<?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-8896533</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:30:54.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WeLcOmE tO tHe PaRaDiSe Of LaUgHs...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896533.post-6444168319792880916</id><published>2008-11-14T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:56:26.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been long since i last wrote a post, or even come online. lol. anyway, i doubt i will be here for long. and i guess i will slowly not even update and declare this blog closed. hiaz. jus recieved a lecture from my dad. is like doomsday has jus arrived. a new set of rules to follow. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cut down on phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;2. cut down on outings.&lt;br /&gt;3. cut down on usage of laptop.&lt;br /&gt;4. cut down on staying up late.&lt;br /&gt;5. come home earlier from school daily. means to be home ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. all will only stop after A lvls. i dun wan this to happen. i dun wan my life to become like this. is not my fault. but i cant help it if my dad is like that. i kw he means well. but. but.. oh wells. i can say bye bye to my outside school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-6444168319792880916?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/6444168319792880916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=6444168319792880916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6444168319792880916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6444168319792880916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-long-since-i-last-wrote-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-3070902304182870270</id><published>2008-10-28T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T06:51:36.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can i have a dance</title><content type='html'>k. i kw i have been gone for such a long long time. haha:D couldn't help it. with my stupid schedule overflowing.. lol. anyway, the good thing is i am finally back! haha:D and guess wad? i jus love hsm songs so so much! they are seriously melody to the ears!:)) well well, some of the lyrics are meaningful too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Gabriella]&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, take a breath&lt;br /&gt;Pull me close and take one step&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes locked on mine,&lt;br /&gt;And let the music be your guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Troy, Gabriella]&lt;br /&gt;Won't you promise me (now won't you promise me, that you'll never forget)&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep dancing (to keep dancing) wherever we go next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you&lt;br /&gt;It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do&lt;br /&gt;And with every step together, we just keep on getting better&lt;br /&gt;So can I have this dance (can I have this dance)&lt;br /&gt;Can I have this dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Troy]&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, I'll take the lead&lt;br /&gt;And every turn will be safe with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid, afraid to fall&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll catch you threw it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Troy, Gabriella]&lt;br /&gt;And you can't keep us apart (even a thousand miles, can't keep us apart)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my heart is (cause my heart is) wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Gabriella And Troy]&lt;br /&gt;Oh no mountains too high enough, oceans too wide&lt;br /&gt;'Cause together or not, our dance won't stop&lt;br /&gt;Let it rain, let it pour&lt;br /&gt;What we have is worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;You know I believe, that we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you (like you)&lt;br /&gt;It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do (way we do)&lt;br /&gt;And with every step together, we just keep on getting better&lt;br /&gt;So can I have this dance (can I have this dance)&lt;br /&gt;Can I have this dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have this dance&lt;br /&gt;Can I have this dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice! nice! haha:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-3070902304182870270?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/3070902304182870270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=3070902304182870270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/3070902304182870270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/3070902304182870270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-i-have-dance.html' title='can i have a dance'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-7703308214538389136</id><published>2008-10-21T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:38:05.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am your FRIEND</title><content type='html'>Hello people, i am Elaine.&lt;br /&gt;eh? sounds SO NOT familiar?&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;i am gladys'S friend =DDD&lt;br /&gt;posting on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;know why?&lt;br /&gt;sigh... she is still SLEEPING!&lt;br /&gt;for this bloody whole week, she didnt even touched her blogger account la!&lt;br /&gt;tsktsktsk&lt;br /&gt;its time to wake up, september ends alrdy =)))&lt;br /&gt;(a song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-7703308214538389136?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/7703308214538389136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=7703308214538389136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7703308214538389136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7703308214538389136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-your-friend.html' title='i am your FRIEND'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-4776302450742033709</id><published>2008-10-05T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T06:43:04.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>auntie ruth asked me to update. hahaa:D so nice me is fulfilling her wishes. lol. anyway, life's still as boring as ever.. but at least i got a new mouse! it calls itself super mini optical mouse. lol. i think it's cutee! jus that the blue light it emits is damn damn bright! haha:DD and i got a new diary for next yr! heehe:)) but addin importing fees, i got it at $35. think is nice!:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why, i starting to prefer online shopping.. is like nobody can disrupt me and stuff.. but postage and all is so ex.. and i cant get my parents to pay.. so is sad sad sad:(:( oh wells, take the REAL shopping as a substitute. haha:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-4776302450742033709?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/4776302450742033709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=4776302450742033709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/4776302450742033709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/4776302450742033709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/10/auntie-ruth-asked-me-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-270718138095927081</id><published>2008-09-30T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:27:31.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who kws</title><content type='html'>confusion is written all over. the mixture of feelings. totally unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to JESS/PRIS/ESTHER for today:) seriously, they brighten uo my day like how it used to be in PL. nth beats meeting up with them. is like rewinding the clock, and going back in time, still as a PL-lite. srry RUTH, that we didnt inform you of it.. but we all kw you wun mind:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was at sentosa with the class:) overall was quite tiring. got sun-burnt BADLY. sad case, with everybody i saw today commenting how red i look. lol. ended up only 2 girls (elaine and I) went for it. soo min ended up being sick. awww. get well soon!:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a stoning day i spent today. haha:D i checked the timetable and can only comment; it doesn't look nice=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-270718138095927081?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/270718138095927081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=270718138095927081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/270718138095927081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/270718138095927081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-kws.html' title='who kws'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-6168389067061107084</id><published>2008-09-27T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:36:32.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after promos</title><content type='html'>okok=) it's finnaly after promos! haha:D and that nonsensical jess and elaine are complainin how slow am i. lol! it's like so long awaited, yet when it comes, ur mind turns blank. hahaa:D maybe that's life. u nid lots and lots of goals and aims to strive on! for those who have yet to finish their promos, do continue to study hard ya? dun slack down. cause it's the last mile alr:)) for those who finished, ENJOY is the word! and hope all will attain results u hope for:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the whole class can promote tgt=) how cool wld that be=) and all my close frenns esp. i hope nobody falls behind. that wld be my wish for promos:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-6168389067061107084?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/6168389067061107084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=6168389067061107084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6168389067061107084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6168389067061107084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-promos.html' title='after promos'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-6761902710702977479</id><published>2008-09-09T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T06:39:43.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trival leads to enormous</title><content type='html'>today is &lt;strong&gt;09/09&lt;/strong&gt;. is so cool. alot of ppl marry on this day=) but is no more unique then. ahaha:D k, gladys has to start getting motivated to study on her own accord, if not, she doesn't have to think of promoting=( she is saddened by many many trival things, which is accumulative.. EVERYTHING plays a part.. to think that some may think they are not involved. but they actually are.. in some way or another.. well, today's a cool day. so we shld be smilin and spendin it with fun! ahah":D i shall start studyin SOON. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;if i have the ability, i wanna love everything that's before my eyes. likewise, i dun wan a phantom.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired, but still going on. i really dun wanna upset my parents and myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-6761902710702977479?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/6761902710702977479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=6761902710702977479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6761902710702977479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6761902710702977479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/09/trival-leads-to-enormous.html' title='trival leads to enormous'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-2087054093365995014</id><published>2008-09-01T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:47:55.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am talking on the phone. talking on msn. listening to music. doing PW. and blogging currently. WOW. trying to learn the art of multi-tasking. which dun seem to be copin too well thou. heehee=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe is time i start to seriously mug. but kinda no motivation. alr having the after promos mood. ready to party and stuff!:) is offical, i am scary. my mood fluctuates like the world oil prices graph. is getting worse nowadays. so badly that people are starting to get afraid of me. it seems my brain has gone haywired, making it so monstrous. sighs, tests, assignments, tutorials, lectures, promos. they seem endless. and my life seem so busy that to be able to relax is like LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;time is like a river. you cannot touch the same water twice. because the flow that has passed will nvr pass again. enjoy every moment of life.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to enjoy, means to not think so much into the future. and living life as if there's no tmr. only when we are able to do so, we can let go of all our burdens:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched wall.e today:) him and eve finally became together after so many obstacles! well, the movie had a hidden msg. to save the environment while we can. if not, we may cause our own Earth to become too polluted for any living thing to survive. this will cause a forced migration! into outer space:(( so conserve wad we can now!&lt;br /&gt;(so so GP!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-2087054093365995014?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/2087054093365995014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=2087054093365995014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2087054093365995014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2087054093365995014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-talking-on-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-805178063136120818</id><published>2008-08-23T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:07:28.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5n4aGmFCes/SLA1rchciaI/AAAAAAAAABk/q0TMRWKC8Gw/s1600-h/myspace-love-comments-22.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5n4aGmFCes/SLA1rchciaI/AAAAAAAAABk/q0TMRWKC8Gw/s400/myspace-love-comments-22.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237745387139008930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-805178063136120818?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/805178063136120818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=805178063136120818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/805178063136120818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/805178063136120818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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/_L5n4aGmFCes/SLA1rchciaI/AAAAAAAAABk/q0TMRWKC8Gw/s72-c/myspace-love-comments-22.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896533.post-4218295051433533786</id><published>2008-08-22T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:54:55.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wells, finally, after so very long, i managed to finish my chinese compo! sth which i consider quite proud of:) dad's away at chalet, so much more freedom in a sense i guess? hehe:) oh man, many of my frens commented on my emo-ness expressed in the blog. i dunno how to say, but somehow or rather, i have been stressing myself over so many things. take for eg. PROMOS which are EXACTLY in one mth's time, friends and stuff.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day's quite screwed during chem? she pinpointed at the person who made the class wait to start. which is obvious it was me. she didn't believe i had stomache:( i cant help it either right? and my tests are screwed to the max. i studied and forgot and couldn't rmb how to apply. which meant i am so dead for my CA. luckily shooting was quite ok!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song lyrics &lt;blockquote&gt;i'm waiting for you, waiting for you..&lt;/blockquote&gt; was wad he meant. but i kept shunnin and gettin him to retire cause he is TIRED. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch's in tmr! whee! like real. maths lecture from 830-1100. how i &lt;em&gt;LONG&lt;/em&gt;. =.=&lt;br /&gt;BUSY DAYS AHEAD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work  --Aristotle&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easy to say, hard to perform. but i shall try:D meaning:&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ MATHS&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ PHYSICS&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ ECONS&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ CHEM&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ GP&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ PW&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ CL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like "so so much".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-4218295051433533786?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/4218295051433533786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=4218295051433533786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/4218295051433533786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/4218295051433533786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/08/wells-finally-after-so-very-long-i.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-2661537284567316767</id><published>2008-08-20T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:06:20.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>malign</title><content type='html'>why has life become so cool now? drastic things have been happening ard me more and more often nowadays i guess? but i dun wish to take remembrance of them. is a complete waste of my time:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of being malign doesnt feel gd. i mean you had that thinking that &lt;blockquote&gt;good deeds yield good returns&lt;/blockquote&gt; but you suddenly realise this assumption doesn't carry any further than essays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took early leave yesterday due to allergic rashes. like finally, i had a chance to take a break and slp my full till i got a headache. lol. the feeling was damn nice=) nvr felt like that for so so long:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still trying to understand the BIG word called ACCEPTING. of course i haven grasp it well enough yet. so i am struggling with my inner self to understand why do some ppl have such weird characters that i have nvr in my life seen before.. sighs. u see, u dun always get wad u wan in life. likewise, i cant choose my frens.. but today, some smarty taught me &lt;blockquote&gt;birds of a feather flock together.&lt;/blockquote&gt; so, i mix with the kind of frens that i am. i am jus wondering if that was tolerance.. oh wells, life's nvr fair.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough is enough. btw, happy 3rd month as well. i kw is ABIT late. haha:D thanks for always waiting and waiting:) oh ya, and thanks for getting the donuts after sch. although it somewhat melted, it still tasted nice:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-2661537284567316767?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/2661537284567316767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=2661537284567316767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2661537284567316767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2661537284567316767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/08/malign.html' title='malign'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-32235293183054719</id><published>2008-08-03T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:19:14.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESTERDAY. &lt;br /&gt;was will run, or rather, will walk:) and i am proud of myself that i walked more than 5km! like alot more than shoppin. lol. watched money not enough 2 and laughed and cried. parents went to courts to see furniture. if i had gone, they wld have went to ikea too:( k, so maybe i regretted. but just a tiny bit:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: &lt;br /&gt;i had no idea why i was motivated to study! whee! so totally different from yesterday. haha:D and i ran ard 4 to 5km in the evening, but i still feel as heavy. lol. and here i am, bloggin. thinkin i have been alil emo for the past wk. but i guess others may be more upset than me. i think it may go on till promos. lol. and i hate it. i jus wish time could stop. let me finish up wad i nid to do and slp enough. and nice me helped raihanah to do her maths quiz. diff qns, but same score. lol. i suddenly dun have any inspirations for EOM. and it is bad cause i nid to redo my GOI. zz. nice me also lending xuena a hand for her maths quiz. WOW. haha:D thanks for being there all the while, or instead, tolerating throughout. maybe ur thinking for my own good, but i guess i always give the same reply that makes you very anxious. i am &lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM:&lt;br /&gt;i wan to go shopping! but cant afford the time. sighs. and preparing to go with elaine, isabel and xuena to watch &lt;strong&gt;journey to the centre of the earth&lt;/strong&gt;. it releases on 7th aug if i am not wrong. heard is abit scary. oh man, i feel like backing out. hehe:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many many commented about my msn nick: &lt;blockquote&gt;♥ Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect. It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections.&lt;/blockquote&gt; some find it profound, some find it an inspiration! which kind of IS encouraging to me!:D xuena said the president's blog has it. oh man. anyway, i dun even kw her. haha:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-32235293183054719?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/32235293183054719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=32235293183054719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/32235293183054719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/32235293183054719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-3315685129779559671</id><published>2008-07-26T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:50:48.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect english</title><content type='html'>k. is commented that i write alot of SINGLISH. haha:D so, i shall write this post in proper INGERISH. heehee:) well, yesterday was quite a happy day for me since i was confident that my phys test was able to score as i had STUDIED for it! so so proud of myself! heh. then during shooting, we had fittings. but the happiest part was i managed to shoot quite well without my glasses! 1st time! so my happiness was extended throughout the day. UNTIL. take note, UNTIL i was home. my day was simply ruined as soon as my mum was home. she commented i had TOO MANY clothes for her to wash. how nonsensical when she was going to use the washing machine to get it done. so it was pointless nagging at me. heck, i am going to ignore it. managed to eat, drink and be happy today. that's all i asked. and here i am, happily living my life still:)) so i am still waiting for my musical CD and shirt:D and perfect ENGLISH was what i wrote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-3315685129779559671?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/3315685129779559671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=3315685129779559671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/3315685129779559671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/3315685129779559671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/07/perfect-english.html' title='perfect english'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-7603598768892002176</id><published>2008-07-20T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T01:24:17.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my father's gift</title><content type='html'>well well well,yesterday was a rainy day. haha:D PL MUSICAL WAS DAMN SHOIK. is like so so much btr than SR's. lol. THE FATHER'S GIFT was wad it was called. after the israelites journeyed for 40yrs in the desert, they finally arrived at the promised land that god has given them. they then face a huge obstacle of having to overcome the fortress-like city of jericho with its impenetrable walls and mighty army. meanwhile, 3 young girls, kael, micah n dee venture into the city n are easily impressed by wad jericho has to offer. later, they learn to their horror that people of jericho aren't wad they seem. they have to undergo a journey of faith, trust and sacrifice in order to finally realise for themselves the greatest gift that god has given them. well, i am not a christen but i seriously think it is one of the greatest musical that i haven ever watched. with its hidden meanings and melodious harmonies, it is one of those that wld touch the hearts of many (i believe). hee, after slacking for a day, life's back to usual. with the many tutorials and homeworks and tests and lectures and sch, they nvr seem to finish. so i am suppose to be doing gp n EOM like now.. whee! i think i am sick again.. with blocked nose and sore throat. and i am still tibit-ing. haha:D shld be off to finish up my HMK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-7603598768892002176?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/7603598768892002176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=7603598768892002176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7603598768892002176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7603598768892002176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-fathers-gift.html' title='my father&apos;s gift'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-3527108374455326401</id><published>2008-07-12T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:08:00.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post of herself</title><content type='html'>my 1st individual post. lol. whee! hmk is pilin up! and i cant find the energy to revise. so my promos prepared to die.. like worse than my MYEs. lol. my eyes hurts and my waist seems to be strained=( oh man, and my parents went overseas this morning! haha:D so i have a stand-in governor which is my granny. such a spoiler for enjoyment. haha:D and friendster sucks. i keep gettin windows is unable to display the webpage. stupid=( so i haven written some comments and haven added XN in as my featured fren as she had requested. haha:D k, i nid to work much harder=( but i dun seem to be workin my butt off althought i am alr feelin the heat.. which is BAD. sighs. k, gladys is tryin hard, so dun murder her YET. haha:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-3527108374455326401?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/3527108374455326401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=3527108374455326401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/3527108374455326401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/3527108374455326401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/07/1st-post-of-herself.html' title='1st post of herself'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-193684406078466561</id><published>2008-06-19T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:44:37.