAr80II9oQ4/s72-c/Clipboard01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-1911527484727669883</id><published>2007-04-24T21:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.140+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>The true test of character</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“The true test of character is not how much we know how to do,&lt;br /&gt;but how we behave when we don't know what to do.”&lt;br /&gt;~ John Holt&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-1911527484727669883?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1911527484727669883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=1911527484727669883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/1911527484727669883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/1911527484727669883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/04/true-test-of-character-is-not-how-much.html' title='The true test of character'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-1281644689641396759</id><published>2007-04-21T11:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.144+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hostgif.com/graphics/fantasy/Angels/50613xpaozcq732.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.hostgif.com/graphics/fantasy/Angels/50613xpaozcq732.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;doesn't mean to stop caring;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it means I can't do it for someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is not to cut myself off; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's the realization that I can't control another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To let go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is not to enable, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but to allow learning from natural consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is to admit powerlessness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;which means the outcome is not in my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is not to try to change or blame another; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can change only myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is not to care for, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but to care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is not to fix, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but to be supportive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is not to judge, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but to allow another to be a human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but to allow others to affect their own outcomes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is not to be protective; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it is to permit another to face reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is not to deny, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but to accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is not to adjust everything to my desires, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but to take each day as it comes and to cherish the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is not to nag, scold, or argue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but to search out my own shortcomings and to correct them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is not to criticize and regulate anyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but to try to become what I dream I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is not to regret the past, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but to grow and live for the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;is to fear less and love more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the instructions on how to let go... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perhaps it is letting go of a rebellious child, or a burden of sorrow; losing a loved one, or learning to live with a heartache which we just cannot let go of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Read this over... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;STUDY IT... PRAY OVER IT... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and you will find that letting go of your load will release a peace within you which will allow your spirit to soar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to be free... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to completely give it to God... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and let a work be done within you where the need is anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-1281644689641396759?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1281644689641396759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=1281644689641396759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/1281644689641396759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/1281644689641396759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/04/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-392642132574919681</id><published>2007-04-19T22:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:50:19.620+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>One step to spread my wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hostgif.com/graphics/index.php?gifpage=fantasy&amp;gifsub=Angels&amp;amp;offset=20" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hostgif.com/graphics/fantasy/Angels/prod_541_13921.jpg" alt="Get graphics at hostgif.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a meeting today to discuss about my ambitions and the opportunities at hand. It seems that this is the perfect season for career change. I made clear what I want and they will now be looking out for positions that might suit my expectations. I have now a job proposal which will be made open soon. I need to think about it, need to make a list of keywords what the job I want has to consist of. And to help the process move on, I am going for an ITIL certification.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michele's Horoscope from Tarot.com:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking about the possibility of an impossible love, but don't fall victim to your unrealistic fantasies. Even if you want to escape, you must remember that first there are things that you must do. Enjoying yourself in real life can minimize your dependence on fantasy, but don't run out on any promises you already made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Number for Today: 6  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a lucky day for you, in which you're likely to experience progress in your career and/or finances. You feel a sense of closeness with relatives and friends, and an overall healing of the heart. Few things could be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michele's Personal Hexagram:                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5: Patience                 Thursday, April 19th, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Meaning:  A fisherman can cast the line, but can only wait for the fish to bite. Your catch will come in its own time; you cannot make it come - neither by working nor by planning nor by wishing. You may need to provide nourishment for you and your loved ones; but only through patience can you become the bridge between the fickle fish and the eventual feast. Strength in a time of trial waits quietly, resolutely. Weakness grows agitated, and abandons the effort before the fish bite. Periods of waiting are most fruitful when used for quiet contemplation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Proceed cautiously, but resolutely, with whatever you are doing. The situation calls for consistency and patience. Waiting is an essential skill; patience is a powerful force. Time is an ally of those with inner strength - the kind of strength which allows you to be uncompromisingly honest with yourself, while sticking to the path you have charted. If you persevere with a positive attitude, time weakens even the hardest obstacles. To rush anything, or impatiently force results, stimulates resistance and causes setbacks. At best, you achieve surface changes that may just as quickly be reversed. Steadfast waiting - holding to your integrity - leads to slow but permanent improvements. In the end, you accomplish something great. Practice patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/10011598-392642132574919681?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/392642132574919681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=392642132574919681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/392642132574919681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/392642132574919681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-step-to-spread-my-wings.html' title='One step to spread my wings'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-6532166129706353559</id><published>2007-04-18T22:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:36:33.063+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><title type='text'>Embrace the light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday afternoon and evening, I took myself to a place to find my peace. I felt the wind rushing by me, watched and listened to the water beat against the rocks, watched the sun trying to break through the grey clouds and won, the bird that hung low and still in the air searching for food, watched the puffy clouds slowly pass by. The calmness began to fill within me. But I knew my mind was still not at peace. Today, I woke up fresh and did what I had to do and drove to work. On the way, I told myself to look again to the sky. The sun was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; shining, I pushed an old cd in and started singing my heart out. And while I was doing that, I felt I was letting it go. And it all started to hit me. Lightbulbs started turning on. A moment of enlightenments. Then I realised that lately, I've forgotten to count my blessings, and now that I remember, I choose to do that. I realise I need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the day went by, I kept on getting insights and I felt my power. Most of the insights came to me while I was talking to my mirror soul. And the next flow came while I was driving hom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e. A sense of inspiration filled my every being and I wasn't ready to go home yet. So, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; took myself to a place where I stood in awe at the divine beauty and became one with it. I started to count my blessings of the day and I felt the warmth, comfort and serenity slowly filling me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/micheleahin/466445035/" target="_blank" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/466445035_287e76c91d.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/micheleahin/466445035/" target="_blank"&gt;Blessing of the day&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/micheleahin/" target="_blank"&gt;! Webbielinker&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is what my horoscopes and messages state for today and once again, my sources are right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tarot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Michele's Horoscope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have a strong inner resolve that you can rely on now -- no matter what is happening in your outer life. Life is changing quickly, but you might not yet fully understand how. Don't worry about being left out; just let go of those things that stand between you and your success. Don't try to stop the process. Room is being made for new opportunities that will soon enter your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Californiapsychics.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sagittarius                                                            November 22 - December 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wednesday, April 18, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If it seems like there's a lot going on today, just remember to remain quick on your feet. Don't waste your time worrying about what others are doing. Just keep your own goals clearly in focus, but don't hesitate to remind people of your accomplishments. If you stick up for yourself, you're bound to get the support of others right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A Note from the Universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Avoiding something, Michele, draws it ever  near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defending yourself, can become a full time job.                       And worrying about things that might never happen,  increases their chances of happening.                                