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gratitude towards parents</title><content type='html'>Long Back ago, there was a huge Apple tree. A little boy loved to play with it. He loved to climb the tree, eat its apples and take a nap under its shadow. Times went on. The boy grew up and he no longer play around the tree. One day, the boy came. The tree said: "Hi. Come and play with me." The boy replied: "I am not a kid. I don't play with trees. i play with toys instead, so I need money to buy them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree said: "I don't have money, but you can take all my apples and sell it. You will get the money." The boy picked all the apples and sold it for money. He then bought alot of toys. But he didn't turn back, so the tree was sad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy became a young man now. He visited the tree one fine day. The tree said: "Why are you sad? Come and sit under my shadow. I am feeling very lonely without you." The boy replied: "I don't have the time. I work for my family. I want to build a home for them. I need money." The tree said: "I don't have money, but you can take my branches and trunks to build your home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy became happy, but the tree remained lonely because the boy didn't turn back. Time passed and when the boy returned, he was already an old lonely man, looking sad and tired. The tree asked him: "Why are you sad? I wish i could help you, but i have nothing to offer you." The man replied: "I am tired of my life. I am alone. I just need you. Can i sit down at your roots?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were happy and weeping. Is the boy really cruel and selfish? NO! We are all like him, treating our parents that way. The tree is like our parents. We loved to play with them when we were kids. We leave them alone and approach them only when in need. We don't have time for them. No matter what, they will always give everything to make us happy and solve our problems. In return, they just want our company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please love them! Don't forget them; give them your time and company. RMB: one can get as many children as he wants, but can only get one pair of parents:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-193684406078466561?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/193684406078466561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=193684406078466561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/193684406078466561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/193684406078466561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/06/gratitude-towards-parents.html' title='gratitude towards parents'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-6722818292833252327</id><published>2008-06-18T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:44:51.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY GOD ALLOWS PAIN‏</title><content type='html'>WHY GOD ALLOWS PAIN‏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the best explanations of why God allows pain and suffering that I have seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: 'I don't believe that God exists.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why do you say that?' asked the customer. 'Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: 'You know what? Barbers do not exist.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How can you say that?' asked the surprised barber. 'I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!' 'No!' the customer exclaimed. 'Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.' 'Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Exactly!' affirmed the customer. 'That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE BLESSED &amp; BE A BLESSING TO OTHERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-6722818292833252327?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/6722818292833252327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=6722818292833252327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6722818292833252327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6722818292833252327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-god-allows-pain.html' title='WHY GOD ALLOWS PAIN‏'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-2756258627605412537</id><published>2008-06-12T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T04:32:55.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love doesn't need a reason</title><content type='html'>Love does not need a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Why do you like me? Why do you love me? &lt;br /&gt;Man: I can't tell the reason. but I really like you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: You can't even tell me the reason. how can you say you like me? How &lt;br /&gt;can you say you love me? &lt;br /&gt;Man: I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend's boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;can tell her why he loves her but not you! &lt;br /&gt;Man: Okok!!! Erm, because you are beautiful, because your voice is &lt;br /&gt;sweet, because you are caring, because you are loving, because you are &lt;br /&gt;thoughtful, because of your smile, because of your every movements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and became a &lt;br /&gt;vegetable. The Guy then placed a letter by her side, and here is the content: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your sweet voice that I love you. Now can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you. Because of your care and concern that I like you. Now that you cannot show them, therefore I cannot love you. Because of your smile, because of your every movements that I love you. Now can you smile? Now can you move? No, therefore I cannot love you. If love needs a reason, like now, there is no reason for me to love you anymore. Do love need a reason? No! Therefore, I still love you. And love doesn't need a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A POEM THAT IS SO TRUE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say I love you &lt;br /&gt;If you don't really care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never talk of feelings &lt;br /&gt;If they aren't really there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never hold my hand &lt;br /&gt;If you mean to break my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say forever &lt;br /&gt;If you ever plan to part &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never look into my eyes &lt;br /&gt;If you are telling me a lie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say hello &lt;br /&gt;If you think you'll say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say that I'm THE one &lt;br /&gt;If you dream of more than me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never lock up my heart &lt;br /&gt;If you don't have the key&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-2756258627605412537?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/2756258627605412537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=2756258627605412537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2756258627605412537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2756258627605412537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-doesnt-need-reason.html' title='love doesn&apos;t need a reason'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-4699792424677622661</id><published>2008-06-11T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:40:49.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>story of a mouse trap</title><content type='html'>MOUSE TRAP STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. 'What food might this contain?' The mouse wondered. He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap. Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning : There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, 'Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.' The mouse turned to the pig and told him, 'There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!' The pig sympathized, but said, I am &lt;br /&gt;so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse turned to the cow and said 'There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!' The cow said, 'Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose.' So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, &lt;br /&gt;to face the farmer's mousetrap alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very night a sound was heard throughout the house - like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient. But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbours came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmer's wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them. The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you, remember - when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk. We are all involved in this journey called life. So we must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another. LET THEM KNOW HOW IMPORTANT THEY ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER. EACH OF US IS A VITAL THREAD IN ANOTHER PERSON'S TAPESTRY; OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER FOR A REASON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-4699792424677622661?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/4699792424677622661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=4699792424677622661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/4699792424677622661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/4699792424677622661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/06/story-of-mouse-trap.html' title='story of a mouse trap'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-1994866268507443664</id><published>2008-06-09T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:42:45.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a msg from ur busy fren</title><content type='html'>Too Busy for a Friend... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.' After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.' Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.' All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.' Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.' 'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists' That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-1994866268507443664?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/1994866268507443664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=1994866268507443664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/1994866268507443664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/1994866268507443664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/06/msg-from-ur-busy-fren.html' title='a msg from ur busy fren'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-165798287480890257</id><published>2008-06-05T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:42:21.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy's poem</title><content type='html'>DADDY'S POEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair was up in a pony tail,&lt;br /&gt;her favorite dress tied with a bow. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today was Daddy's Day at school, &lt;br /&gt;and she couldn't wait to go. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But her mommy tried to tell her, &lt;br /&gt;that she probably should stay home. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why the kids might not understand, &lt;br /&gt;if she went to school alone. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;But she was not afraid; &lt;br /&gt;she knew just what to say. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What to tell her classmates &lt;br /&gt;of why he wasn't there today. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But still her mother worried, &lt;br /&gt;for her to face this day alone. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And that was why once again, &lt;br /&gt;she tried to keep her daughter home. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But the little girl went to school &lt;br /&gt;eager to tell them all. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;About a dad she never sees, &lt;br /&gt;a dad who never calls. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There were daddies along the wall in &lt;br /&gt;back, for everyone to meet. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Children squirming impatiently, &lt;br /&gt;anxious in their seats.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One by one the teacher called, &lt;br /&gt;a student from the class. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To introduce their daddy, &lt;br /&gt;as seconds slowly passed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At last the teacher called her name, &lt;br /&gt;every child turned to stare. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Each of them was searching, &lt;br /&gt;a man who wasn't there. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Where's her daddy at?' &lt;br /&gt;She heard a boy call out. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'She probably doesn't have one,' &lt;br /&gt;another student dared to shout. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And from somewhere near the back, &lt;br /&gt;she heard a daddy say, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Looks like another deadbeat dad, &lt;br /&gt;too busy to waste his day.' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The words did not offend her, &lt;br /&gt;as she smiled up at her Mom. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And looked back at her teacher,&lt;br /&gt;who told her to go on. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And with hands behind her back, &lt;br /&gt;slowly she began to speak. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And out from the mouth of a child, &lt;br /&gt;came words incredibly unique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My Daddy couldn't be here, &lt;br /&gt;because he lives so far away. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But I know he wishes he could be, &lt;br /&gt;since this is such a special day. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And though you cannot meet him, &lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to know. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All about my daddy,  &lt;br /&gt;and how much he loves me so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved to tell me stories; &lt;br /&gt;he taught me to ride my bike. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He surprised me with pink roses, &lt;br /&gt;and taught me to fly a kite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to share fudge sundaes, &lt;br /&gt;and ice cream in a cone. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And though you cannot see him. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not standing here alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my daddy's always with me, &lt;br /&gt;even though we are apart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know because he told me, &lt;br /&gt;he'll forever be in my heart.' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With that, her little hand reached up, &lt;br /&gt;and lay across her chest. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Feeling her own heartbeat, &lt;br /&gt;beneath her favorite dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from somewhere there in the crowd &lt;br /&gt;of dads, her mother stood in tears. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Proudly watching her daughter, &lt;br /&gt;who was wise beyond her years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For she stood up for the love &lt;br /&gt;of a man not in her life. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Doing what was best for her, &lt;br /&gt;doing what was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she dropped her hand back &lt;br /&gt;down, staring straight into the crowd. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She finished with a voice so soft, &lt;br /&gt;but its message clear and loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I love my daddy very much, &lt;br /&gt;he's my shining star. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And if he could, he'd be here, &lt;br /&gt;but heaven's just too far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see he is a Marine, &lt;br /&gt;and died just this past year. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When a roadside bomb hit his convoy, &lt;br /&gt;and taught Americans to fear. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But sometimes when I close my eyes, &lt;br /&gt;it's like he never went away.' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And then she closed her eyes, &lt;br /&gt;and saw him there that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to her mother's amazement, &lt;br /&gt;she witnessed with surprise. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A room full of daddies and children, &lt;br /&gt;all starting to close their eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what they saw before them, &lt;br /&gt;who knows what they felt inside. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps for merely a second, &lt;br /&gt;they saw him at her side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I know you're with me Daddy,' &lt;br /&gt;to the silence she called out. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And what happened next made believers, &lt;br /&gt;of those once filled with doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one in that room could explain it, &lt;br /&gt;for each of their eyes had been closed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But there on the desk beside her, &lt;br /&gt;was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a child was blessed, if only for &lt;br /&gt;a moment, by the love of her shining star. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And given the gift of believing, &lt;br /&gt;that heaven is never too far. &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take the time to live and love. Until eternity. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be many children in the same boat as this little girl, thanks to our servicemen and their families for the sacrifice they are making to keep our country Free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-165798287480890257?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/165798287480890257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=165798287480890257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/165798287480890257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/165798287480890257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/06/daddys-poem.html' title='daddy&apos;s poem'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-1724397180017325064</id><published>2008-06-03T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:13:07.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love according to 4-8 yr olds</title><content type='html'>What Love means to a 4-8 year olds. Touching words from the mouth of babies. A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think: &lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca- age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby - age 7 (Wow!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noelle - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine-age 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out that God is all you need. Take 60 seconds and give this a shot! All you do is simply say the following small prayer for the person who told you this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father, please bless all my friends in whatever it is that You know they may be needing this day! And may their life be full of Your peace, prosperity and power as he/she seeks to have a closer relationship with You. Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within hours you caused a multitude of people to pray for other people. Then sit back and watch the power of God work in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-1724397180017325064?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/1724397180017325064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=1724397180017325064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/1724397180017325064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/1724397180017325064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-according-to-4-8-yr-olds.html' title='Love according to 4-8 yr olds'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-6436199284301258689</id><published>2008-06-02T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T09:20:04.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANGERS OF LIPSTICK -LEAD‏</title><content type='html'>Recently a lipstick brand called 'Red Earth', decreased their prices from $67 to $9.90. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It contained lead. Lead is a chemical which causes cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lipstick brands that contain lead are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN DIOR &lt;br /&gt;LANCOME &lt;br /&gt;CLINIQUE &lt;br /&gt;Y.S.L &lt;br /&gt;ESTEE LAUDER &lt;br /&gt;SHISEIDO &lt;br /&gt;RED EARTH (Lip Gloss) &lt;br /&gt;CHANEL (Lip Conditioner) &lt;br /&gt;MARKET AMERICA-MOTNES LIPSTICK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higher the lead content, The greater the chance of getting cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing a test on lipsticks, It was found that the Y.S.L. Lipstick contained the most amount of lead. Watch out for those lipsticks which are supposed to stay longer. If your lipstick stays longer, it is because of the higher content of lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the test you can do yourself: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put some lipstick on your hand. &lt;br /&gt;2. Use a Gold ring to scratch on the lipstick. &lt;br /&gt;3. If the lipstick color changes to black, then you know the lipstick contains lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This information is being circulated at Walter Reed Army Medical Center &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! &amp; nbsp; Dioxin Carcinogens cause cancer, especially breast cancer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-6436199284301258689?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/6436199284301258689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=6436199284301258689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6436199284301258689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6436199284301258689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/06/dangers-of-lipstick-lead.html' title='DANGERS OF LIPSTICK -LEAD‏'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-3101856370634446098</id><published>2008-05-30T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:25:14.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be afraid to tell him that u love him</title><content type='html'>As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so-called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair. I wished she were mine, but she didn't notice me like that. And I knew it. After class she walked up to me and&lt;br /&gt;asked me for the notes she had missed the day before, and I handed them to her. She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I&lt;br /&gt;don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th Grade.&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang. It was her on the other end. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said 'thanks,' and gave&lt;br /&gt;me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't&lt;br /&gt;want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th Grade.&lt;br /&gt;The day before prom she walked to my locker. 'My date is sick,' she said. He's not going to go. Well, I didn't have a date and in 7th grade we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we would go together just as 'best friends,' so we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her. She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said, 'I had the best time,thanks!' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Day.&lt;br /&gt;A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew&lt;br /&gt;it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and she cried as I hugged her. Then, she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, 'You're my best friend, thanks!' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Few Years Later.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I sit in the pews of the church. She is getting married, now. I watched her say, 'I do' and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be&lt;br /&gt;mine but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said, 'You came!' She said, 'thanks!' and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love&lt;br /&gt;her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral.&lt;br /&gt;Years pass, and I looked down at the coffin of the girl who used to be my best friend.' At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he were mine. But he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him. I want him to know that&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be just friends. I love him, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me. I wish I did too. I thought to myself, and I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINCE YOU'VE READ THIS, SOMEONE WILL TELL YOU THEY LOVE YOU AND WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU. DON'T BE AFRAID TO TELL HIM/HER. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-3101856370634446098?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/3101856370634446098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=3101856370634446098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/3101856370634446098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/3101856370634446098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-be-afraid-to-tell-him-that-u-love.html' title='Don&apos;t be afraid to tell him that u love him'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-8047106204514930145</id><published>2008-05-19T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:18:25.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the JC lightbulb joke.</title><content type='html'>The JC Lightbulb Joke&lt;br /&gt;[THE FOLLOWING LIGHTBULB JOKE IS PURELY A JOKE. NO INTENDED SACARSM OR HIDDEN AGEDNA.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many RJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: 4 whole faculties. One to design the new bulb, one to &lt;br /&gt;manufacture and test it out, one to write a proposal on it and one to market it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many HCJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: The whole school. To compete with RJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many VJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: The whole school. One student to screw it in and the rest to cheer and wave flags and banners to give him/her support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many NJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They can study without light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many AJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: They're too busy trying to be one of the top 5 JCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many ACJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They'll rather use all their money to employ YJC to do it for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many YJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. Only one teacher to tell them what a light bulb is in the first place and to demonstrate how to change the light bulb. (So how do you think they're able to change it for ACJC?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many CJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: They'll prefer it to be darker. (Hmmmm?*raises eye-brows* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many JJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. Their physics is so bad that they made their macho male physics teacher cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many TPJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. Would they even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many SAJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They believe in praying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many NYJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They are still using oil lamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many SRJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: Huh, what litebarb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many PJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: Heck the light bulb lah, the principal would do something about the rightbarbs. Let's do 300 jumping jacks for not wearing the proper school attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many MJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They are too busy trying to get promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many IJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They are Innovians. They'll find ways out of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who wrote all this?&lt;br /&gt;A: A TJCian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many TJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They think they are already very bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pass it on, have a laugh (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-8047106204514930145?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/8047106204514930145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=8047106204514930145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/8047106204514930145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/8047106204514930145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/05/jc-lightbulb-joke.html' title='the JC lightbulb joke.'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-1409544849294804080</id><published>2008-05-08T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:28:10.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smarty brains</title><content type='html'>From Cambridge University :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olny srmat poelpe can raed tihs. &lt;br /&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty  uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig  to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.   Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs psas it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-1409544849294804080?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/1409544849294804080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=1409544849294804080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/1409544849294804080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/1409544849294804080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/05/smarty-brains.html' title='smarty brains'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-544723783842300189</id><published>2008-05-05T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:14:35.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lame-ness</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there lived a king. The king had a beautiful daughter, the PRINCESS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was a problem. Everything the princess touched would melt. No matter what; metal, wood, stone, anything she touched would melt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, men were afraid of her. Nobody would dare marry her. The king despaired. What could he do to help his daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He consulted his wizards and magicians. One wizard told the king, 'If your daughter touches one thing that does not melt in her hands, she will be cured.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king was overjoyed and came up with a plan next day, he held a competition. Any man that could bring his daughter an object that would not melt would marry her and inherit the king's wealth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE YOUNG PRINCES TOOK UP THE CHALLENGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first brought a sword of the finest steel. But alas, when the princess touched it, it melted, and the prince went away sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second prince brought diamonds. He thought diamonds are the hardest substance in the world and would not melt. But alas, once the princess touched them, they melted. He too was sent away disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third prince approached. He told the princess, 'Put your hand in my pocket and feel what is in there.' The princess did as she was told, though she turned red. She felt something hard. She held it in her hand. And it did not melt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king was overjoyed. Everybody in the kingdom was overjoyed. And the third prince married the princess and they both lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: What was in the prince's pants?&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;M's of course. They melt in your mouth, not in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;What were you thinking? haha:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-544723783842300189?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/544723783842300189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=544723783842300189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/544723783842300189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/544723783842300189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/05/lame-ness.html' title='lame-ness'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-7383384297042031672</id><published>2008-04-27T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T08:42:26.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Complaint Letter of a TP student.</title><content type='html'>Funny Complaint Letter of a TP student. &lt;br /&gt;Pls pass it around to other poly studentz or sec sch studentz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real funny, THIS IS NOT A SPAM!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Principal, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Complain on Temasek Polytechnic School Fee  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lim bei ka li kong, you have charge me with unfair school fee. Lim bei bo join any student union wat 4 charge me wif student union fee! KNN... i attachment outside still charge me internet access fee, ke si ar! Yio siew, u think lim bei rich ar! KNN i work till siao also jus barely make it. Still retain me for 1 sem. u think everyone makin $$ like u all ar. Kaoz... Econ bad leh... still dun gif discount stay for 3 years liao, discount a bit cannot ar. Ge Gao! i go buy food for 2 weeks auntie oso charge less, somemore i study TP 3 years liao still no rebate. still wan me to pay extra $$. KNN, next time u try ppl overcharge u lar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa lao eh, last time tt indian principal let us play dai dee in school, u now come liao then cannot play. wat freakin problem u have!!! u cant win in dai dee also cant stop us from playin wat. All work n no play make us dumb students k! u read so much still dunno ar. wat kinda of a freakin principal r u! u think u big ar! ur size big onli. do nuttin n earn so much! na bei take my school fee go play mahjong issit! kaoz, pay so much but facilities still so bad. canteen no air con, so many birds fly here, fly there. U think funny issit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimmin pool so small, somemore no lady life guard. and the dance studio no ppl dancin air con still on, u think air con bill u pay one ar! waste my money on unuse air con! somemore the sports facilities oso lao ya one, basketball bo hong, squash ball buay tiao. na bei, u think funny issit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I oso wanna tok bout the lab ar, KNN build more lab lar! free access always full. and we use to have a set of equipment each for lab but now 2 person share 1. u sell the rest issit! earn profit still raise school fee! u outside earn so much then still kapok our school fee. Ke si ar! u so good then go SP lar.SP big school and more students, u can exploit them wat. u think TP students hao qi fu ar! Burn ur car then u know. So rich ar, employ a security to 'protect' ur car somemore still got 1 video cam. u think u drive sports car or Limo?! u car onli Nissan Sunny, act machiam like very high class like tt. Ppl drive Benz oso park outside ar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Poly got fast food except TP, u go build 1 fast food resturantlar...damn pai seh u noe, ppl always make fun TP no fast food. Carona oso bo yong... u keep so many Kois for wat, u think our school fee for u to buy Kois ar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that u charge less (better if no need pay school fee).Otherwise undesirable action will be taken against you and your damn car!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a very buay song student, &lt;br /&gt;T0uy@ Ak|r@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-7383384297042031672?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/7383384297042031672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=7383384297042031672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7383384297042031672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7383384297042031672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-complaint-letter-of-tp-student.html' title='Funny Complaint Letter of a TP student.'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-8048179435203230202</id><published>2008-04-23T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:46:54.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 things u nvr kw ur cellphones could do.</title><content type='html'>4 THINGS YOU NEVER KNEW YOUR CELLPHONE COULD DO... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that can be done in times of grave emergencies. &lt;br /&gt;Your mobile phone can actually be a life saver or an  emergency tool for survival. Check out the things that you can do with it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1* The emergency number worldwide for **Mobile** is 112. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself out of coverage area of your mobile network and there is an emergency, dial 112 and the mobile will search any existing network to establish the emergency number for you,and interestingly this number 112 can be dialed even if the keypad is locked. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;**Try it out** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2* Have you locked your keys in the car? Does you car have remote key? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may come in handy someday. Good reason to own a cell phone. If you lock your keys in the car and the spare keys are at home, call someone at home on their cell phone from your cell phone. Hold your cell phone about a   foot from your car door and have the person at your home press the unlock button, holding it near the mobile phone on &lt;br /&gt;their end. Your car will unlock. Saves someone from having to drive your keys to you. Distance is no object. You could be hundreds of miles away and if you can reach someone who has the other "remote" for your car, you can unlock the doors (or the trunk).     &lt;br /&gt;*It works fine! We tried it out and it unlocked our car over a cell phone!"* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3* Hidden battery power &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Imagine your cell battery is very low, you are expecting an important call and you don't have a charger.    Nokia instrument comes with a reserve battery. To activate, press the keys *3370#   Your cell will restart with this reserve and the instrument will show a 50% increase in battery. This reserve will get charged when you charge your cell next timme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*4* How to disable a STOLEN mobile phone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To check your mobile phone's serial number, key in the following digits on your phone: &lt;br /&gt;* # 0 6 # &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;A 15 digit code will appear on the screen. This number is unique to your handset. Write it down and keep it somewhere safe. when your phone get stolen, you can phone your service provider and give them this code. They will then be able to block your handset so even if the thief changes the SIM card, your phone will be totally useless. You probably won't get your phone back, but at least you know that whoever stole it can't use/sell it either. If everybody does this, there would be no point in people stealing mobile phones.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please spread this useful information around!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-8048179435203230202?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/8048179435203230202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=8048179435203230202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/8048179435203230202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/8048179435203230202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/04/4-things-u-nvr-kw-ur-cellphones-could.html' title='4 things u nvr kw ur cellphones could do.'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-3068800944127300805</id><published>2008-04-21T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:40:40.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Why are you late? &lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Because of the sign. &lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What sign? &lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : The one that says, 'School Ahead, Go Slow.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Why are you doing your math sums on the floor? &lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : You told me to do it without using tables! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : How do you spell 'crocodile'? &lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : 'K-R-O-K-O-D-A-I-L' &lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : No, that's wrong &lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Maybe it's wrong, but you asked me how I spell it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What is the chemical formula for water? &lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : 'HIJKLMNO! '!! &lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What are you talking about? &lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Yesterday you said it's H to O! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : John, go to the map and find North America. &lt;br /&gt;JOHN : Here it is! &lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Correct. Now, class, who discovered America? &lt;br /&gt;CLASS : John!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : John, name one important thing we have today that we &lt;br /&gt;didn't have ten years ago. &lt;br /&gt;JOHN : Me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : John, why do you always get so dirty? &lt;br /&gt;JOHN : Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN : Dad, can you write in the dark? &lt;br /&gt;FATHER : I think so. What do you want me to write? &lt;br /&gt;JOHN : Your name on this report card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : How can you prevent diseases caused by biting insects? &lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Don't bite any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-**-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : John, give me a sentence starting with 'I'. &lt;br /&gt;JOHN : I is... &lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : No, John. Always say, 'I am.' &lt;br /&gt;JOHN : All right... 'I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : 'Can anybody give an example of 'COINCIDENCE?' &lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : 'Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day, same time.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : 'George Washington not only chopped down his father's Cherry tree, but also admitted doing it. Now do you know why his father didn't punish him?' &lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : 'Because George still had the axe in his hand?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN : Daddy, have you ever been to Egypt? &lt;br /&gt;FATHER : No. Why do you ask that? &lt;br /&gt;JOHN : Well, where did you get THIS mummy then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What a pair of strange socks you are wearing, one is green and one is blue with red spots! &lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Yes it's really strange. I've got another pair just like that at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Now, children, if I saw a man beating a donkey and stopped him, what virtue would I be showing? &lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : Brotherly love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : Now, John, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating? &lt;br /&gt;JOHN : No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : John, your composition on 'My Dog' is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his? &lt;br /&gt;JOHN : No, teacher, it's the same dog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested? &lt;br /&gt;STUDENT : A teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-3068800944127300805?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/3068800944127300805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=3068800944127300805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/3068800944127300805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/3068800944127300805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/04/teacher-why-are-you-late-student.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-5868611610592689453</id><published>2008-04-20T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:52:01.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So funny - 小学生造句</title><content type='html'>So funny - 小学生造句 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.题目: 原来 &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 原来他是我爸爸。 &lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 妈妈关切一下 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.题目: ..一边........... 一边 ............ .. &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 他一边脱衣服 ,一边穿裤子. &lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 他到底要脱还是要穿啊~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.题目: 其中 &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 我的其中一只左脚受伤了。 &lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 你是蜈蚣？~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.题目: 一... 就.... &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 一只娃娃就要一百块。 &lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 老师笑到不行.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 題目: 你看 &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 你看什么看! 没看过啊 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 照样造句 &lt;br /&gt;例题: 你 (唱歌) 我(跳舞) &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写 : 你(好吗 ) 我(很好) &lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 你在写英文翻译吗?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.照样造句 &lt;br /&gt;例题: 别人都夸我( )，其实我( ) &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 别人都夸我( 很帅 )，其实我( 是戴面具的) 。 &lt;br /&gt;老师评语 : 什么面具这么好用??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.题目: 好... 又好.. &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 妈妈的腿,好细又好粗...! &lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 那到底是细还是粗？ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 题目 : 陆陆续续 &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 下班了，爸爸陆陆续续的回来。 &lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 你到底有几个爸爸呀? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.题目: 皮开肉绽 &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 停电的夜晚，到处很黑，我吓得皮开肉绽! &lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 看到这句... 老师佩服你。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.题目: 欣欣向荣-比喻生长美好的样子。 &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 我的弟弟长得欣欣向荣。 &lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 孩子，你弟弟是植物人吗 ... &lt;br /&gt;还有一个更瞎的… &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 欣欣向荣荣告白。 &lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 连续剧不要看太多~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. 题目: 谢谢....因为 ...... &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写 : 我要谢谢妈妈,因为她每天都帮我写作业...... &lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 原来你的作业是妈妈写的!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;13.题目: 难过 &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 我家门前有条水沟很难过。 &lt;br /&gt;老师评语 : 老师更难过...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. 题目: 天才 &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 我３天才洗一次澡。 &lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 要每天洗才干净~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.題目: 一… 便 … &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 我一走出门，对面就是便利商店。 &lt;br /&gt;还有一個更瞎的… &lt;br /&gt;小朋友写: 哥哥一吃完饭，就大便。 &lt;br /&gt;老师评语: 造句不要乱造... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. 題目: 又..... 又 ..... &lt;br /&gt;小朋友寫: 我的妈妈又矮又高又瘦又肥。 &lt;br /&gt;老师评语:你妈妈......是怪物吗? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17果然 &lt;br /&gt;上课小朋友说：昨天我吃了水果，然后又喝了凉水 &lt;br /&gt;老师：这是词组，不能分开造句。 &lt;br /&gt;小朋友又说：老师，我还没说完呢，果然晚上我拉肚子了！ &lt;br /&gt;老师：………… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 瓜分 &lt;br /&gt;小朋友：大傻瓜分不清是非 &lt;br /&gt;老师：小傻瓜也分不清 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 好吃 &lt;br /&gt;小朋友：好吃个屁 &lt;br /&gt;老师： ……… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 况且 &lt;br /&gt;小朋友：一辆火车经过，况且况且况且况且．．．．． &lt;br /&gt;老师：……………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-5868611610592689453?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/5868611610592689453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=5868611610592689453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/5868611610592689453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/5868611610592689453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-funny.html' title='So funny - 小学生造句'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-5847984760597212584</id><published>2008-04-16T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:00:13.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution! Real Happenings in S'pore</title><content type='html'>it can be quite beneficial to know what is becoming of our society. Better be safe than sorry. Better to take note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Happening 1_&lt;br /&gt;It also happened to my colleague who is staying in Clementi, no other block facing his block, quite quiet, only his wife was at home but all windows closed &amp; padlock on the gate. Something happened, a guy used keys &amp; was trying to open the door, my colleague's wife heard the noise &amp; opened the door, the guy saw her &amp; just said something like 'Oh sorry, wrong house', he was holding this big bunch of keys, obviously he was up to no good, but it  didn't occur to them to report it to the police. This is to warn and alert those staying in HDB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Happening 2_&lt;br /&gt;It happened at my place (Clementi) last Sunday morning. My sister heard some noise at our main door ( it started since5amplus). Seems like someone is trying to open our main door and main entrance. Initially, she thought that it was someone from our family but when she look through the door, it was someone else..... a dark man wearing checks shirt - nationality unknown as he's very tan. When my father opened the door and confronted him, he gave an excuse that he's looking for someone and made a mistake. He apologised and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Happening 3_&lt;br /&gt;That's not all... this morning, my sister told me that her boyfriend's flat in Ang Mo Kio also encountered the same case as above. A man trying to open their door early in the morning and ran away when the owner opens the door. *Precautions*Be WARNED... make sure your doors are always securely locked. Call the police immediately. *DON't Open the door*to confront them..(we made a mistake here ), the person might be armed! Be alert at all times especially during the bad times now. I wonder if anybody have such experience.. It seems like it is happening here and there.. 3 cases that i've known so far. Real story from someone in Singapore. Not to scare you but just for precaution... A chilling yet important tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another separate happened scenario&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN SHOULDN'T LET HOUSE KEYS STRAY FROM THEIR SIDE I would like to warn women, especially young women, about the danger of giving their car keys with their house keys attached to anyone. A good friend's daughter went to a well-known tire company to have a flat tire repaired while she waited.. Without thinking, she handed her key ring with all her keys on it to the serviceman and waited. What she didn't know is that most of these places also have machines that make copies of keys. One of the servicemen copied her apartment key, and two days later, entered her apartment late at night and raped her. This was a business she frequented, and they had all the information in their computer about where she lived, her phone number, etc.. The man was   caught months later and the police found out that he had done this before. He is now in jail, and my friend's daughter is trying to go on with her life. I called my daughter right away and told her this story so she could learn from it, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, warn your readers to have their personal keys on another key ring or have a key ring that separates the car keys from one's personal keys.Perhaps this will save another woman from tragedy. You may never know how many tragedies you have prevented today. So gentlemen, though your chances of getting rape is slim, you may get robbed.Nevertheless do your wife or lady friends a favour, cautioned them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-5847984760597212584?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/5847984760597212584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=5847984760597212584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/5847984760597212584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/5847984760597212584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/04/caution-real-happenings-in-spore.html' title='Caution! Real Happenings in S&apos;pore'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-6376213568033345813</id><published>2008-04-15T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:49:06.