Yet still, you are 10,000 times more likely to laugh than  cry, be healthy than sick, live rich than poor, have  friends than be alone.                                That's the kind of momentum you've garnered through  countless lives of love; that's  the kind of power you long ago learned to master, and,  quite frankly, those were the odds you negotiated.                                You're just another part of me -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="dailyhd1"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michele's Personal Hexagram from Tarot.com:                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4: Youthful Folly                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, April 18th, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Meaning:  Be on guard for careless or rebellious attitudes characteristic of youthful inexperience. Just as a youth requires instruction, this is a good time to focus on learning your lessons from a patient teacher or life experience. Is there a circumstance in your life, which you have failed to comprehend completely, perhaps because you have failed to appreciate its inherent complexities? Be respectful of anything or anyone who has something to teach you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In order to be ready for challenging times, let education be a continuing part of your life. Be continually developing the strong mind and will necessary to carry one through confusing times. The wise realize that experience, especially difficult experience, is a powerful teacher. But we cannot be forced to learn, even from experience. Be a good student, one who delights in learning, one who nourishes his or her expanding awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Examine your attitude for factors which limit your openness. Observe how you deal with the mistakes of others. You must let people live their own lives and learn their own lessons. Offer others your wisdom or advice, but only if they are receptive. Otherwise, give up trying to convince them that you are right - that is only exhausting and counter-productive. If people are not receptive, let them proceed - even into difficulty or dangerous circumstances. It is the only way they can learn - and without learning, no one can achieve success. This does not mean that you should not care -- just that taking care of someone too much can be harmful. Live and let learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Daily Motivator, Greatday.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, April 18, 2007   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the responsibility   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not anyone else's job to make you happy or fulfilled.  What you choose to be is what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life is not going your way, there is nothing of value  to be gained by looking for someone to blame. Instead, move  beyond what has already happened and get busy exploring the  positive possibilities available to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you experience a disappointment or even a serious  setback, that is no reason to give up hope. Though life is  certainly not perfect, you are completely capable of moving  forward no matter what may have happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness will come to you when it comes from you. Success  will be yours when you choose to take responsibility for  making it so.  Instead of obsessing over who might have hurt you or why or  how, decide to get on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of putting your  energy into resentment, put that energy into creating  meaningful greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is yours to live. Embrace the responsibility and  all that goes with it, and your days will be filled with  true richness.   -- Ralph Marston&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&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/10011598-6532166129706353559?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6532166129706353559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=6532166129706353559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/6532166129706353559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/6532166129706353559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-afternoon-and-evening-i-took.html' title='Embrace the light'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/466445035_287e76c91d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-8656601846358920298</id><published>2007-04-17T19:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.150+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><title type='text'>Out with the old, in with the new</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know what I am, where I am, and I realise that whatever is happening at this moment is what I really don't need in my life right now. I don't see it's purpose. My mobile inbox is now empty, nothing there now to be confronted with. I am ready for fresh new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My horoscope for today feels true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sagittarius (Nov 22 - Dec 21)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your motives are revealed now, yet you don't necessarily feel vulnerable. Actually, you truly want others to know who you are and what you are doing. You think that by demonstrating your openness, you will make your position more acceptable to them. You might not convince anyone of the merits of your ideas, but at least they will know where you stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-8656601846358920298?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/8656601846358920298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=8656601846358920298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/8656601846358920298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/8656601846358920298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-know-where-i-am-and-i-realise-that.html' title='Out with the old, in with the new'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-5714331595920007333</id><published>2007-04-16T23:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:44:27.928+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><title type='text'>Trying so hard to listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so emotionally drained right now.... all this pain and it hurts even more than I expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;Monday, April 16, 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Try to let your loved ones know just how deeply interested you are in all their thoughts and feelings today, and remember to be open-minded rather than judgmental right now. Make understanding others your goal and just watch how people will warm up to you. You can achieve the most right now by learning to be a more sympathetic listener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea if I've achieved what was set up for me today. All I know is that inside of me, I just needed to write this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's still so much to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right now, I'm so emotionally drained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and yet the tears won't stop and the emotions won't go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I only just realised that if I let go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm doing something which I shouldn't be doing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but I can't help it, coz it unconditional love that leads me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you can see, I'm not really able to write complete sentences right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but something just led me to write this to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe I'll be able to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if there comes a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when you can see this through my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the windows to my soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-5714331595920007333?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/5714331595920007333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=5714331595920007333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/5714331595920007333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/5714331595920007333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-so-emotionally-drained-right-now.html' title='Trying so hard to listen'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-7140750791624816369</id><published>2007-04-16T23:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.154+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Reason, Season, Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a rather heavy day, mentally and spiritually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between the first sentence above and as I am writing this second sentence there's a time space of one hour and alot has happened. Right now, I've just come back from an intense conversation and experience. There is so much to digest right now, all I have heard and said. Trying so hard to listen intensely to what was said to me.... trying so hard to listen to the words, the heart, the spirit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent this poem by Brian A. "Drew" Chalker an hour ago and suddenly this is now so relevant to what has just happened....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/1076122252035811012bKgfuY" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb35.webshots.com/2658/1076122252035811012S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="spirit in the sky" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People always come into your life for a reason, a season and a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, or to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or even spiritually. They may seem like a godsend to you, and they are. They are there for a reason, you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die, Sometimes they just walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season. And like Spring turns to Summer and Summer to Fall, the season eventually ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons: things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-7140750791624816369?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7140750791624816369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=7140750791624816369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/7140750791624816369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/7140750791624816369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/04/reason-season-lifetime.html' title='Reason, Season, Lifetime'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-5831106448546186350</id><published>2007-04-15T12:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.156+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inner circle'/><title type='text'>Who are your allies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reading up about the inner circle, I stumbled across this &lt;a href="http://news.independent.co.uk/uk/this_britain/article1180161.ece" target="_blank"&gt;article with a list of Vital Friends&lt;/a&gt; which I would like to have here as a personal reference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EIGHT VITAL ALLIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUILDER&lt;/span&gt; motivate you, help you see your strengths and advise you on how best to use them and are generous with their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHAMPION&lt;/span&gt; stand up for you and your beliefs and they praise you to everyone else they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLLABORATOR &lt;/span&gt;are friends with similar interests, those with whom you are most likely to spend your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONNECTOR &lt;/span&gt;get to know you and then instantly work to connect you with others who will share your interests or goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENERGISER &lt;/span&gt;is fun, cheers you up when you're down and always available to boost your spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIND-OPENER &lt;/span&gt;stretch your viewpoint, introduce you to new ideas, opportunities, culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAVIGATOR &lt;/span&gt;is the one you seek out when you need guidance and counsel; they're great at talking through your options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMPANION &lt;/span&gt;is the first person you call, with good news or bad. They are always there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 'Vital Friends' by Tom Rath, 1 August, Gallup Press&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/10011598-5831106448546186350?