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A MIRACLE</title><content type='html'>A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some &gt;attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!" And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick... and I want to buy a miracle." "I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist. "His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?" "We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs. "The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?" "I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money." "How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to." "Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents - the exact price of a miracle for little brothers." He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. "That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?" Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost... one dollar and eleven cents. plus the faith of a little child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need. A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law. I know you'll keep the ball moving! Here it goes. Throw it back to someone who means something to you! A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY OATH TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;When you are sad, I will dry your tears.&lt;br /&gt;When you are scared, I will comfort your fears.&lt;br /&gt;When you are worried, I will give you hope.&lt;br /&gt;When you are confused, I will help you cope.&lt;br /&gt;And when you are lost, And can't see the light, I shall be your beacon.&lt;br /&gt;Shining ever so brightly.&lt;br /&gt;This is my oath. I pledge till the end.&lt;br /&gt;Why you may ask? Because you're my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-6376213568033345813?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/6376213568033345813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=6376213568033345813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6376213568033345813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6376213568033345813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/04/miracle.html' title='A MIRACLE'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-6516553968332299913</id><published>2008-04-14T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:45:39.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>treasure ur mummy!</title><content type='html'>1 yr old, she fed you and bathed you. You thanked her by crying all night long.&lt;br /&gt;2 yr old, she taught you to walk. You thanked her by running away when she called.&lt;br /&gt;3 yr old, she made all your meals with love. You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;4 yr old, she gave you some crayons. You thanked her by colouring the dining room table.&lt;br /&gt;5 yr old, she dressed you for holidays. You thanked her by plopping into the nearest puddle of mud.&lt;br /&gt;6 yr old, she walked you to school. You thanked her by screaming "I'M NOT GOING!".&lt;br /&gt;7 yr old, she bought you a baseball. You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbour's window.&lt;br /&gt;8 yr old, she handed you an ice cream. You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.&lt;br /&gt;9 yr old, she paid for piano lessons. You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.&lt;br /&gt;10 yr old, she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party after another. You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;11 yr old, she took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.&lt;br /&gt;12 yr old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked her by waiting till she left the house.&lt;br /&gt;13 yr old, she suggested a haircut. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.&lt;br /&gt;14 yr old, she paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;15 yr old, she came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;16 yr old, she taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.&lt;br /&gt;17 yr old, she was expecting an important call. You thanked her by being on the phone all night.&lt;br /&gt;18 yr old, she cried at your High School Graduation. You thanked her by staying up partying until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;19 yr old, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus and carried your bags. You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so that you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;20 yr old, she asked if you were seeing anyone. You thanked her by saying "It's none of your business".&lt;br /&gt;21 yr old, she suggested certain careers for your future. You thanked her by saying "I don't wanna be like you".&lt;br /&gt;22 yr old, she hugged you at your college graduation. You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;23 yr old, she gave you furniture for your first apartment. You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.&lt;br /&gt;24 yr old, she met your fiance and asked about your plans for the future. You thanked her by glaring and growling "Muuhh-ther, please!".&lt;br /&gt;25 yr old, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.&lt;br /&gt;30 yr old, she called with some advice on the baby. You thanked her by telling her "Things are different now".&lt;br /&gt;40 yr old, she called to remind you of a relative's birthday. You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now".&lt;br /&gt;50 yr old, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on your HEART.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-6516553968332299913?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/6516553968332299913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=6516553968332299913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6516553968332299913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6516553968332299913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/04/treasure-ur-mummy.html' title='treasure ur mummy!'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-8584815952775855100</id><published>2008-04-13T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:26:24.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abt s'pore</title><content type='html'>About Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something to understand more about Singapore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore, the majority of us live in Highly Dangerous Buildings ( HDB ) and most people have already got used to Paying and Paying ( PAP ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do you have to pay, you Pay Until Bankrupt ( PUB ). If that's not enough, somebody still Purposely Wants to Dig ( PWD ) and get more from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what more can you do when you are in the Money Only Environment ( MOE )? With the current Mad Accounting System ( MAS ), you are forced to Pay the Sum Ahead ( PSA ), which will leave some people Permanently Owing Some Banks ( POSB ). And forced to live on the Loan Techniques Always ( LTA) system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fall sick and happen to be admitted to a Money Operating Hospital ( MOH ), you might be able to use your Cash Prior to Funeral ( CPF ) fund. If you are out of luck, you may meet doctors who Never Use Heart( NUH ) to treat you, and you will be Sure to Give up Hope (SGH ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help ease the traffic, motorists have to pay Cash On Expressway ( COE ). If that doesn't help, they can always Eternally Raise Prices ( ERP ) on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't own a car, you can always make a Mad Rush to the Train ( MRT ), or get squashed in a bus Side By Side ( SBS ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, under all these pressures, there are not many places we can relax, not even the good old place we used to go because it has become So Expensive and Nothing TO See Actually ( SENTOSA )!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-8584815952775855100?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/8584815952775855100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=8584815952775855100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/8584815952775855100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/8584815952775855100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/04/abt-spore.html' title='abt s&apos;pore'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-4074988343454404775</id><published>2008-04-11T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:54:38.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons in logic</title><content type='html'>Lessons in Logic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your father is a poor man,&lt;br /&gt;it is your fate but, &lt;br /&gt;if your father-in-law is a poor man,&lt;br /&gt;it's your stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born intelligent -&lt;br /&gt;education ruined me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice makes perfect..... &lt;br /&gt;But nobody's perfect..... .&lt;br /&gt;so why practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's true that we are here to help others,&lt;br /&gt;then what exactly are the others here for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since light travels faster than sound,&lt;br /&gt;people appear bright until you hear them speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come 'abbreviated' is such a long word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is not everything.&lt;br /&gt;There's Mastercard &amp; Visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should love animals.&lt;br /&gt;They are so tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind every successful man, there is a woman&lt;br /&gt;And behind every unsuccessful man, there are two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... .......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man should marry.&lt;br /&gt;After all, happiness is not the only thing in &lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise never marry.&lt;br /&gt;and when they marry they become otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is a relative term. &lt;br /&gt;It brings so many relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never put off the work till tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;what you can put off today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your future depends on your dreams'&lt;br /&gt;So go to sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be a better way to start a day &lt;br /&gt;Than waking up every morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... .......... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hard work never killed anybody'&lt;br /&gt;But why take the risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Work fascinates me'&lt;br /&gt;I can look at it for hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made relatives;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God we can choose our friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you learn, the more you know,&lt;br /&gt;The more you know, the more you forget&lt;br /&gt;The more you forget, the less you know&lt;br /&gt;So.. why learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............. ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bus station is where a bus stops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A train station is where a train stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my desk, I have a work station....&lt;br /&gt;what more can I say........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-4074988343454404775?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/4074988343454404775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=4074988343454404775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/4074988343454404775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/4074988343454404775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/04/lessons-in-logic.html' title='lessons in logic'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-8914396488502765257</id><published>2008-04-09T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:05:04.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read this. Treasure your parents. They love you.</title><content type='html'>Read this. Treasure your parents. They love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom only had one eye. I hated her. She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students &amp; teachers to support the family. There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, 'EEEE, your mom only  has one eye!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, ' If you're only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?' My mom did not respond. I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because  I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings. I wanted to get out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my mother came to visit me. &lt;br /&gt;She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her  grandchildren. When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed at her, 'How dare you come to my house and scare my  children! &lt;br /&gt;GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!' And to this, my mother quietly answered, 'Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,' and she disappeared out of sight. One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity. My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My dearest! son,&lt;br /&gt;I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to your house and scared your children. I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up. You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and  lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine. I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my love to you,&lt;br /&gt;Your mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always tell someone that you love them because you never know what day will be their last, or your own. Always seek to resolve your problems or disagreements with loved ones  because if either of you should pass on before, the one who is left alive will have the rest of their life to ponder those unresolved feelings but will never find&lt;br /&gt;closure. &lt;br /&gt;And closure usually brings  peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-8914396488502765257?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/8914396488502765257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=8914396488502765257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/8914396488502765257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/8914396488502765257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/04/read-this-treasure-your-parents-they.html' title='Read this. Treasure your parents. They love you.'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-6811369137250934848</id><published>2008-03-31T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:23:06.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEST FOR DEMENTIA</title><content type='html'>heh...this is hillarious! try it out... =)&lt;br /&gt;Test for Dementia:&lt;br /&gt;Below are four (4) questions and a bonus question. You have to answer them instantly. You can't take your time, answer all of them immediately. OK Let's find out just how clever you really are. Ready? GO!!! (scroll down) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Question: You are participating in a race. You overtake the second person. what position are you in?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are first, then you are absolutely wrong! If you overtake the second person and you take his place, you are second! Try not to screw up in the next question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer the second question, don't take as much time as you took for the first question.&lt;br /&gt;Second Question: If you overtake the last person, then you are....? &lt;br /&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST Person? You're not very good at this! Are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Question: Very tricky math! Note: This must be done in your head only. Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it. Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000. Now add 30. Add another 1000. Now add 20. Now add another 1000. Now add 10. What is the total? Scroll down for answer.&lt;br /&gt;Did you get 5000? The correct answer is actually 4100. Don't believe it? Check with your calculator! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is definitely not your day. Maybe you will get the last question right?&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Question: Mary's father has five daughters: 1. Nana 2. Nene 3.Nini 4. Nono. What is the name of the fifth daughter?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Nunu? NO! Of course not. Her name is Mary. Read the question again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the bonus round:&lt;br /&gt;There is a mute person who wants to buy a toothbrush. By  imitating the action of brushing one's teeth he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done. Now if there is a blind man who wishes to buy a pair of sunglasses, how should he express himself?&lt;br /&gt;He just has to open his mouth and ask, so simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP THIS GOING TO FRUSTRATE THE SMART PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-6811369137250934848?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/6811369137250934848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=6811369137250934848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6811369137250934848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6811369137250934848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/03/test-for-dementia.html' title='TEST FOR DEMENTIA'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-1302328067472151330</id><published>2008-03-26T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:01:38.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of Globalization‏</title><content type='html'>Question: What is the truest definition of Globalization? &lt;br /&gt;Answer: Princess Diana's death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: How come? &lt;br /&gt;Answer: An English princess with an Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a French tunnel, driving a German car with a Dutch engine, driven by a Belgian who was drunk on Scottish whisky, (check the bottle before you change the spelling), followed closely by Italian Paparazzi, on Japanese motorcycles; treated by an American doctor, using Brazilian medicines. This is sent to you by an Iranian, using Bill Gates's technology, and you're probably reading this on your computer, that uses Taiwanese chips, and a Korean monitor, assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant, transported by Indian lorry-drivers, hijacked by Indonesians, unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen, and trucked to you by Mexican illegals.....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friends, is Globalization! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-1302328067472151330?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/1302328067472151330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=1302328067472151330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/1302328067472151330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/1302328067472151330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/03/definition-of-globalization.html' title='Definition of Globalization‏'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-588241689345641309</id><published>2008-03-25T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T07:45:36.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read only if you have time for God</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;READ ONLY IF YOU HAVE TIME FOR GOD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom. I almost deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the end. God, when I received this e-mail, I thought: I don't have time for this... And, this is really inappropriate during work. Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is exactly, what has caused lot of the problems in our world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning, maybe, Sunday night. And, the unlikely event of a midweek service. We do like to have Him around during sickness, and of course, at funerals.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play. Because that's the part of our lives we think we can, and should, handle on our own. May God forgive us for ever thinking that there is a time or place where HE is not to be FIRST in my life. We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, You aren't ashamed to do this, please follow the directions.  &lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, 'If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father.'  &lt;br /&gt;Not ashamed?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do Love God. HE is my source of existence and Savior. He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be nothing. But, with Christ, HE strengthens me. (Phil 4:13)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the simplest test. If You Love God, and, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things HE has done for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POEM  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;I had to hurry and get to work For bills would soon be due.&lt;br /&gt;So I knelt and said a hurried prayer, and jumped up off my knees.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christian duty was now done. My soul could rest at ease. &lt;br /&gt;All day long I had no time to spread a word of cheer,&lt;br /&gt;no time to speak of Christ to friends, they'd laugh at me I'd fear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time, no time, too much to do, that was my constant cry.&lt;br /&gt;No time to give to souls in need, but at last the time, the time to die.  &lt;br /&gt;I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes.&lt;br /&gt;For in his hands God held a book; It was the book of life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God looked into his book and said 'Your name I cannot find.  &lt;br /&gt;I once was going to write it down. But never found the time'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Easy vs. Hard  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie?  &lt;br /&gt;Why are we so sleepy in church but right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff?  &lt;br /&gt;Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy to look at a nasty one?  &lt;br /&gt;Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e- mail, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones?  &lt;br /&gt;Why are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance clubs are getting larger?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak...'I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, 'What you got there, son?' 'Just some old birds,' came the reply.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'What are you gonna do with them?' I asked. 'Take 'em home and have fun with 'em,' he answered 'I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time' 'But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?' 'Oh, I got some cats,' said the little boy. 'They like birds. I'll take 'em to them.'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor was silent for a moment. 'How much do you want for those birds, son?' 'Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want those birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!' 'How much?' the pastor asked again. The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, '$10?' The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free. Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. 'Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!' 'What are you going to do with them?' Jesus asked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan replied, 'Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And what will you do when you get done with them?' Jesus asked. 'Oh, I'll kill 'em,' Satan glared proudly. 'How much do you want for them?' Jesus asked. 'Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How much?' He asked again. Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, 'All your blood, tears and your life.' Jesus said, 'DONE!' Then He paid the price. The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.  &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how someone can say 'I believe in God' but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also 'believes' in God).  &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing? &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.  &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.  &lt;br /&gt;I pray, for everyone who sends this to their entire address book, they will be blessed by God in a way special for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-588241689345641309?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/588241689345641309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=588241689345641309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/588241689345641309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/588241689345641309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/03/read-only-if-you-have-time-for-god.html' title='Read only if you have time for God'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-6740729832984982948</id><published>2008-03-24T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T08:10:02.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye test</title><content type='html'>Eye test - i passed the test:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u find the B(there are 2B's)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you've found the b,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII1IIII&lt;br /&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you found the 1..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999699999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once youve found the 6...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the N (it's hard!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMNMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM &lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once you've found the N...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the Q...&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOQOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to find all? then u have passed the test! haha;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-6740729832984982948?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/6740729832984982948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=6740729832984982948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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qn'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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/_L5n4aGmFCes/R-Evk2hgQKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IFT_YC51iv8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896533.post-2789656352376805175</id><published>2008-03-18T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T06:57:25.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 signs you like someone</title><content type='html'>17 signs that will show that you like someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN:&lt;br /&gt;You look at their profile constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN:&lt;br /&gt;When you're on the phone with them late at night and they hang up, you still&lt;br /&gt;miss them even when it was just two minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN:&lt;br /&gt;You read their Texts and Ims Over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN:&lt;br /&gt;You walk really slow when you're with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN:&lt;br /&gt;You feel shy whenever they're around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;When you think about them, your heart beats faster but slower at the same&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN:&lt;br /&gt;You smile when you hear their voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE:&lt;br /&gt;When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you, you just see him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;You start listening to slow songs while thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;They're all you think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX:&lt;br /&gt;You get high just from their scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;You realize you're always smiling when you're looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;You would do anything for them, just to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE:&lt;br /&gt;While reading this, there was one person on your mind this whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO:&lt;br /&gt;You were so busy thinking about that person, you didnt notice number twelve&lt;br /&gt;was missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE:&lt;br /&gt;You just scrolled up to check &amp; are now silently laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW MAKE A WISH. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Post this as : 17 signs you like someone&lt;br /&gt;*And something good will happen to you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;*If you don't... you'll certainly regret it:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-2789656352376805175?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/2789656352376805175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=2789656352376805175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2789656352376805175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2789656352376805175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/03/17-signs-you-like-someone.html' title='17 signs you like someone'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-5854197894840718640</id><published>2008-03-17T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T09:24:23.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5n4aGmFCes/R96bKmhgQJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aBMlKSegnL8/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5n4aGmFCes/R96bKmhgQJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aBMlKSegnL8/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178747227964719250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-5854197894840718640?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/5854197894840718640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=5854197894840718640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/5854197894840718640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/5854197894840718640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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/_L5n4aGmFCes/R96bKmhgQJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aBMlKSegnL8/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896533.post-1367855398046180436</id><published>2008-03-11T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:10:12.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mobile fraud</title><content type='html'>If you receive a phone call on your mobile from any person, saying that, that they're checking your mobileline, and you have to press #90 or #09 or any other number.  End this call immediately without pressing any numbers. There is a fraud company using a device that once you press #90 or #09 they can access your "SIM" card and make calls at your expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell this message to as many friends as you can, to stop it. &lt;br /&gt;This information has been confirmed by both Motorola and Nokia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are over 3 Million mobile phones being infected by this virus in all around the world now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also check this news in the CNN web site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-1367855398046180436?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/1367855398046180436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=1367855398046180436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/1367855398046180436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/1367855398046180436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/03/mobile-fraud.html' title='mobile fraud'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-6520702350496812879</id><published>2008-03-07T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T06:13:35.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I am teacher, I will kill myself‏</title><content type='html'>IF I AM A TEACHER, I WILL KILL MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5n4aGmFCes/R9FNcGhgQHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cg2A_luFyMM/s1600-h/part+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5n4aGmFCes/R9FNcGhgQHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cg2A_luFyMM/s400/part+1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175002592008224882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5n4aGmFCes/R9FNcWhgQII/AAAAAAAAAAs/KwNoyyGWKMg/s1600-h/part+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5n4aGmFCes/R9FNcWhgQII/AAAAAAAAAAs/KwNoyyGWKMg/s400/part+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175002596303192194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-6520702350496812879?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/6520702350496812879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=6520702350496812879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6520702350496812879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6520702350496812879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-i-am-teacher-i-will-kill-myself.html' title='If I am teacher, I will kill myself‏'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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/_L5n4aGmFCes/R9FNcGhgQHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cg2A_luFyMM/s72-c/part+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896533.post-7008063670249125957</id><published>2008-03-05T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:05:14.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>singaporean joke</title><content type='html'>One day, there is an American, one Italian, a Singaporean and Bangladeshi travel around on a private helicopter. After about one hour of travelling, the American take out his cigarette(Dunhill), lighted it up and started smoking. After two sip, he threw the balance of the cigarette. The other three people were surprised and asked "Why didn't you finish-up the cigarette before throwing?" He replied arrogantly "there is a lot of cigarette in my country". Half an hour later the Italian took out a bottle of branded perfume and applied on himself and threw the rest out of the window. The other three people were surprised and asked "Why did you throw away the perfume?" The Italian replied also "there is alot of perfume in my country" The Singaporean don't know what to do &amp; suddenly push that Bangladeshi out of the helicopter. The other two people shouted crazily "Why did you push him?!" The Singaporean said slowly "There is a lot of Bangladeshi in my country." Everybody kept quiet and stayed away from the Singaporean..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-7008063670249125957?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/7008063670249125957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=7008063670249125957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7008063670249125957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7008063670249125957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/03/singaporean-joke.html' title='singaporean joke'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-7242423988807584304</id><published>2008-03-04T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T06:49:48.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference Between Rich/Poor People?</title><content type='html'>The Difference Between Rich/Poor People?&lt;br /&gt;One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" "It was great, Dad." "Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked. "Oh yeah," said the son. "So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father. The son answered: "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them." The boy's father was speechless. Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are." Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have. Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends! Pass this on to friends and acquaintances and help them refresh their perspective and appreciation. "Life is too short and friends are too few."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-7242423988807584304?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/7242423988807584304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=7242423988807584304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7242423988807584304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7242423988807584304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/03/difference-between-richpoor-people.html' title='Difference Between Rich/Poor People?'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-2910252631690121967</id><published>2008-02-28T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:18:36.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST FOR LAUGHS‏</title><content type='html'>The Silent Treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight. Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, "Please wake me at 5:00 AM." He left it where he knew she would find it. The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight. Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE VS. HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?" "Yep," the wife replied, "in-laws"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W O R D S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day... 30,000 to a man's 15,000. The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men... The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man said t o his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;"The wife responded, "Allow me to explain. God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me; God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you!&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DOES WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning. The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee." The husband said, "You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee." Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee." Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show me." So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says.........."HEBREWS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God may have created man before woman, but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL THIS TO SMART WOMEN WHO NEED A LAUGH AND TO MEN YOU THINK CAN HANDLE IT!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-2910252631690121967?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/2910252631690121967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=2910252631690121967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2910252631690121967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2910252631690121967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-for-laughs.html' title='JUST FOR LAUGHS‏'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-6319873523814371448</id><published>2008-02-25T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:49:53.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pass the butter pls!</title><content type='html'>MARGARINE was originally manufactured to fatten turkeys. When it killed the turkeys, the people who had put all the money into the research wanted a payback so they put their heads together to figure out what to do with this product to get their money back. It was a white substance with no food appeal so they added the yellow coloring and sold it to people to use in place of butter. How do you like it? They have come out with some clever new flavorings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW: the difference between margarine and butter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both have the same amount of calories. Butter is slightly higher in saturated fats at 8 grams compared to 5 grams. Eating margarine can increase heart disease in women by 53% over eating the same amount of butter, according to a recent Harvard Medical Study. Eating butter increases the absorption of many other nutrients in other foods. Butter has many nutritional benefits where margarine has a few only because they are added! Butter tastes much better than margarine and it can enhance the flavors of other foods. Butter has been around for centuries where margarine has been around for less than 100 years . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for Margarine.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very high in trans fatty acids. Triple risk of coronary heart disease. Increases total cholesterol and LDL (this is the bad cholesterol) and lowers HDL cholesterol (the good cholesterol), increases the risk of cancers up to five fold. Lowers quality of breast milk. Decreases immune response. Decreases insulin response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the most disturbing fact: &lt;br /&gt;Margarine is but ONE MOLECULE away from being PLASTIC..&lt;br /&gt;This fact alone was enough to have me avoiding margarine for life and anything else that is hydrogenated (this means hydrogen is added, changing the molecular structure of the substance). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can try this yourself: &lt;br /&gt;Purchase a tub of margarine and leave it in your garage or shaded area. Within a couple of days you will note a couple of things: &lt;br /&gt;* no flies, not even those pesky fruit flies will go near it (that should tell you something) &lt;br /&gt;* it does not rot or smell differently because it has no nutritional value ; nothing will grow &lt;br /&gt;on it. Even those teeny weeny microorganisms will not a find a home to grow. &lt;br /&gt;Why? Because it is nearly plastic . Would you melt your Tupperware and spread that on&lt;br /&gt;your toast? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share This With Your Friends.....(If you want to "butter them up")! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Proverb:&lt;br /&gt;"When someone shares something of value with you and you&lt;br /&gt;benefit from it, you have a moral obligation to share it with others." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..., DO IT !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-6319873523814371448?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/6319873523814371448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=6319873523814371448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6319873523814371448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6319873523814371448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/02/pass-butter-pls.html' title='pass the butter pls!'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-4361095968789600356</id><published>2008-02-22T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:30:25.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5n4aGmFCes/R7-FOD3qWxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jdttWQn7Ink/s1600-h/frens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5n4aGmFCes/R7-FOD3qWxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jdttWQn7Ink/s320/frens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169997373848050450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-4361095968789600356?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/4361095968789600356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=4361095968789600356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/4361095968789600356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/4361095968789600356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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/_L5n4aGmFCes/R7-FOD3qWxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jdttWQn7Ink/s72-c/frens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896533.post-8832782041037665663</id><published>2008-02-20T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T05:56:02.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A MOUSE TRAP STORY</title><content type='html'>A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. What food might this contain?' The mouse wondered - he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap. Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning: There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, 'Mr.Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.' The mouse turned to the pig and told him, 'There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pig sympathized, but said, I am so very sorry, Mr.Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.' The mouse turned to &lt;br /&gt;the cow and said 'There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow said, 'Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose.' So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap alone. That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the &lt;br /&gt;sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient. But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer's wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for her funeral, &lt;br /&gt;the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them. The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you, remember -- when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk. We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER,,,, &lt;br /&gt;EACH OF US IS A VITAL THREAD IN ANOTHER PERSON'S TAPESTRY;&lt;br /&gt;OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER FOR A REASON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-8832782041037665663?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/8832782041037665663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=8832782041037665663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/8832782041037665663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/8832782041037665663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/02/mouse-trap-story.html' title='A MOUSE TRAP STORY'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-5656751333242171859</id><published>2008-02-19T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T07:45:18.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy's point of view</title><content type='html'>Guy's point of view &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is even written by a guy! You might agree with it, but when it actually happens, 99% of girls don't realize it 'til it is too late and that guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a guys point of view: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you talk to other guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you're friends with other guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till he morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong.We'll stop trying to convince you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Advantage of the mood im in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET US PAY FOR YOU! DON'T 'FEEL BAD'. We enjoy doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and say 'thank you.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching. If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us. If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. Or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about how hott Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us. It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word 'handsome'/'beautiful'. I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with 'Hey handsome!' instead of 'Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy' or whatever else you can think of. On the other hand im not sayin i wouldn't like it either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: I cannot stress this enough: IF YOU AREN'T BEING TREATED RIGHT BY A GUY, DON'T WAIT FOR HIM TO CHANGE. DITCH HIS SORRY DISGRACE-TO-THE-MALE-POPULATION ASS, AND FIND SOMEONE WHO WILL TREAT YOU WITH UTTER RESPECT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will honor your morals. &lt;br /&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest. &lt;br /&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel. &lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stop what theyre doing just to look you in the eyes and say 'i love you' AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****Give the nice guys a chance***** &lt;br /&gt;Holdin Hands- &lt;br /&gt;Girls : If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times. &lt;br /&gt;Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling- &lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold. &lt;br /&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies-&lt;br /&gt;Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder &lt;br /&gt;Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving each other- &lt;br /&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying below the stars- &lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat &lt;br /&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers. Now make a wish about something you would like to happen Between you and your crush.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys: no grabbing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-5656751333242171859?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/5656751333242171859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=5656751333242171859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/5656751333242171859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/5656751333242171859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/02/guys-point-of-view.html' title='Guy&apos;s point of view'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-8724075294893245970</id><published>2008-02-18T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T06:28:51.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIND GAME 2% or 98%</title><content type='html'>MIND GAME 2% or 98%&lt;br /&gt;This is strange...can you figure it out? Are you the 2% or 98% of the population?&lt;br /&gt;Follow the instructions! NO PEEKING AHEAD! Do the following exercise, guaranteed to raise an eyebrow. There's no trick or surprise. Just follow these instructions, and answer the questions one at a time and as quickly as you can! Again, as quickly as you can but don't advance until you've done each of them ... really. Now, scroll down (but not too fast, you might miss something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of a number from 1 to 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply that number by 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the number is a 2-digit number, add the digits together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now subtract 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determine which letter in the alphabet corresponds to the number you ended up with (example: 1=a, 2=b, 3=c,etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of a country that starts with that letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the last letter of the name of that country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the name of an animal that starts with that letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the last letter in the name of that animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the name of a fruit that starts with that letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking of a Kangaroo in Denmark eating an Orange? I told you this was FREAKY!! If not, you're among the 2% of the population whose minds are different enough to think of something else. 98% of people will answer with kangaroos in Denmark when given this exercise. Keep this going. This one is actually worth telling on to others. So they can find out if they are usual or unusual:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-8724075294893245970?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/8724075294893245970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=8724075294893245970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/8724075294893245970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/8724075294893245970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/02/mind-game-2-or-98.html' title='MIND GAME 2% or 98%'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-6910063438828668054</id><published>2008-02-14T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T05:23:53.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of all the friends I've ever met,&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;And if I die before you do&lt;br /&gt;I'll go to heaven and wait for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll give the angels Back their wings&lt;br /&gt;And risk the loss of everything&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove that my friendship is true&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to have Family and Friends like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Mother&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-6910063438828668054?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/6910063438828668054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=6910063438828668054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6910063438828668054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6910063438828668054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/02/of-all-friends-ive-ever-met-youre-one-i.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-2513365594314210123</id><published>2008-02-12T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T03:19:45.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even one drop of the Poison of untruth will poison the entire milk-ocean of truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry... for all the mean things i have said.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry... For all the things i did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry... If I ever ignored YOU&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry... If I ever made you feel bad or put you down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry... If I ever thought I was bigger or better than you..&lt;br /&gt;I Luv You... Don't EVER forget that!&lt;br /&gt;Through bad times and good, I'll always be here for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry... For everything wrong I've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this because what if tomorrow never comes?&lt;br /&gt;What if you never get to say good-bye or give a BIG hug to the people you care about?&lt;br /&gt;What if you never get to say I'm sorry or I love you?&lt;br /&gt;****PLEASE TELL THIS TO EVERYONE YOU CARE ABOUT...****&lt;br /&gt;...Because what if tomorrow never comes?