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/5831106448546186350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=5831106448546186350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/5831106448546186350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/5831106448546186350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/04/eight-vital-allies.html' title='Who are your allies?'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-9087325084884399179</id><published>2007-04-14T23:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:43:55.807+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>My first tee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jamestownri.com/school/classes/pto/golf%20club%20and%20ball.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.jamestownri.com/school/classes/pto/golf%20club%20and%20ball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Golf is a game in which you yell 'fore', shoot six, and write down five."&lt;br /&gt;— Paul Harvey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful warm sunny day and I was ready for an adventure, something really new, something I'd never done before. Believe it or not, I spent the afternoon on a golf course for the very first time. I always thought I'd never like it or better said, get easily bored. Well, surprisingly, it was really fun! Of course, this could be due to the fact that this was my first time. However, I must admit that we didn't do too bad at all, especially for amateurs who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;only had a short half hour worth of instructions including practice shots before we hit the course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We played a round of 9 holes en both of us lost our first ball at 6th hole (a water hole). Mine landed in the water, the other landed some place and curiously enough, it went invisible :-)&lt;br /&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/10011598-9087325084884399179?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/9087325084884399179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=9087325084884399179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/9087325084884399179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/9087325084884399179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-tee.html' title='My first tee'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-4018662066045751169</id><published>2007-04-13T23:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.161+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><title type='text'>Just let your highest ideals guide you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Could this be an advice that I should take heed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Friday, April 13th, 2007 PST,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sagittarius (Nov 22 - Dec 21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your power may be engaged during the week, but it may be inappropriate to just put your feelings out there. It's important that you find an acceptable way to get things moving. Don't worry if you don't know what the outcome will be. Just let your highest ideals guide you through the process. In the end, it's your integrity that will have the most impact on your happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-4018662066045751169?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4018662066045751169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=4018662066045751169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/4018662066045751169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/4018662066045751169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-let-your-highest-ideals-guide-you.html' title='Just let your highest ideals guide you'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-7526859540691205175</id><published>2007-04-11T18:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.165+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law of attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>A first step to change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The time has arrived.... a time for changes. And before change takes place, actions need to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The past weekend has certainly been one of deep spiritual enlightenment for me. And it has been a very long time since the last time this occured. It started off with watching the movie The Secret. In there they say "ask and you shall receive"... the Universe will answer. And didn't I read that exact phrase in the Bible a long long time ago? Seems like I've forgotten this for many years. It's amazing how caught up you get in daily happenings and challenges that you easily forget the basic essentials in life. The whole movie is based on the Law of Attraction. The Secret actually is in front of our faces all the time and through this movie I was confronted with it visually: "Remember, it still exists!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they said in the movie, it's not about wishful thinking, basically when you know what you want, ask for it, keep your focus, and eventually you will receive. And by keeping your focus, you take steps and actions and when necessary, eliminate disturbing factors. It's basically a simple truth. Even Tarot.com says the same about the movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Having a clear vision of what you want and where you are going will help you stay on track (which is what the hit DVD The Secret is about). But you still have to make the right moves at the right time!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all just sounds too familiar, doesn't it? I know there's a voice saying right now, "Oh! I knew that already! Nothing new!" Then why do we forget this so easily? How come most of us are leading such scattered lives?&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't ponder on the whys, but clear your mind, visualize what you want and get your ass back on track! And that fellow souls, was the first message I received this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many more messages given to me this weekend but for now, for this post, I'll just write the ones that were clearest, most apparent and most related to the first message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second spiritual event brought me closer to my deepest soul. Usually I'm very sceptic about spiritual conventions, mediums and everything surrounding it. In fact, I think a lot of this scepticism within all of us is conceived by a number of things. Such as the fear of bad mediums who take advantage to make a profit, and this results in distrust. Another thing is the fear of the unknown or fear of things which our logical mind cannot comprehend.... for what we cannot see or touch or prove, we tend to whiff it off easily as fantasy, ridiculous, nonsense. Notice that the word "fear" keeps coming back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is a negative energy right? What if you make use of this energy and turn this into positive energy instead? Haven't got a clue how? Well, to help you on a little bit, here's a simple question: What is the opposite (word) of fear? The answer is: Courage! And wouldn't you agree that the word courage sounds more positive in your ears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with this in me, I went to this this convention, this time armed with a goal too. And my little goal was to have an aura photo taken. Now I've got my affirmations of things I've sensed for a long time and it's now in the visual form of a photo. Even the things a very special soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;also recently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;told me about me not being alone was confirmed by this. Now, the explanation that the medium provided me was also profound insight. Everything she told me about my spirituality was so true that I did not need to rectify at all... all I could do was only confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazed me that without me giving her any info whatsoever, yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she told me things that were solely affirmable, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and this solely based on my aura. Of course, I did a check on the meanings of the aura colours when I got home... just to be sure that she was interpreting it all just as it's written everywhere. And yes, her interpretation of the colours are one and the same. She gave me messages and advice, which I now do take to heed coz the warnings that she also gave are not unknown to me... I've already sensed these before I met her. She also told me about change and actions, and how that related to my spiritual guides. "Although you have them to help you with what you seek, you need to take steps." This was my second message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my third message during a palm reading. "Communicate properly with him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;be clear about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what you want. When you don't do this, you will attract people, who are vague on what they want, into your life. Do something about it. It's time to communicate... time for new things... time for change... time for a new life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? Today, I've made a start... I've taken a first step of action, a first step of communication and a first step of change.... I've only scratched the surface but it is a beginning. And now I feel a sense of peace for today, my inner senses tell me I'm on the right track. And somehow, believe it or not, it's amazing but true, my numerology and even my hexagram at Tarot.com for today affirms all this. Here they are as I read them when I came home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Michele's Daily Number: 7       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You may find yourself wanting to withdraw from the world today to engage in some self-reflection. You're curious about the world and feel a heightened sense of your own purpose. Trust your instincts today, and deal with bottled up feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today's Hexagram                 Wednesday, April 11th, 2007                                     &lt;br /&gt;61 Centering in Truth                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Truth involves establishing an aware relationship between your inner core and the circumstances in your life. Centering in truth involves the ability to perceive a fundamental wisdom, reflected within yourself - and also in others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Truth is transformed into power when you disperse all prejudice and make yourself receptive to the world as it really is. This power can be a remarkable force indeed - yet is rarer than generally imagined. It can be maintained only by cultivating a genuine openness to things as they are - a willingness to see, rather than merely look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever your inner life is clouded, your influence in the world is under a shadow. If you are fearful, you will be attacked; if you cloak genuine mysteries in dogma, opportunities for new insight will be lost. If you vacillate in upholding your principles, you will be tested. Yet, when you are firm and strong, the power of truth can break through even the most stubborn minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In any debate, the power to perceive the truth in the other side's argument is essential to achieving success. It is possible to influence even the most difficult people, or improve the most difficult circumstance, through the power of universal truth - for truth is something to which all things naturally respond. Get in touch with that part of yourself that is aware of this universal force of truth. Cultivate this inner resource, and you will become adept at using it to bind others to a common purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this horoscope from Astrology.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Daily Extended Horoscope April 11, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to impress someone, today is a great day to finally show off exactly what you're made of. Go for a direct approach. Just plant yourself in front of this person, and say what you need to say. Your message will be heard loud and clear, in part because you are bold enough to present yourself as someone who deserves (and demands) to be appreciated and respected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span nd="1" name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTxt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a coincidence? Well, like it or not, for me, this is a summary and affirmation of today. Makes me feel like I am on the right track. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And today's Note from the Universe is now my current inspiration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; You just take care of "A," Michele, expecting everything  else to fall into place, and I'll take care of the rest of the  alphabet.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;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/10011598-7526859540691205175?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7526859540691205175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=7526859540691205175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/7526859540691205175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/7526859540691205175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-step-to-change.html' title='A first step to change'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-4917988514543214277</id><published>2007-03-27T20:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.167+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional intelligence'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(219, 215, 210);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your EQ is 160&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eceae6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/emotions.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!&lt;br /&gt;51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.&lt;br /&gt;131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&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/10011598-4917988514543214277?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4917988514543214277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=4917988514543214277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/4917988514543214277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/4917988514543214277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/03/your-eq-is-160-50-or-less-thanks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-3072883897613995785</id><published>2007-03-19T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:06:47.909+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Awaken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://awaken.greatday.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Ri-zZujJxBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/wkNeYWRbGbs/s400/Clipboard01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057458161133929490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Awaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;by Ralph S. Marston, Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A new day is dawning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awaken and touch the beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wherever you've come from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatever you've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New possibilities beckon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right here and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awaken and make them real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was a time when you held in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most magnificent of dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A time when life seemed to carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Endless promises and possibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those dreams are still with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awaken and bring them to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What you long for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is longing for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What you dream of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is what you are meant to create&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The doubts you have exist only in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The anxieties that seem so burdensome are of your own making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now is the moment to awaken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and allow those doubts to melt away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awaken, and dive deeply into the beauty of this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Allow your spirit to fully experience the richness of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Allow peace to fill you completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let it touch your deepest longings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let it bring those longings to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your most treasured possibilities are real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you will simply let them live through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awaken to this moment, and life begins anew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reach inside, and allow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your most treasured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dreams to awaken with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Into a bright and shining new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remind yourself again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of how beautiful life can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remind yourself again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That you can make it so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step boldly and lovingly forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Into this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You've already come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So very far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're stronger, more experienced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and more determined than ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To fulfill those longings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That tell you who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now is your moment to create real meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now is your moment to awaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And to truly and fully live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-3072883897613995785?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/3072883897613995785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=3072883897613995785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/3072883897613995785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/3072883897613995785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/03/awaken.html' title='Awaken'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SfHMRIBGti8/Ri-zZujJxBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/wkNeYWRbGbs/s72-c/Clipboard01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-6828945571445488987</id><published>2007-03-18T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.171+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law of attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>The Secret To You....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Each day brings new blessings, it's important to live the moments that come during your day. Stop and enjoy the simple joys in life... just live the moment... let go of all your anxieties... free your spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... and you will find peace... and comfort comes to your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remind myself each day to count my blessings... and the challenges of the day start to fade....&lt;br /&gt;it makes life so much easier and makes you feel more at peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enjoy simple things of the day.... starting off for example with just walking in the sun.... enjoy the breeze brushing against your face... the warmth that touches your skin, the chirping of a bird passing by, the rustle of the leaves.... even enjoy a rainy day.... or when you see a kid laffing... or crying&lt;br /&gt;it really doesn't matter.... see beauty in all that is around you...&lt;br /&gt;breathe in the beauty around you,&lt;br /&gt;the beauty and richness of being alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a struggle at first to appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;But when you actually focus on those, the rest just slips away... slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you will find that it releases your spirit&lt;br /&gt;and the more often you do it, the easier and longer it lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there are joys and there are sorrows... live them, experience them, it means you are alive! Discover your lessons in life... grow from them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your spirit grows, you gain wisdom and strength...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and as your spirit grows, the more positive energy surrounds you...&lt;br /&gt;and the more you release that into the universe, the more positive things come into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a special message... The Secret to You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/phL0RLKL8bc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/phL0RLKL8bc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the beginning of my new life&lt;br /&gt;I am starting over today&lt;br /&gt;All good things are coming to me today&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to be alive&lt;br /&gt;I see beauty all around me&lt;br /&gt;I live with passion and purpose&lt;br /&gt;I take time to laugh and play every day&lt;br /&gt;I am awake, energized and alive&lt;br /&gt;I focus on all the good things in life&lt;br /&gt;And give thanks for them&lt;br /&gt;I am at peace and one with everything&lt;br /&gt;I feel the love, the joy, the abundance&lt;br /&gt;I am free to be myself&lt;br /&gt;I am magnificence in human form&lt;br /&gt;I am the perfection of life&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to be...ME&lt;br /&gt;Today is the best day of my life&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/10011598-6828945571445488987?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/6828945571445488987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=6828945571445488987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/6828945571445488987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/6828945571445488987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/03/secret-to-you.html' title='The Secret To You....'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-815399416518389040</id><published>2007-01-28T17:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:34:42.756+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Freeing Hayley, chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=10011598&amp;amp;postID=815399416518389040" name="_Toc157780176"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gear up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's late and she's been driving for an hour now, but she had to get something to eat and decided to drive on after all. She reaches the mall and is just about to step out of the car when her hand phone starts to ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"My, my, howdy stranger!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hi Hayley, I'm on my way to my brother's house and was thinking of you, so I dialled."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Well, I'm glad you called, Aiden, I've been wondering how you were. And coincidentally I've been trying to reach you today", Hayley leans back on her car....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yeah, I saw that... how have you been girl?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'm good, so hey! When are we going for that ride like you promised?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aiden got his new car this week and last year he'd promised Hayley a spin in it. Maybe even a trip to Germany just for fun. Each time she saw Aiden, he always reminded her of a 'golden boy'.... Aiden's a tall, sleek, youthful looking guy with dark blond hair and bright blue eyes. "Quite handsome actually", she thinks while she's listening to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Some day soon, girl, first I have to work this car up and build up the mileage slowly. When this monster's ready for speed, I'll call you and we'll blast the highways."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Cool! I can't wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she's standing there in the cold talking to Aiden, she realizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; she really enjoys her conversations with him. One cold November evening last year, when they both happened to be working the late shift, they were standing out on the terrace having a smoke. Talking about his trip to New   York next weekend and the conversation started to get deeper involving past relationships. They exchanged talk about their experiences and principles. Since that day, Hayley and Aiden have been keeping in touch, even though he'd left for a new job elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aiden goes on to tell her about his new job and his plans for the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hey Hayley, I've reached my destination now, so I'll call you soon, alright?