&lt;br /&gt;I LUV YOU!!! FRIENDS ALWAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you." --- Winnie the Pooh&lt;br /&gt;"True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost." ---Charles Caleb Colton&lt;br /&gt;"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out."&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship! is one mind in two bodies." ---Mencius&lt;br /&gt;"Friends are God's way of taking care of us."&lt;br /&gt;"If you should die before me, ask if you could bring a friend." ---Stone Temple Pilots&lt;br /&gt;"I'll lean on you and you lean on me and we'll be okay." ---dave Matthew's band&lt;br /&gt;"If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them, I'd be at the bottom to catch them."&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say."&lt;br /&gt;"We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere." --- Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;"My father always used to say that when you die, if you've got five real friends, then you've had a great life." ---Lee Iacocca&lt;br /&gt;"Hold a true friend with both your hands." ---Nigerian Proverb&lt;br /&gt;"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."---unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-2513365594314210123?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/2513365594314210123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=2513365594314210123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2513365594314210123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2513365594314210123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/02/even-one-drop-of-poison-of-untruth-will.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-2951075996811326135</id><published>2008-02-09T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:54:11.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Don't let your life slip through your finger by living in the past or for the future. By living your life one day at a time, you live all the days of your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be best friends one year,&lt;br /&gt;pretty good friends the next year,&lt;br /&gt;don't talk that often the next year,&lt;br /&gt;and don't want to talk at all the year after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just wanted to say,&lt;br /&gt;even if I never talk to you again in my life,&lt;br /&gt;you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I look up to you, respect you, and truly cherish you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell this to all your friends,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how often you talk,&lt;br /&gt;or how close you are,&lt;br /&gt;and tell it also to the person who told it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them,&lt;br /&gt;and tell new friends you never will.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, everyone needs a friend,&lt;br /&gt;someday you might feel like you have NO FRIENDS at all,&lt;br /&gt;just remember this text&lt;br /&gt;and take comfort in knowing&lt;br /&gt;somebody out there cares about you and always will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-2951075996811326135?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/2951075996811326135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=2951075996811326135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2951075996811326135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2951075996811326135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-let-your-life-slip-through-your.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-5403042822924867289</id><published>2008-02-08T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:50:35.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice nice</title><content type='html'>15 Things You Probably Never Knew or Thought About&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At least 5 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.&lt;br /&gt;2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.&lt;br /&gt;3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.&lt;br /&gt;4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;6. You mean the world to someone.&lt;br /&gt;7. If not for you, someone may not be living.&lt;br /&gt;8. You are special and unique.&lt;br /&gt;9. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.&lt;br /&gt;10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.&lt;br /&gt;11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.&lt;br /&gt;12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.&lt;br /&gt;14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know.&lt;br /&gt;15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Minute:&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-5403042822924867289?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/5403042822924867289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=5403042822924867289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/5403042822924867289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/5403042822924867289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/02/nice-nice.html' title='nice nice'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-1673615636000559157</id><published>2008-02-01T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T05:41:29.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIRLINES</title><content type='html'>Lufthansa Airlines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passengers on a Lufthansa flight heard this announcement from the captain :"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am sorry to inform you that we have lost power to all of our engines and will shortly crash into the ocean". The passengers were obviously very worried about this situation but were somewhat comforted by the captain's next announcement. &lt;br /&gt;"Ladies and Gentlemen, we at Lufthansa have prepared for such an emergency and we would now like you to rearrange your seating so that all the non-swimmers are on the left side of the plane and all the swimmers are on the right side of the plane. After this announcement all the passengers rearranged their seating to comply with the captain's request. &lt;br /&gt;Two minutes later the captain made a belly landing in the ocean. The captain once again made an announcement: "Ladies and Gentlemen we have crashed into the ocean. All of the swimmers on the right side of the plane, open your emergency exits and quickly swim away from the plane. For all of the non-swimmers on the left side of plane...&lt;br /&gt;-Thank You For Flying Lufthansa- ".&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta Airlines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the airport for a trip, I settled down to wait for the boarding announcement at Gate 35. Then I heard the voice on the public address system saying, "We apologize for the inconvenience, but Delta Flight 570 will board from Gate 41." So my family picked up our luggage and carried it over to Gate 41. Not ten minutes later the public address voice told us that Flight 570 would in fact be boarding from Gate 35. So again we gathered our carry-on luggage and returned to the original gate. Just as we were settling down, the public address voice spoke "Thank You for participating in Delta's physical fitness program."&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;British Airways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is Captain Sinclair speaking. On behalf of my crew I'd like to welcome you aboard British Airways flight 602 from New York to London. We are currently flying at a height of 35,000 feet midway across the Atlantic." "If you look out of the windows on the starboard side of the aircraft, you will observe that both the starboard engines are on fire. "If you look out of the windows on the port side, you will observe that the port wing has fallen off." "If you look down towards the Atlantic ocean, you will see a little yellow life raft with three people in it waving at you. That's me your captain, the co-pilot, and one of the air stewardesses. This is a recorded message."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-1673615636000559157?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/1673615636000559157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=1673615636000559157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/1673615636000559157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/1673615636000559157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/02/airlines.html' title='AIRLINES'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-4301711198734165863</id><published>2008-01-31T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T07:14:19.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Son</title><content type='html'>A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held out this package. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this." The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift." The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected. The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?" There was silence. Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one." But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!" But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?" Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford. "We have $10, who will bid $20?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters." "$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?" The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!" A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!" The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about the paintings?" "I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the son?" Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-4301711198734165863?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/4301711198734165863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=4301711198734165863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/4301711198734165863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/4301711198734165863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/01/take-my-son.html' title='Take My Son'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-2966856570492728485</id><published>2008-01-30T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:47:44.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the necklace</title><content type='html'>The cheerful little girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them, a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. "Oh mommy please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy,please?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's upturned face. "A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you really want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday's only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere, Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night as he finished the story, he asked Jenny, "Do you love me?" "Oh yes, daddy. You know that I love you." "Then give me your pearls." "Oh, daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess, the white horse from my collection, the one with the pink tail. Remember, Daddy? The one you gave me. She's my very favorite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's okay, Honey, daddy loves you. Good night." And he brushed her cheek with a kiss. About a week later, after the story time, Jenny's daddy asked again, "Do you love me?" "Daddy, you know I love you." "Then give me your pearls." "Oh Daddy, not my pearls But you can have my baby doll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you." And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss. A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian style. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?" Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said, "Here, daddy, this is for you." With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime store necklace, and with the other hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her the genuine treasure. So it is, with our Heavenly Father. He is waiting for us to give up the cheap things in our lives so that he can give us the beautiful treasures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't God good? Are you holding onto things that God wants you to let go of? Are you holding on to harmful or unnecessary partners, relationships habits and activities that you have come so attached to that it seems impossible to let go? Sometimes it is so hard to see what is in the other hand but do believe this one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will never take away something without giving you something better in its place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-2966856570492728485?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/2966856570492728485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=2966856570492728485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2966856570492728485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2966856570492728485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/01/necklace.html' title='the necklace'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-7893598684589056985</id><published>2008-01-29T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T02:59:15.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>touching</title><content type='html'>The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her 5-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the xmas tree.Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and said, 'This is for you, Momma.'The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over-reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner. 'Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?'She had tears in her eyes and said, 'Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full.' The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, begging her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.&lt;br /&gt;An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed all the years of her life. Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficulties she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss, remembering the love of the child who had put it there.In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-7893598684589056985?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/7893598684589056985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=7893598684589056985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7893598684589056985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7893598684589056985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2008/01/touching.html' title='touching'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-3367968912011261803</id><published>2007-07-18T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T07:14:47.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Realise The Value Of...</title><content type='html'>To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of a sister&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of ten years:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a newly&lt;br /&gt;Divorced couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of four years:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one year:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a student who&lt;br /&gt;Has failed a final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of nine months:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one month:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a mother&lt;br /&gt;who has given birth to&lt;br /&gt;A premature baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one week:&lt;br /&gt;Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one hour:&lt;br /&gt;Ask the lovers who are waiting to Meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one minute:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a person&lt;br /&gt;Who has missed the train, bus or plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one-second:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a&lt;br /&gt;person&lt;br /&gt;Who has&lt;br /&gt;survived an accident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize&lt;br /&gt;The value of one millisecond:&lt;br /&gt;Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure every moment you have.&lt;br /&gt;You will treasure it even more when&lt;br /&gt;you can share it with someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of a friend:&lt;br /&gt;Lose one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origin of this letter is unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-3367968912011261803?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/3367968912011261803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=3367968912011261803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/3367968912011261803'/><link rel='self' 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style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ISTP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your personality type is reserved, methodical, spirited, and intense.&lt;br /&gt;Only about 6% of all people have your personality, including 3% of all women and 8% of all menYou are Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, and Perceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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personality'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-6585976460599087352</id><published>2007-06-28T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T02:50:17.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are hard to please..</title><content type='html'>Men Are Hard To Please. The problems with GUYS:&lt;br /&gt;If u TREAT him nicely, he says u are IN LOVE with him; If u don't, he says u are PROUD.&lt;br /&gt;If u DRESS Nicely, he says u are trying to LURE him; If u Don't, he says u are from KAMPUNG.&lt;br /&gt;If u ARGUE with him, he says u are STUBBORN; If u keep QUIET, he says u have no BRAINS.&lt;br /&gt;If u are SMARTER than him, he'll lose FACE; If he's Smarter than u, he is GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;If u don't Love him, he tries to POSSESS u; If u Love him, he will try to LEAVE u. (very true huh?)&lt;br /&gt;If u don't make love with him, he says u don't Love him; If u do!! he says u are CHEAP.&lt;br /&gt;If u tell him your PROBLEM, he says u are TROUBLESOME; If u don't, he says that u don't TRUST him.&lt;br /&gt;If u SCOLD him, u are like a NANNY to him; If he SCOLDS u, it is because he CARES for u.&lt;br /&gt;If u BREAK your PROMISE, u cannot be TRUSTED; If he BREAKS his, he is FORCED to do so.&lt;br /&gt;If u SMOKE, u are BAD girl; If he SMOKES, he is GENTLEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;If u do WELL in your exams, he says it's LUCK; If he does WELL, it's BRAINS.&lt;br /&gt;If u HURT him, u are CRUEL; If he HURTS u, u are too SENSITIVE! &amp;amp; sooo hard to please!!!&lt;br /&gt;If u tell this to guys, they will swear that it's not true....... but if u don't, they say u are selfish.&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is: TELL THIS TO GUYS OUT THERE ANYWAY. Tell it to the girls too for some laughter!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-6585976460599087352?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/6585976460599087352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=6585976460599087352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6585976460599087352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6585976460599087352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2007/06/men-are-hard-to-please.html' title='Men are hard to please..'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-7363506179940758327</id><published>2007-06-19T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T20:15:20.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singaporean Joke</title><content type='html'>Lee Sum Wan: Hello can I speak to Annie Wan?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sori: Yes u could speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;Lee Sum Wan: No! I want to speak to Annie Wan!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sori: You are now talking to someone! Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Lee Sum Wan: I'm Sum Wan. And I need to talk to Annie Wan! It's urgent!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sori: I know u are someone and u want to talk to anyone! But what's this urgent matter about?&lt;br /&gt;Lee Sum Wan: Well just tell my sister Annie Wan that our brother was involved in an accident. Noe Wan got injured and now Noe Wan is being sent to the hospital. Right now Avery Wan is going to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sori: Look if no one was injured and no one was sent to the hospital from the accident that is'nt an urgent matter! You may find this hilarious but i dont have time for this!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lee Sum Wan: You are rude. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sori: I'm Sori.&lt;br /&gt;Lee Sum Wan: You should be sorry. Now give me your name!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sori: I'm Sori!!&lt;br /&gt;Lee Sum Wan: I don't like your tone of voice Mr and I don't care, give me your name!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sori: Look lady, I told you already I'm Sori! I'm Sori!!I'm SORI!!! You didn't even give me your name!&lt;br /&gt;Lee Sum Wan: I told u before I'm Sum Wan! Sum Wan!!! You better be careful my father is Sum Buddy. And my uncle holds a very big position in the company. He is Noe Buddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-7363506179940758327?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/7363506179940758327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=7363506179940758327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7363506179940758327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7363506179940758327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2007/06/singaporean-joke.html' title='Singaporean Joke'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-6740688553198339982</id><published>2007-06-18T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:42:26.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Froggies!!!</title><content type='html'>There once was a bunch of tiny frogs, who arranged a running competition. The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower. A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants. The race began. Honestly, no one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower. You heard statements such as:" Oh, WAY too difficult!" They will NEVER make it to the top!" or:" Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!" The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one. Except for those, who in a fresh tempo, were climbing higher and higher. The crowd continued to yell, "It is too difficult!!!   No one will make it!" More tiny frogs got tired and gave up. But ONE continued higher and higher and higher. This one wouldn't give up!!! At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower. Except for the one tiny frog who, after a big effort, was the only one who reached the top!THEN all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this one frog managed to do it? A contestant asked the tiny frog how he had found the strength to succeed and reach the goal? It turned out: That the winner was DEAF!&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of this story is: NEVER listen to other people's tendencies to be negative or pessimistic. Because they take your most wonderful dreams and wishes away from you. the ones you have in your heart! Always think of the power words have. Because everything you hear and read will affect your actions! Therefore: ALWAYS be...POSITIVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;And above all: Be DEAF when people tell YOU that you can not fulfill your dreams!!! Always think: God and I can do this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-6740688553198339982?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/6740688553198339982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=6740688553198339982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6740688553198339982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6740688553198339982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2007/06/froggies.html' title='Froggies!!!'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-435975592086834366</id><published>2007-06-17T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:20:19.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not student's fault if he fails.</title><content type='html'>It's not the fault of the student if he fails, because the year ONLY has 365 days. Typical academic year for a student:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sundays - 52 Sundays in a year, you know Sundays are for rest. (Days left 313.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Summer holidays - 50 where weather is very hot and difficult to study. (Days left 263.)&lt;br /&gt;3. 8 hours daily sleep - 130 days GONE. (Days left 141.)&lt;br /&gt;4. 1 hour for daily playing- (good for health) means 15 days. (Days left 126.)&lt;br /&gt;5. 2 hours daily for food &amp; other delicacies (chewing properly &amp;amp; swallowing) - means 30days. (Days left 96.)&lt;br /&gt;6. 1 hour for talking (man is a social animal) - means 15 days. (Days left 81.)&lt;br /&gt;7. Exam days - per year at least 35 days. (Days left 46.)&lt;br /&gt;8. Quarterly, half yearly and festival (holidays) - 40 days. (Days left 6.)&lt;br /&gt;9. For sickness - at least 3 days. (Days left 3.)&lt;br /&gt;10. Movies and functions- at least 2 days. (1 day left.)&lt;br /&gt;11. That 1 day is your birthday. How can you study on that day?!?!?!?!?!?! (Balance = 0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a student pass ?????!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-435975592086834366?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/435975592086834366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=435975592086834366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/435975592086834366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/435975592086834366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-students-fault-if-he-fails.html' title='Not student&apos;s fault if he fails.'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-2480125731956912023</id><published>2007-06-14T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:03:14.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you need to tell someone that you are sorry</title><content type='html'>Last night you and your best friend had had a fight.&lt;br /&gt;You decide not to talk to her the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles at you.&lt;br /&gt;You grinde your teeth at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells her friends nice things about you.&lt;br /&gt;You spread Bad rumors about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries to come and talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;But you puh her aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks you are a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;You think she is a terrible friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She writes nice notes to you, telling you the best times they had had together.