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You'd better! I'll see you soon yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hayley locks up her car and heads on to the supermarket to get her groceries....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As quickly as the weekdays pass, so does the weekend. It's now Monday, and Hayley's dreading the thought of going to the doctor tomorrow. It'll be just a small surgery but she knows she's going to have problems walking for the rest of the week. Her main concern now is how she is going to drive home from the doctor's. She stares blankly at the screen. Rain pulls up next to her and whispers, "Hey, have you heard anything from Carl yet? Did he send you any text messages?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hayley shrugs, "No, nothing as yet. Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Just curious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Well, I don't know what's up with that either"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hmm... we'll see..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hayley's about to leave for her doctor's appointment. She packs up her stuff. Rain looks up and whispers, "Hey, is Justin still not here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hmm... No idea, maybe he is but somewhere else and too busy. We'll see..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's more concerned of the surgery right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh my god, this was more painful than I thought!" Hayley was having a tough time trying to drive home. Her toe was bandaged and that couldn't fit into her shoe, so she was driving with sandals on. But each and every time she had to change gear, her toe hurt like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She almost fainted at the doctor's, the pain was apparently more than she expected. Her ears started ringing and within a few minutes, she couldn't hear a thing. Her ears blocked up and she felt dizzy. The doctor made her lie down for a while and gave her some water to rejuvenate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now Hayley's home and resting her foot up just like her doctor told her to. She decides to call Rain and tells him she isn't sure if she'll be able to come in tomorrow. With the way things are looking right now, it didn't look good. She hangs up, takes a pill and goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something’s buzzing somewhere far away, but the buzz seems to be coming nearer and nearer. “Oh! Too loud! It’s time to wake up, Hayley.” She drags herself out of bed, stumbling on her feet and feels an odd throbbing on her left toe. She remembers now, her toe. She slumps on the couch, trying to decide what she should do. “I don’t know if I even have shoes to fit in,” she sighs while she lights up a cigarette and takes a draw. She takes a good sip of her coffee, gets up and pulls all her shoes out of the closet. “This one won’t do… Nope, that neither… Maybe this…” Finally, she finds a pair of sturdy dark blue boots which ordinarily was one size too big for her. “I’m so glad I didn’t throw these away” She slips her left feet in and “Yes, this one fits!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, so which outfit is going to fit now?” Hayley actually wanted to look good today, but how to accomplish that with these boots? “No choice”, she decides on a brown top and a pair of jeans. It’s already a quarter to 8 and she’s not ready yet. Hayley dials her manager’s number and he agrees that she should leave the house only after the rush hour has passed. That leaves her at least one and a half hours more to slowly get ready for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day passes, Rain is getting more and more curious. He scoots on over next to her and on a surprised note he says, “Hayley, hey, isn’t he here today?”  &lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know, Rain. We’ll see him whenever….” She kicks off her slippers and puts on her boots. It’s just after lunch and she desperately needs a smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Tyrone calls out to her, “Hey, you planning for a smoke?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, you coming?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking and laughing, on their way back, she suddenly notices Justin, who’s peering up at them while sipping on a cup of coffee. He’s standing at a coffee corner waiting for some people.&lt;br /&gt;When she sees Rain, she walks over to him and whispers, “Justin’s in the building. He’s standing there. I think he’s in a meeting.”&lt;br /&gt;Rain looks out, “Yeah! I see him! Well, how come he doesn’t come and say hi or even send you a note?”&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe he’s too busy, dear. He is, after all, in a meeting right now,” she replied, surprised at his concern.&lt;br /&gt;Rain just couldn’t shake it off. “Yet, I still wonder…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/10011598-815399416518389040?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/815399416518389040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=815399416518389040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/815399416518389040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/815399416518389040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/01/freeing-hayley-chapter-3.html' title='Freeing Hayley, chapter 3'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-7174855772234544530</id><published>2007-01-28T12:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.174+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Freeing Hayley, chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Can't seem to stop writing... the creative juice is still running thru me... am considering to actually set up a separate blog for this story once the number of chapters tends to increase.... oh well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For the moment, enjoy this and feel free to comment if you have any.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Veni, vidi, vici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh man! Out with the daily report," and she hits on 'Send'. Hayley has been so caught up with handling emails the past hour but her work day is almost coming to an end. She checks her inbox one last time and notices a mail arrived some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She looks at the sender name, "Oh! It's from Justin!" Curious, she reads on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He mentions that she's got just 15 minutes till her work day is over. She looks at the clock; it's already 5 to 7. He tells her he'd decided to do some work after dinner, and signs off wishing her a good evening and a "It was really nice talking to you this afternoon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hayley knew there was a slight traffic jam en route and decides to write a quick reply, "It's 19:00 hrs but sadly, there's a small traffic jam going on... I'm still leaving the office though. It was certainly great talking to you and we can always catch up again sometime... if you're able to get hold of a focus room at our department again, that is." She smiles to herself, thinking this is certainly a good way to open the door a little further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the same time, she's flattered that she's obviously left such an impression on him that afternoon. Apparently, she was still so much in his thoughts, so much so, that he just couldn't help himself but send her an email from home. Amused, she quickly rereads her reply, closes her eyes and hits on 'Send', then she packs up her stuff and leaves the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Driving back, her heart is light and Hayley realises that it's been a long time since she has felt really good inside. She feels great relief... she is finally happy again. Just the way things are going with her life right now... she's still enjoying her work, her financial status is looking a little more healthier now, she seems to be currently having a positive aura surrounding her... all these seem to prove that she's moving forward. With the radio turned up, she smiles to herself and carries on with her journey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next morning, she checks her mail as usual. Among the long list of emails, there's another mail from Justin waiting to be read. He expresses compassion for the fact that it must be a drag that though she leaves the office late, yet she'd still be caught in a traffic jam. "I hope it won't be a long one. And yes, we will have a pleasant conversation again soon. However, it'll be quite a while before we have the next chance," and he informs her about his schedule for the coming three days. "By the time you read this, it'll be morning for you and so I leave wishing you a good morning and have a good day".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok... so he's letting me know that we'll probably meet up again on Tuesday or so...but we'll see how this goes, I'm having no high expectations of this... I've learned my lessons in the past."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley's excited to show Rain the mails though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Hmmm, if I were you, I'd go for it!” Rain says after reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hayley ponders, "He does show his enthusiasm and interest... But this is all still too new! And we're just friendly at the moment. Let's just see how this moves on. I'm going to take this cool.... I made my move yesterday, let's see whether he'll make the next move and if he does, we'll see what kind of move that'll be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But do you like him?" Rain searches her eyes for the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "I've just got to talk to him yesterday! Okay he does seem nice, he's not good looking but he does have certain flair about him... something charming.... so, I guess, yeah I'd like to get to know him better..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as those words came out of her mouth, a flash of thought popped into her mind, "Damn! I forgot to pay attention whether he's wearing a ring!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this answer, Hayley has to be patient and next time, pay proper attention to that.... that is, if she sees him again...&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/10011598-7174855772234544530?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/7174855772234544530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=7174855772234544530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/7174855772234544530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/7174855772234544530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/01/chapter-2-moving-forward.html' title='Freeing Hayley, chapter 2'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-116940957227031662</id><published>2007-01-28T09:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.180+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Freeing Hayley, chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm feeling a creative flow today and decided to try a hand at writing. I've always had intentions to write a book someday... so here and now, a first chapter, written during a lazy winter Sunday morning... hope you enjoy it...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When one door closes, another opens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Just three more days at work and it's weekend," convincingly she tells herself as she lays her handbag on her desk. Only two days ago, Hayley was enjoying her Monday with her sister Lisa in Amsterdam. They were joined in the afternoon by Carl and Roy, two guys who they had gotten to know at the party the evening before. At the party, Lisa had made it her personal mission to introduce Hayley to as many potential guys as possible. Hayley has been single for a year now, which is actually something very unusual. After her last dramatic break-up, she wasn't quite ready for a serious relationship just as yet. However, a flirtatious adventure did seem fun, so Hayley was game.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, her colleague, was already busy talking to clients on the phone when Hayley came in. She has the late shift this week but she didn't mind, it was so much better than getting caught in traffic jams. As she settled in and got on with her work, she was pleased with the current state of mind she was in. She felt she was open again for new adventures and she knew now in her heart that that meant something really good. It meant that she had finally succeeded in closing the chapter.