&lt;br /&gt;You write all the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down you know she's sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But all you have is hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at school you find a note on your desk. It reads:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Isabella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't let me speak,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you good things,but you were afraid to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to smile at you,&lt;br /&gt;to take away the hate.&lt;br /&gt;But now it's time to tell you, even though it's a bit late.&lt;br /&gt;That i am dieing.&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad tumor in my stomach and it is getting bigger.I'm sorry to have to tell you that i wont be able to go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this to you today in the hospatal.&lt;br /&gt;My time is up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i should have told you sooner.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry about our argument,you are such a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;I promise i shall watch over you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;br /&gt;Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella ran to the hospital to tell her she was sorry,&lt;br /&gt;But only her mum was left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hand claped over her face.&lt;br /&gt;And she was crying. Down on her knees she prayed,&lt;br /&gt;for her daughter Katie to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, Isabella were too late.&lt;br /&gt;You wish you told her sooner and got to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All friends have their ups and downs, and sometimes you need to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for her to do it first.&lt;br /&gt;Because you never know what could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Treasure Everyone &amp; Everything you have.. [You might lose it 1 day...]&lt;br /&gt;Atesore realmente todo y cada uno u tienen... [Usted lo perderÃ¡ un dÃ&amp;shy;a...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-2480125731956912023?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/2480125731956912023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=2480125731956912023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2480125731956912023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/2480125731956912023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2007/06/sometimes-you-need-to-tell-someone-that.html' title='Sometimes you need to tell someone that you are sorry'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-8804326688065457964</id><published>2007-06-12T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:10:41.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're down to nothing, God is up to something.</title><content type='html'>She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said:  "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?" The surgeon said, "I'm sorry.  We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it." Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university." Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son.&lt;br /&gt;She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom."&lt;br /&gt;She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold.  Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could." Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there! She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult.&lt;br /&gt;It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter.&lt;br /&gt;The letter said: "Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say "I Love You". I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important.&lt;br /&gt;That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him ?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross.  He was right there, as He always is with all His children.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed with Love from God, Jesus &amp;amp; Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-8804326688065457964?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/8804326688065457964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=8804326688065457964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/8804326688065457964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/8804326688065457964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-youre-down-to-nothing-god-is-up-to.html' title='When you&apos;re down to nothing, God is up to something.'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-6298638481553198727</id><published>2007-05-24T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:13:24.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful Story</title><content type='html'>In Phoenix, Arizona, a 26-year-old mother stared down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of terminal leukemia. Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent, she wanted her son to grow up &amp; fulfill all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible. The leukemia would see to that. But she still wanted her son's dream to come true. She took her son's hand and asked, "Billy, did you ever think about what you wanted to be once you grew up? Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with your life?" Mommy, "I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Mom smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make your wish come true."&lt;br /&gt;Later that day she went to her local fire department in Phoenix, Arizona, where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix. She explained her son's final wish and asked if it might be possible to give her 6 year old son a ride around the block on a fire engine.&lt;br /&gt;Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than that. If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll make him an honorary fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards! And if you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real fire hat - not a toy -- one with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots. They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix, so we can get them fast."&lt;br /&gt;Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy, dressed him in his uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and ladder truck. Billy got to sit on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven. There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all three calls. He rode in the different fire engines, the paramedic's van, and even the fire chief's car. He was also videotaped for the local news program. Having his dream come true, with all the Love and attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Billy, that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the hospice concept - that no one should die alone, began to call the family members to the hospital. Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as a fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Billy as he made his transition. The chief replied, "We can do better than that. We'll be there in five minutes. Will you please do me a favor? When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system, that there is not a fire? It's the department coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room?&lt;br /&gt;About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the hospital and extended its ladder up to Billy's third floor open window-------- 16 fire-fighters climbed up the ladder into Billy's room. With his mother's permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they LOVED him. With his dying breath, Billy looked up at the fire chief and said, "Chief, am I really a fireman now?" "Billy, you are, and the Head Chief, Jesus, is holding your hand," the chief said. With those words, Billy smiled and said, "I know, He's been holding my hand all day, and the angels have been singing.." He closed his eyes one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uplifting stories are one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost, but a lot of rewards, let's continue to uplift one another!!! God bless you and have a blessed week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-6298638481553198727?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/6298638481553198727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=6298638481553198727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6298638481553198727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/6298638481553198727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2007/05/powerful-story.html' title='Powerful Story'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-7344525703940935628</id><published>2007-05-24T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T07:31:39.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Of The Day</title><content type='html'>A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat." "Is the man of the house home?", they asked. "No", she replied. "He's out." "Then we cannot come in", they replied.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened. "Go tell them I am home and invite them in!" The woman went out and invited the men in" "We do not go into a House together," they replied. "Why is that?" she asked. One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."&lt;br /&gt;The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!" His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?" Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"&lt;br /&gt;"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife. "Go out and invite Love to be our guest." The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of  you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."&lt;br /&gt;Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?" The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY WISH FOR YOU...&lt;br /&gt;-Where there is pain, I wish you peace and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;-Where there is self-doubting, I wish you a renewed confidence in your ability to work through it.&lt;br /&gt;-Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, I wish you understanding, patience, and renewed strength.&lt;br /&gt;-Where there is fear, I wish you love, and courage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-7344525703940935628?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/7344525703940935628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=7344525703940935628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7344525703940935628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7344525703940935628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2007/05/story-of-day.html' title='Story Of The Day'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-7120206687692878523</id><published>2007-05-22T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:39:07.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Your Friends</title><content type='html'>A story tells of two friends who were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey, they had an argument and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt. Without saying anything, he wrote in the sand: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.&lt;br /&gt;They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?" The other friend replied "When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. However, when someone does something good for us, we should engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."&lt;br /&gt;Henceforth, LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE. 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. Take the time to live! Do not value the THINGS you have in your life. But value WHO you have in your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-7120206687692878523?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/7120206687692878523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=7120206687692878523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7120206687692878523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/7120206687692878523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2007/05/treasure-your-friends.html' title='Treasure Your Friends'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-827828422644389484</id><published>2007-05-21T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:19:27.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless You All The Way</title><content type='html'>As I was walking down life's highway many years ago, I came upon a sign that reads "&lt;strong&gt;Heavens Grocery Store&lt;/strong&gt;". When I got a little closer, the doors swung open wide. And when I came to myself, I was standing inside. I saw a host of angels. They were standing everywhere. One handed me a basket and said "My child, shop with care." Everything a human needed was in that grocery store. And what you could not carry, you could come back for more. First I got some &lt;strong&gt;Patience&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; was in that same row. Further down was &lt;strong&gt;Understanding&lt;/strong&gt;. You need that everywhere you go. I got a box or two of &lt;strong&gt;Wisdom&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Faith&lt;/strong&gt; a bag or two. And &lt;strong&gt;Charity&lt;/strong&gt; of course. I would need some of that too. I couldn't miss the Holy Ghost. It was all over the place. And then some &lt;strong&gt;Strength&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Courage&lt;/strong&gt; to help me run this race. My basket was getting full, but I needed &lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt;, And then I chose &lt;strong&gt;Salvation&lt;/strong&gt; because it was free of charge. I tried to get enough of that to do for both you and me. Then I started my way to the counter to pay for my grocery bill, For I thought I had everything to do the Masters will. As I went up the aisle I saw &lt;strong&gt;Prayer&lt;/strong&gt; and put that in as I knew that when I stepped outside, I would run into sin. The last things on the shelf were &lt;strong&gt;Peace&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt;, which were plentiful. &lt;strong&gt;Song&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Praise&lt;/strong&gt; were hanging near so I just helped myself. Then I said to the angel, "Now how much do I owe?" He smiled and said, "Just take them everywhere you go." Again I asked "Really now, How much do I owe?" "My child" he said, "God paid your bill a long long time ago."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-827828422644389484?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/827828422644389484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=827828422644389484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/827828422644389484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/827828422644389484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2007/05/bless-you-all-way.html' title='Bless You All The Way'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-8556379375484041554</id><published>2007-05-11T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:27:07.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Upset The Wife</title><content type='html'>A police officer pulls over a speeding car. The officer says, I clocked you at 80 miles per hour, sir." The driver says, "Gee, officer I had it on cruise control at 60, perhaps your radar gun needs calibrating." Not looking up from her knitting the wife says: "Now don't be silly dear, you know that this car doesn't have cruise control." As the officer writes out the ticket, the driver looks over at his wife and growls, "Can't you please keep your mouth shut for once? The wife smiles demurely and says, "You should be thankful your radar detector went off when it did." As the officer makes out the second ticket for the illegal radar detector unit, the man glowers at his wife and says through clenched teeth, "Darn it, woman, can't you keep your mouth shut?" The officer frowns and says, "And I notice that you're not wearing your seat belt, sir. That's an automatic Â£75 fine." The driver says, "Yeah, well, you see officer, I had it on, but took it off when you pulled me over so that I could get my license out of my back pocket.." The wife says, "Now, dear, you know very well that you didn't have your seat belt on. You never wear your seat belt when you're driving." And as the police officer is writing out the third ticket the driver turns to his wife and barks, "WHY DON'T YOU PLEASE SHUT UP??" The officer looks over at the woman and asks, "Does your husband always talk to you this way, Ma'am?" Wait for it "Only when he's been drinking."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-8556379375484041554?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/8556379375484041554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=8556379375484041554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/8556379375484041554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/8556379375484041554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2007/05/never-upset-wife.html' title='Never Upset The Wife'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-255925125987418704</id><published>2007-03-21T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T02:34:03.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singlish Composition from 1 to 10</title><content type='html'>You might like this. This is hilarious......... even an Englishman could not construct sentences using numeric, which is exclusive only to M'sians and Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lim Ah Lek was asked to make a sentence using 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 and 0. Not only did he do it 1 to 10, he did it again from 10 back to 1. This is what he came up with......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 day I go 2 climb up a 3 outside a house to peep. But the couple saw me, so I panic and 4 down. The man rush out and wanted to 5 with me. I run until I fall 6 and throw up. So I go into 7 eleven and grab some 8 to throw at him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then I took a 9 and try to stab him. 10 God he run away. So, I put the 9 back and pay for the 8 and left 7 eleven. Next day, I call my boss and say I am 6. He said 5, tomorrow also no need to come back 4 work He also ask me to climb a 3 and jump down. I don't understand, I so nice 2 him but I don't know what he 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-255925125987418704?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/255925125987418704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=255925125987418704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/255925125987418704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/255925125987418704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2007/03/singlish-composition-from-1-to-10.html' title='Singlish Composition from 1 to 10'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-119255480653218933</id><published>2007-03-04T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T02:35:52.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$20.00</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we just need to be reminded! A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked,"Who would like this $20 bill?" Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this. He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air. Well, he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air. My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.&lt;br /&gt;Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE and WHOSE WE ARE. You are special- Don't EVER forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings, not your problems. And remember: amateurs built the ark.. professionals built the Titanic. If God brings you to it - He will bring you through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-119255480653218933?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/119255480653218933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=119255480653218933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/119255480653218933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/119255480653218933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2007/03/2000.html' title='$20.00'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-1990546864920973422</id><published>2007-02-24T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:20:21.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friend</title><content type='html'>--&gt; In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In primary one, your idea of a good friend, was the person who went to the washroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In primary two, your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In primary three, your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours, you left on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In primary four, your idea of a good friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework that you forgotten to do the previous night.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In primary five, your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In primary six, your idea of a friend was someone who comforted you and lent their shoulder to you when you received your PSLE results.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In secondary one, your idea of a friend was the person who helped you to pass the ''love letter'' to your crush/stead.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In secondary two, your idea of a good friend was the person who comforted you when you broke up with your boy/girl friend, saying that the person is not even worth of your tears.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In secondary three, your idea of a good friend was the person who would come over to your house and help you decide on which clothes to wear on your first date, although he/she had her date waiting for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In secondary four, your idea of a good friend was the person who would help you in the "O" levels' examination when you had chicken pox and on the examination day, you recovered but your friend had the disease and had to stay home for a week.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, Remember always to say what you mean. Never be afraid to express yourself. Take this opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you. Seize the day and have no regrets. Most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today and are what it's all about anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-1990546864920973422?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/1990546864920973422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=1990546864920973422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/1990546864920973422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/1990546864920973422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-friend.html' title='Good Friend'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-116464309225572176</id><published>2006-11-27T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T07:58:12.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friend: calls your parents by mr. and mrs. Best friend: calls your parents dad and mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friend: has never seen you cry Best friend: has always had the best shoulder to cry on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friend: never asks for anything to eat or drink Best friend: opens the fridge and makes herself at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friend: asks you to write down your number. Best friend: they ask you for their number (cuz they can't remember it) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friend: borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back Best friend: has a closet full of your stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friend: only knows a few things about you Best friend: could write a biography on your life story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friend: will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing Best friend: will always go with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friends Forever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Written with a pen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sealed with a kiss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you are my friend, Please answer this: Are we friends or are we not? You told me once, but I forgot.. So tell me now and tell me true, So I can say, I am here for you. Of all the friends I've ever met, You're the ones I won't forget.. And if I die before you do, I'll go to Heaven And wait for you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-116464309225572176?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/116464309225572176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=116464309225572176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/116464309225572176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/116464309225572176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2006/11/friends-forever.html' title='Friends Forever!'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-116435262269186362</id><published>2006-11-23T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:17:02.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly couple</title><content type='html'>harloe! me posting sth again. haha. enjoy it anway.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty, he said...no. She asked him if he would want to be with her forever.... and he said no. She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once again he replied with a no. She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears started streaming down her face. The boy grabbed her arm and said.... You're not pretty you're beautiful. I dont want to be with you forever. I NEED to be with you forever. And I wouldnt cry if you walked away...I'd die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touching right? can you imagine if somebody tell you that? if it was me, i may end up bashing the person even before he finish talking. haha. have a nice day! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-116435262269186362?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/116435262269186362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=116435262269186362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/116435262269186362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/116435262269186362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2006/11/silly-couple.html' title='silly couple'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-116421118688931081</id><published>2006-11-22T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T07:59:46.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A CUP OF TIPS TO START UP THE DAY lesson 5</title><content type='html'>heehee. i am now like blogging once again.. however, it is now night time  already.. and my dad is sleeping.. hehe.. sort of still using the com"secretly". =) i shall share with you all another tip.. maybe not to start the day, but to end it.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON 5   The organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was in   charge.  Each organ took a turn to speak up:   Brain......... I should be in charge because I run all body functions.   Blood........ I should be in charge because I circulate oxygen for the   brain.   Stomach... I should be in charge because I process food to the brain.   Legs......... I should be in charge because I take the brain where it wants   to go.   