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was talking on the phone, the corner of her eye catches a glimpse of someone walking past her desk and Hayley suddenly feels compelled to look up. As she looks up, their eyes lock for a brief moment and he greets her with a warm smile. She returns a smile and continues talking to her client. She was used to this gesture at work after all. The past months, there have been guys who regularly greet her with a smile each time they see her. It's flattering and kind of bucks up her confidence in her own sex appeal. "Yep, I've still got it", Hayley thinks to herself but thinks nothing more of it.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today however, mystery guy was being pulled away often from his focus room, by his colleague. And each time he walks past Hayley's desk, mystery guy keeps his gaze locked on Hayley, trying to get her to look up from whatever she was doing. And whenever she finally looks up, he gives her a warm smile. After some time, this attention pull begins to become more than obvious to Hayley.&lt;br /&gt;"This guy actually always does this every time he sees me, for many months now, whenever he gets a room here..." She turns to Rain and shares this thought with him.&lt;br /&gt;Rain's eyes lights up, "Maybe he likes you!"    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mystery guy does the very same thing again, being pulled once again from his focus room, Hayley says teasingly to him, "You seem to be very popular today! It seems that colleague of yours can't do without you" &lt;br /&gt;Mystery guy smiles and says blushingly, "Yeah, it does seem like it, doesn't it?"    &lt;br /&gt;All this, of course, doesn't get unnoticed by Rain.  He turns to Hayley and enjoyingly says, "Oh my god! Look at that guy blush! He must really like you girl!" &lt;br /&gt;Hayley smiles and thinks, "Hmm... Maybe you're right.... but I don't even know his name..."&lt;br /&gt;She turns back to her screen and carries on with her work.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley was trying to book seats for a show which she was planning to go to with Rain. She printed out a seating plan and went to get the printout. As she walks back to her desk she feels again this attention pull coming from her right. Mystery guy was sitting in the room and was smiling at her. She thought, "Hell, why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the print out in her left hand, she opens the glass door with her right, and enters the room with a soft smile on her face, "Gosh, you finally able to work peacefully?" &lt;br /&gt;His face lights up with a warm welcome in his eyes, "Yes, they were constantly pulling me into a meeting which I didn't want to take part in. But they couldn't decide and needed my advice..."     Amused with his facial reaction, her intuition told her he was glad that she had taken the initiative to strike up a conversation with him. Hayley stands next to the desk and they talk for some time, light chit chat and her preferred working hours to miss the jams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks curiously, "So, what do you do here? You always seem to be very busy on the phone."  Hayley says smiling, "Oh, brain-dead work...." and rolls her eyes.  He seems amused at the word play and chuckles.  She looks at him, "But it's a relaxing job which I feel is good for me temporarily. I am planning to get back to my actual line of work, though."     Hayley sees his eyes have an inquisitive look in them and she tells him about her previous job. He listens to her with interest and when she finishes her sentence, he looks into her eyes and says, "Well, if you feel it's time for a new job, let me know and maybe I can help out. I often hear about openings within this company... even outside..." &lt;br /&gt;Hayley teasingly says, "Ah, so I need to stay friends with you!" &lt;br /&gt;With a broad smile, he replies, "Yes, you should... you should ALWAYS keep me as a friend!" Hayley laughs jokingly with him but she can't help but feel that he was trying to tell her something with a deeper meaning.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stands leaning back elegantly on the wall behind her, taking care not to slouch. Wearing a short black skirt with knee high boots, she thanked god that she chose that outfit that morning. Standing there, secretly she knew that she was looking good that day.     While she's unconsciously and nervously rolling the printout, he continues, "I have a broad network and usually hear all sorts of job openings everywhere. So, if you're looking send me a mail to let me know." &lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words, Hayley ceased her opportunity this time, "I don't even know your name! To send you an email, I do need to know your name..." &lt;br /&gt;He smiles, "Justin" &lt;br /&gt;"Well, I also need to know your last name..."  he then shows her his badge, "and what's yours?"  She pulls herself away from her little comfort zone, the wall, takes a small step forward and reaches for her badge which was hanging from her right hip. He leans forward and she says, "It's Hayley."    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little bit awkward now, she decides she should retreat, "Now that we've exchanged names, it's time for me to get back to my desk... I've been away longer than I should and before the guys start to wonder and get curious about my whereabouts, I'll make a move now, if you don't mind"         With those words, Hayley turns slightly to the door. She notices a slight disappointment in his eyes but he smiles and says, "Okay, it was nice having you here and talking to you. Remember; let me know when you feel you're ready to look for a different job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With one hand on the door, Hayley smiles warmly, "Yes, thanks Justin, I'll certainly keep that in mind. I'll let you know sometime..." She closes the door softly behind her and when she's sure that he's not able to see her face, she blushes... Taking care to walk with a straight posture, she walks back to her desk, lets out a soft sigh and nestles back into her chair. Rain turns to her and with curiosity burning in his eyes, wants to hear it all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-116940957227031662?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/116940957227031662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=116940957227031662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/116940957227031662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/116940957227031662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2007/01/door-opens.html' title='Freeing Hayley, chapter 1'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-114626075132755175</id><published>2006-04-28T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.187+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>I Wish You Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I received this from a friend and it's really sweet and worth thinking about....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, "I love you and I wish you enough"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter replied, "Mom, our life together has been more than enough.. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral," she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone". She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we said, 'I wish you enough', we are wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then began to cry and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;TAKE TIME TO LIVE.....TAKE TIME TO TRULY LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends and loved ones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WISH YOU ENOUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/10011598-114626075132755175?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/114626075132755175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=114626075132755175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/114626075132755175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/114626075132755175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-wish-you-enough.html' title='I Wish You Enough'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-114626035286310839</id><published>2006-04-28T23:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:13:41.919+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/micheleahin/136131099/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/53/136131099_06c9ef1ac3.jpg" width="425" height="429" alt="Never alone" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "A real friend is someone who walks in&lt;br /&gt;when the rest of the world walks out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-114626035286310839?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/114626035286310839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=114626035286310839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/114626035286310839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/114626035286310839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2006/04/real-friend-is-someone-who-walks-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/53/136131099_06c9ef1ac3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-114597469537795441</id><published>2006-04-25T16:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.191+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute Trivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I received this from Jon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Thursday  4th May next month, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the  morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That won't ever happen again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You  may now return to your (normal?) life - as you know  it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-114597469537795441?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/114597469537795441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=114597469537795441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/114597469537795441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/114597469537795441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2006/04/absolute-trivia.html' title='Absolute Trivia'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-114589492891791945</id><published>2006-04-24T18:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Asian way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After spending the afternoon at the Bazaar, we were at P's house yesterday evening, eating, drinking and talking.... about everything and nothing.... I can't remember how it began but J. was telling us about the situation at home. They have been living without electricity and gas since Wednesday and fact of the matter is how disfunctional his dad has become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was saying that for now, his duty is to take care of things. A heavy burden, as no one else is corporative and no one seems to be appreciative... he is intent on getting his own place as soon as possible so that he will be free to take care of his own life and other responsibilties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At that point, P. said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"What is the use of doing all this for him while your dad doesn't even try to help himself at all?.. Why do you continue?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;" coz it's my duty... at least until I am out of that house. That is why I want to have my own house..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"duty??? Why is it your duty?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"it's the Asian way.... it's my duty to take care of my dad. but soon I'm going to stop that because I have done enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hello, it is the parents that have the duty to take care of the child, not the other way round. When you decide to make a child, you decide to take the responsibility of everything for this child. And how far does your duty as a child extend? Does it have to be that you give up your own happiness and life for your parents'? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I am doing this only for now because for one, it is what we asians have to do. And the other thing is that, when I am out of there and when I wash my hands off this matter, I can say that at least I have already done what I could. If I did nothing now, then I would have guilt and regret. So you see, now that I have done what an asian child is expected of, later when I stop taking care of him, I can safely feel that I do not have to feel guilty of anything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;J. does have a good point there.... to have peace of mind, we must try avoid doing things that we might regret later in our life. But P. also has a good point, to what extent is the duty of an asian child towards his/her parents? Is it our duty that we must give up our own personal dreams, hopes or whatever, for the sake of our parent's happiness? If we refuse to give up any of those things, does it mean we are ungrateful children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am fortunate that my parents do not impose any such kind of expectations on me. Their true happiness is to see that their child is capable to make it on her own. They respect my ability to make my own decisions in life and see me as an adult with her own personality and choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love my parents and I wish I had the resources to be able to do more for them. I hope that there will be a day when I can give them at least something to make life a little easier for them. To me, this has entirely nothing to do with the 'asian way'.... it's simply a matter of choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-114589492891791945?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/114589492891791945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=114589492891791945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/114589492891791945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/114589492891791945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2006/04/asian-way.html' title='The Asian way'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-114564441461606524</id><published>2006-04-21T20:27:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:28:23.285+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>Love will find you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/micheleahin/129388620/" title="Flair tulips by ! Webbielinker, on Flickr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/129388620_3c1661fe32.jpg" width="500" height="410" alt="Flair tulips" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;omg, I have not been posting anything here for a long time now.....  No motivation? No courage to see my deepest thoughts in words staring back at me? That's probably it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, when you think things are going pretty ok for quite a while, and then "bang!!" something happens, or you stumble across something, it hits you like a block on your head and makes you feel like shit again, the feeling you tried all this while to get rid off....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and then you ask yourself, 'Was I really doing well at all?'. This exact thing happened to me yesterday....  three times... damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was browsing some group discussions on Flickr and stumbled across a new post titled:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Marriage to you means..." So, yeah, I thought: "Indeed, what does marriage mean to me, really?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But before I get to that, these are some of the replies posted by other members:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"A life with or without someone mentally         "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" a friend in faith for life         "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" my best friend, lover, confidente...for life..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really wanted to reply..... but somehow, I couldn't find the right words for my train of thought.... so many memories came flooding back, so many thoughts came into my mind, so much emotions began to cloud my mind.....  so much that I was lost for words right there and then.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, this was some food for thought for a while but I could still handle this.... then, the second rude awakening happened when I stumbled across, at least, my guess is that it was his first attempt at blogging.... I was totally stunned...... ultimate shock to the fullest.... and then all sorts of feelings just jumbled up all together and I felt this big knot just wrenching in my stomach.... ouch! it hurt like hell.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, the third and final hit.... came across a blog written by this girl about her marriage..... .... ah???!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ouch, the knot just got even tighter!!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;omg, what's happening? why the torture when I don't need it right now? why does this keep coming back my way? why can't it just leave me? Damn it, I really don't need this right now.... the only thing I need is peace within... to forget....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Love will find you", that's what they told me when I was hurting.... oh yeah? really? and then what? When you thought you've finally found the one person you want to live the rest of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;,  and then one day you wake up and find it is lost.... you ask yourself, "Was it really true love at all?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never believed in marriage... until one day, someone came into my life.... and I gathered up all my courage to set my disbeliefs aside... I followed my heart....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and until we were able to overcome the geographical distance, we were 'married' within our hearts... but it was not meant to be.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ours never happened.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was only a dream, just wishful thinking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for now, I have locked my heart and kept the key in a safe place.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And today, I finally wrote my reply to the group's discussion, "Marriage to you means..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;a unity of two hearts, two souls, binded by truth, friendship, love and understanding, for always&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-114564441461606524?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/114564441461606524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=114564441461606524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/114564441461606524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/114564441461606524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-will-find-you.html' title='Love will find you'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/129388620_3c1661fe32_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-113657058692153926</id><published>2006-01-06T19:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:26:23.761+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proverb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanskrit'/><title type='text'>Sanskrit Proverb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And whilst I was searching for Mother Theresa's favorite prayer, I stumbled upon this "proverb" which was another motivational thought so I'm saving it here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For it is life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The very life of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In its brief course lie all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The realities and verities of existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bliss of growth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The splendor of action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The glory of power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For yesterday is but a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And tomorrow is only a vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But today, well lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And every tomorrow a vision of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look well, therefore, to this day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-113657058692153926?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/113657058692153926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=113657058692153926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/113657058692153926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/113657058692153926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2006/01/sanskrit-proverb.html' title='Sanskrit Proverb'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-113657041704388639</id><published>2006-01-06T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.200+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Mother Theresa's favorite prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was watching a 3 hr film on DVD of Mother Theresa, and it was an inspirational film.... especially in the month of Christmas... at the end, this prayer was recited and I really loved the words.... so I did a search and here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, make me a      channel of Your peace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     that where there is hatred, I may bring love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     where there is discord, I may bring harmony, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     where there is error, I may bring truth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     where there is doubt, I may bring faith, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     where there is despair, I may bring hope, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     where there are shadows, I may bring light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     and where there is sadness, I may bring joy.        &lt;br /&gt;Lord, grant that      I may comfort, rather than to be comforted, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     that I may understand, rather than to be understood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     that I may love, rather than to be loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     For it is by forgetting self, that one finds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     it is by forgiving, that one is forgiven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     it is by dying that one awakens to eternal life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-113657041704388639?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/113657041704388639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=113657041704388639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/113657041704388639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/113657041704388639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2006/01/mother-theresas-favorite-prayer.html' title='Mother Theresa&apos;s favorite prayer'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-113451796018206630</id><published>2005-12-14T00:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:47:48.584+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Let it burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I closed another chapter yesterday, which is another one of those things that now belongs to the past. There have been so many changes lately, so many chapters closed and there is so much to let go. Today hasn't been a good day... I thought they were gone, but today, the marks are burning.... coincidentally, I just opened my email and my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;horoscope for today reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'All those feelings you thought were gone? They're back now (that's if they were ever missing at all) leaving you with a need to express them that just won't be dismissed. What to do? What else: Call your best friend.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A ghost from the past is making an appearance, just as you're getting acquainted with the present and thinking about the future. So much is going on that adding your own collision of emotions on top of it equals a fairly overwhelming situation. It's time to rely on your support system -- family, friends, a favorite coworker. You may feel a little out of control, but it's only temporary, and your people will help ground you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-113451796018206630?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/113451796018206630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=113451796018206630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/113451796018206630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/113451796018206630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2005/12/let-it-burn.html' title='Let it burn'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-113405688657054463</id><published>2005-12-08T16:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.203+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This beautiful song makes me cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Goodbye My Lover &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)" href="http://www.archive.org/download/goodbye_my_lover_1/04JamesBluntGoodbyemyLover.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;listen to this song&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&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/10011598-113405688657054463?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/113405688657054463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=113405688657054463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/113405688657054463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/113405688657054463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-beautiful-song-makes-me-cry.html' title='This beautiful song makes me cry'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-113163543698238629</id><published>2005-11-10T16:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.204+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After a While&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a while you learn&lt;br /&gt;the subtle difference between&lt;br /&gt;holding a hand and chaining a soul&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;that love doesn't mean leaning&lt;br /&gt;and company doesn't always mean security.&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to learn&lt;br /&gt;that kisses aren't contracts&lt;br /&gt;and presents aren't promises&lt;br /&gt;and you begin to accept your defeats&lt;br /&gt;with your head up and your eyes ahead&lt;br /&gt;with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;to build all your roads on today&lt;br /&gt;because tomorrow's ground is&lt;br /&gt;too uncertain for plans&lt;br /&gt;and futures have a way of falling down&lt;br /&gt;in mid-flight.&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn&lt;br /&gt;that even sunshine burns&lt;br /&gt;if you get too much&lt;br /&gt;so you plant your own garden&lt;br /&gt;and decorate your own soul&lt;br /&gt;instead of waiting for someone&lt;br /&gt;to bring you flowers.&lt;br /&gt;And you learn that you really can endure&lt;br /&gt;you really are strong&lt;br /&gt;you really do have worth&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;with every goodbye, you learn... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-113163543698238629?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/113163543698238629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=113163543698238629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/113163543698238629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/113163543698238629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2005/11/after-while-after-while-you-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-113409746077170607</id><published>2005-10-20T03:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.208+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved this song since the first time I heard it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We Belong Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)" href="http://www.archive.org/download/We_Belong_Together/MariahCareyWeBelongTogether.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;listen to this song&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;by Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I said I didn't love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should have held on tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never should've let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't know nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was lying to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't have fathomed that I would ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be without your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never imagined I'd be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sitting here beside myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause I didn't know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause I didn't know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I thought I knew everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The feeling that I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hear your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or have your touch and kiss your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause I don't have a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, what I wouldn't give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To have you lying by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right here, 'cause baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I lost a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come back baby please, 'cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When times get rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who's gonna talk to me on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who's gonna take your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There ain't nobody better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh baby, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't sleep at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you are on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bobby Womack's on the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Singing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'If you think you're lonely now'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wait a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is too deep, too deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I gotta change the station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I turn the dial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trying to catch a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then I hear Babyface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I only think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's breaking my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm trying to keep it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'm falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm feeling all out of my element&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm throwing things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trying to figure out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where the hell I went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pain reflected in this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ain't even half of what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm feeling inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Need you back in my life baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I lost a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come back baby please, 'cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When times get rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who's gonna talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who's gonna take your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There ain't nobody better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh baby, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-113409746077170607?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/113409746077170607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=113409746077170607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/113409746077170607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/113409746077170607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2005/10/loved-this-song-since-first-time-i.html' title='Loved this song since the first time I heard it'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-110521190802143002</id><published>2005-01-08T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:49:42.072+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The realist in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm restless... Can't focus, can't concentrate. The only thing that keeps playing in my mind is the trip I'm longing for. Haven't confirmed anything yet but planning as well as I can. Though exciting and intriguing, the realist side of me is making me worry... Can I afford it? Am I taking too much risk? Will I be safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someone told me 2 days ago, "Be confident and everything will be fine." Am I just worrying myself sick? The words "Don't think too much"... I've heard lately a few times also. Am I too much a realist at times? Might be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I ask myself, "Will it all be worth it?". My heart skips... I KNOW it's gonna be worth it coz' I'm going to meet and be with the ones I hold so dear to me. Isn't this what I've been dreaming about all this while? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Listen to your heart, girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yeah, I should start listening more....let my heart's desire lead me to where I should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-110521190802143002?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110521190802143002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=110521190802143002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/110521190802143002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/110521190802143002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2005/01/realist-in-me.html' title='The realist in me'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-110519612407444099</id><published>2005-01-08T15:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:46:18.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Familiar little fella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/2894/1024/sgoriole.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/2894/400/sgoriole.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A summer migrant to Europe, wintering in the tropics as far as India (&lt;em&gt;local name: Peelak&lt;/em&gt;). Most often solitary, the Eurasian Golden Oriole sometimes sits in small groups at a food patch. Usually silent, however sings a distinctive pleasant flute-like ‘weelawoo’ or ‘who-are-you’, unmistakable once heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-110519612407444099?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110519612407444099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=110519612407444099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/110519612407444099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/110519612407444099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2005/01/familiar-little-fella.html' title='Familiar little fella'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-110513246558612456</id><published>2005-01-07T17:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:46:37.867+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>A Glimpse of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/2894/1024/PICT0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/2894/400/PICT0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;At the end of a cold dark winter day, while forceful winds are yet blowing, the clouds part for a while to let in a tiny glimpse as the sun lowers itself slowly into gracious slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-110513246558612456?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110513246558612456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=110513246558612456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/110513246558612456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/110513246558612456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2005/01/glimpse-of-hope.html' title='A Glimpse of Hope'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10011598.post-110511235575578723</id><published>2005-01-07T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:50:14.214+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My first step</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While the new year has just begun, I've finally decided to start a blog today. A special space where I can jot down my thoughts. Being new to this, it will be quite interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As they say, you'll never know till you try. So here begins my blogging journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10011598-110511235575578723?l=shell4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110511235575578723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10011598&amp;postID=110511235575578723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/110511235575578723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10011598/posts/default/110511235575578723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shell4u.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-first-step.html' title='My first step'/><author><name>Shell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