Eyes.......... I should be in charge because I let the brain see where it's   going.   Asshole.....I should be in charge because I get rid of your waste.   All the other parts laughed so hard and this made the asshole very mad.   To prove his point, the asshole immediately slammed tightly closed and   stayed that way for 6 days, refusing to rid the body of any waste   whatsoever.  &lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - Brain got a terrible headache and cried out for relief  &lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Stomach got bloated and began to ache terribly  &lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Legs got cramps and became unstable  &lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - Eyes became watery and vision became blurred  &lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - Blood became toxic and poisoned the body  &lt;br /&gt;Day 6 -The other organs agreed to let the asshole be in charge.  &lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE, OR HOW IMPORTANT YOU THINK YOU   ARE, YOU WILL FIND THAT IT IS ALWAYS THE ASSHOLE THAT IS IN CHARGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute right? =) hope you have enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-116421118688931081?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/116421118688931081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=116421118688931081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/116421118688931081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/116421118688931081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2006/11/cup-of-tips-to-start-up-day-lesson-5.html' title='A CUP OF TIPS TO START UP THE DAY lesson 5'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-116398631049838514</id><published>2006-11-19T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:31:50.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A CUP OF TIPS TO START UP THE DAY  lesson 4</title><content type='html'>good morning!!! yeapps. a new cup of tip to start up all our day! heehees. enjoy please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were these 4 guys, a Russian, a German, an American and a French, who   found this small genie bottle. When they rubbed the bottle, a genie   appeared. Thankful that the 4 guys had released him out of the bottle,   He said, "Next to you all are 4 swimming pools, I will give each of you A   wish. When you run towards the pool and jump, you shout what you want the   pool of water to become, then your wish will come true.   The French wanted to start. He ran towards the pool, jumped and shouted,   WINE.   The pool immediately changed into a pool of wine. The Frenchman was so   happy swimming and drinking from the pool.   Next is the Russian's turn, he did the same and shouted, VODKA and   immersed himself into a pool of vodka.   The German was next and he jumped and shouted, BEER. He was so contented   with his beer pool.   The last is the American. He was running towards the pool when suddenly He   steps on a banana peel. He slipped towards the pool and shouted,   SHIT!!!!!!!.........   MORAL OF THE STORY: THINK TWICE BEFORE YOU SAY SOMETHING, BECAUSE SOMETIMES   ACCIDENTS DO HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very fresh right? haha. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-116398631049838514?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/116398631049838514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=116398631049838514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/116398631049838514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/116398631049838514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2006/11/cup-of-tips-to-start-up-day-lesson-4.html' title='A CUP OF TIPS TO START UP THE DAY  lesson 4'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-116372979843851003</id><published>2006-11-16T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:16:38.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A CUP OF TIPS TO START UP THE DAY  lesson 3</title><content type='html'>next up.... is lesson number three.. yeah.. btw, wei xiao pasta is nice. xing ping guo le yuan is nice too. some taiwan dramas that i recently watch.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON 3   An American and a Japanese were sitting on the plane on the way to LA When   the American turned to the Japanese and asked, "What kind of -ese are you?"   The Japanese confused, replied, "Sorry but I don't understand what you   mean."   The American repeated, "What kind of -ese are you?"   Again, the Japanese was confused over he question.   The American, now irritated, then yelled, "What kind of -ese are you?   ... Are you a Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese!, etc......???"   The Japanese then replied, "Oh, I am a Japanese."   A while later the Japanese turned to the American and asked What kind Of   kee was he.   The American, frustrated, yelled, "What do you mean what kind of -kee am I?!"   The Japanese said, "Are you a Yankee, donkee, or monkee?"   MORAL OF THE STORY: NEVER INSULT ANYONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-116372979843851003?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/116372979843851003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=116372979843851003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/116372979843851003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/116372979843851003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2006/11/cup-of-tips-to-start-up-day-lesson-3.html' title='A CUP OF TIPS TO START UP THE DAY  lesson 3'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-116357300243675652</id><published>2006-11-14T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:43:22.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A CUP OF TIPS TO START UP THE DAY  lesson 2</title><content type='html'>YO! another lesson as another cup of tip to start the day. heehee. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of a shredder with a piece of paper in his hand,   "Listen," said the CEO, "this is a very sensitive and important document,   and my secretary has left.. Can you make this thing work?"   "Certainly," said the young executive.   He turned the machine on, inserted the paper, and pressed the start button.   "Excellent, excellent!" said the CEO as his paper disappeared inside the   shredder machine.  "I just need one copy."  MORAL OF STORY:  NEVER, NEVER ASSUME THAT YOUR BOSS KNOWS EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. how can a boss not know the stuff he bought for the company? weirdo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-116357300243675652?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/116357300243675652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=116357300243675652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/116357300243675652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/116357300243675652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2006/11/cup-of-tips-to-start-up-day-lesson-2.html' title='A CUP OF TIPS TO START UP THE DAY  lesson 2'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-116279545702876267</id><published>2006-11-05T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:40:29.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A CUP OF TIPS TO START UP THE DAY --lesson 1</title><content type='html'>yo.. long time never post anything liao... of course, i , being not allowed to use the com would do it SNEAKILY.. haha.. sort of.. hehe.. anyway, got a new lesson to see.. read about it then.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON 1 A junior manager, a senior manager and their boss are on their way to a meeting. On their way through a park, they come across a wonder lamp. They rub the lamp and a ghost appears. The ghost says, "Normally, one is granted three wishes but as you are three, I will allow one wish each." So the eager senior manager shouted, "I want the first wish. I want to be in the Bahamas, on a fast boat and have no worries." *Pfufffff* and he was gone. Now the junior manager could not keep quiet and shouted "I want to be in Florida with beautiful girls, plenty of food and cocktails." *Pfufffff* and he was also gone. The boss calmly said, "I want these two idiots back in the office after lunch at 12.35pm." MORAL OF THE STORY IS: ALWAYS ALLOW THE BOSS TO SPEAK FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice right? lols. haha.. post another one maybe later or another day then. byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-116279545702876267?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/116279545702876267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=116279545702876267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/116279545702876267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/116279545702876267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2006/11/cup-of-tips-to-start-up-day-lesson-1.html' title='A CUP OF TIPS TO START UP THE DAY --lesson 1'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-115641001631699523</id><published>2006-08-24T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:00:16.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ello. i knew i haven been bloggging for abt 20 days. haha.  and i noe that i am being very lazy by doing so. i wouldn't be bloggging if i can maple. signs. my modem today weird weird. cannot access maple. then when i log on, it keeps lagging. so silly right? signs i think my characters in maple very noob. haha. noobs are so much easier to train. eating junk food now. i can tell that i am becoming fatter and plumper everyday. haha. shall go check my mail now. it has also been days since i last checked my mail. got so many mails. haha. everything that i dun do seems to relate to maple. haha. shall sign off now. byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-115641001631699523?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/115641001631699523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=115641001631699523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/115641001631699523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/115641001631699523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2006/08/ello.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-115470026265157386</id><published>2006-08-04T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T07:04:22.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...</title><content type='html'>yellow. yellow. yellow. my new way of saying hello! haha. anyway, i haven been blogging for the past few days. hehe. got so many common tests coming up.. jus done my chi test today.. nid to infer so much from the mcq compre.. signs. i rather do the open ended one.. anyways, here's the last lesson of how we treat ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts... Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare &amp; serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away". Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Email circulation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute right? such an innocent little boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-115470026265157386?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/115470026265157386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=115470026265157386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/115470026265157386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/115470026265157386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2006/08/5-fifth-important-lesson-giving-when.html' title='5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-115434578365817379</id><published>2006-07-31T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:36:23.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.</title><content type='html'>hail. hail. hail. we shall have another lesson again. i think i haven been blogging for quite some time.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path. In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a notefrom the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand! Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: SGforum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a rare person. bet we would be those merchants and courtiers. dun you think so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-115434578365817379?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/115434578365817379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=115434578365817379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/115434578365817379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/115434578365817379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2006/07/4-fourth-important-lesson-obstacle-in.html' title='4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-115398306989077086</id><published>2006-07-26T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:51:09.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those</title><content type='html'>hello. hello. hello. another lesson to learn today. hehe. i think these lessons are good for us. learn how to treat others. yeah. happy reading.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve. In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him."How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient."Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies.. You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: SG forum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad right? you better agree, otherwise i murder you. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-115398306989077086?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/115398306989077086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=115398306989077086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/115398306989077086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/115398306989077086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2006/07/3-third-important-lesson-always.html' title='3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-115381160370491422</id><published>2006-07-25T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:13:23.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain</title><content type='html'>again, again, and again. the second lesson of how we treat people.. let's read..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the RainOne night, at11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance, and put her into a taxi cab.She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. Aspecial note was attached..It read:"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highwaythe other night. The rain drenched not only myclothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others. "Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: SGforum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice right? i think it's cool. hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-115381160370491422?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/115381160370491422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=115381160370491422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/115381160370491422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/115381160370491422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2006/07/2-second-important-lesson-pickup-in.html' title='2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-115375715455727184</id><published>2006-07-24T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T09:05:54.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five (5) lessons to make you think about the way we treat people.</title><content type='html'>well, well, well. i shall post the 1st lesson. i got these passages from a forum. i think it is quite cool thou. you should have a go at the passages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.During my second month of college, our professorgave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious studentand had breezed through the questions until I readthe last one:"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen thecleaning woman several times. She was tall,dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?I handed in my paper, leaving the last questionblank. Just before class ended, one student asked ifthe last question would count toward our quiz grade."Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers,you will meet many people. All are significant. Theydeserve your attention and care, even if all you dois smile and say "hello."I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned hername was Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: SG forums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it is really nice and funny. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-115375715455727184?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/115375715455727184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=115375715455727184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/115375715455727184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/115375715455727184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2006/07/five-5-lessons-to-make-you-think-about.html' title='Five (5) lessons to make you think about the way we treat people.'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-115331165169394098</id><published>2006-07-19T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T05:20:51.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i have not beeen blogging for a VERY VERY LONG TIME. hahas. i nid to do my eng compo stuff research.. signs. i wanna play MAPLE.. so long already... i scared i become addicted to maple also.. oh man. this is so ree-dee-cue-lar-sss.. hehe. i am too lazy to write blogs. and man.. it is a like of hmk for me if i really wanna do it. nuts. i am having a VERY BAD sore throat.. argh! how to sing tomorrow? i wonder how.. bored. bored. bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-115331165169394098?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/115331165169394098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=115331165169394098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/115331165169394098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/115331165169394098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-not-beeen-blogging-for-very.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-113256842317409909</id><published>2005-11-21T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T02:20:23.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bored bored bored! my internet is having problems that i dun want! wad crap is this man man. every SINGLE thing is loading so very SLOW! i can't do much with this slow speed!!!! *hmph* i noe i haven been blogging for quite some time... went to my cousin's hse yesterday... and left the photo album[the malaysia one] there. cuz we wanted to go shopping. so very nuts. alot of stuff actually happened during the first part of my holidays. somewad when i am left alone at home, i actually feel sad parting with SOME of my friends[u noe who u r] i noe we will still be in the same school. but.. but... the feeling is just there. i dunno how to say but.. yeah... i guess music has a part to play in this feeling... recently, i have been listening to "sad" songs... and they really happen to make me feel.. this morning i went to school and accidentally did sth to ethel's[sim] new bottle. i apologise to you again man.. hope you dun get too angry.. i dun really look forward to the new year... i seriously dun mind the year not moving. cuz i guess i seem to miss them.. i will try my best to link everybody's most recent url. i am too lazy to do it..so bear with me for a few hours and days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-113256842317409909?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/113256842317409909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=113256842317409909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/113256842317409909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/113256842317409909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2005/11/bored-bored-bored-my-internet-is.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-112955253825857365</id><published>2005-10-17T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T05:35:38.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lovely Ice Princess</title><content type='html'>Heyhey! haha. Miche here! Or u can call me Jesse McCartney's Self Proclaimed Biggest Fan in Asia! Or replace Jmac with DS. =) Both are good nonetheless! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all i shall say is that JMac rocks, Dream Street rocks harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miche'&lt;br /&gt;your icy princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun want my love to go to waste&lt;br /&gt;i want JESSE McCARTNEY and his beautiful soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-112955253825857365?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/112955253825857365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=112955253825857365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/112955253825857365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/112955253825857365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2005/10/lovely-ice-princess.html' title='The lovely Ice Princess'/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-112402190253224208</id><published>2005-08-14T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T05:19:39.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day...:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8896533.post-112402128489741227</id><published>2005-08-14T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T05:10:55.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;heyys. i am very bored. just tagged since my parents went out. saw ethel's latest post and was quite cute. and funny. have so much test next week. ms tan never even say whether got geog test anot. but the test schedule say got... i am gonna die. my marks are seriously de-proving. i have to sleep. i am dying...*sobbs* life is so unfair... i dunno wad is gonna happen to me next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-112402128489741227?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/112402128489741227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=112402128489741227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/112402128489741227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/112402128489741227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2005/08/heyys.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-111623474480802289</id><published>2005-05-16T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T02:12:24.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hullos. i am back again!!! i carn believed it.. i had not been bloggin for more then a month1!! i can break my own 'gladys' record!!! whoa!!! oh noe... i carn believe we changed our clique name... haha. i got the cutie hand sings pen! i wanna get more of those. those teachers that saw that the middle finger hand sign all exclaimed! omg.. i simply carn believe why they must make such a huge fuss abt it.. haha. i kinda lurve the life i am living now... i beta tok less. my dad is online.. my dad saes he wanna get the broadband that is unlimited. yeh! and he cld be gettin a refurbished labtop for me to use. so many gud things are comin my way!!! he saes he is gonna get another toothbrush that doesn't need any to apply any toothpaste! omg! i think that is so super cool! of course it is cuz the toothbrush brisk is made from the volcano ashes. haha. i think i am gonna lyk it alot..*i hope* anyway he is gonna get a sample from his fwen. i noe alot of ppl dun lyk *ahem*... but though they dun show their true colours, the *ahem* still dunnoe... she still thinks that she is actually quite pop.. poor gurl..unfortunately...i dun pity her.. but instead, i pity myself... cuz i am in the same art grp as her, same music grp as, same geog grp summore.. this is so damn fustrating!!! hate it lorrhs.. anyway it is impossible for me to go on a SUICIDAL RUN lyk *certain ppl.. i guess i better go now.. kaez.. buaiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-111623474480802289?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/111623474480802289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=111623474480802289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/111623474480802289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/111623474480802289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2005/05/hullos.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-111270331140605757</id><published>2005-04-05T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T05:15:11.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally!!! i changed my blogskins!!! so happie! too bad..got the same song as claire/ruth's blog.. but nvm...wad r sisters fer? haha guess beta end here..nth to sae..buaiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8896533-111270331140605757?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/111270331140605757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=111270331140605757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/111270331140605757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/111270331140605757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/2005/04/finally-i-changed-my-blogskins-so.html' title=''/><author><name>gladys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09400596480148993860</uri><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-8896533.post-111261272377162263</id><published>2005-04-04T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T04:05:23.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae's lunut's burfdae!!! hooo! she FINALLY turned 14... haha... but tt is so unfair! in nafa, she can ve a slower timin yet is still an A!!! this is juz not fair! but hu cares? as long as i get Gold, i happy liao... not lyk SUM PPL...wan to show off... aniwae... juz got back fr choir... todae's choir was ok... onli ms ang cum... hooo!! then ms tan told mrs tng to let all choir gals 1st... that was quite gud.. cuz i didn't ve to wait 4 anithing n is lyk cuttin queue... hahaz...seems pretty bad... stef. is super crazy abt jesse mccartney... his songs ARE nice BUT his looks r not as gud as the songs he sang... then ruth is damn crazy abt this singer named skye or sth... 4 me...mebbie the TWINS!!!! i wan their album!!! their songs ARE MELODIOUS! so sad my dad went to KL AGAIN n he didn't allow me 2 burn the DVD of BoA... :( he sae he may consider abt buyin labtop 4 me...yesh! i tot a normal com. wld be alrite but he sae dunnoe where to put so ya.. it's labtop... hope to maintain HAPPIE 4eva!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8896533.post-111251489331453528</id><published>2005-04-03T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T03:42:38.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;hahaz... here i am!!! ppl have been sayin that i nvr blog... is juz tt i blog monthly!!! hiaz... syf is tis friday.. juz hope we get a glod but as u c... too much pressure actually dun help u noe... we shld actually relax!!! but hu cares? sports day was ok... i hated cheerin.. spoils my voice... aniwae we got 2nd is quite gud liao... juz tt sum other ppl are NOT satisfied! ethel n mich change their blogskins... but i dunnoe how to!!! so sad... ethel's bdae 2molo... happie burfdae!!! got syf n IT competition... ms shamini oso not workin in our scu animore...:( wish her n everything all the best... all the best for your future endeavours...(for MY readers) hahaz...shall stop here...buaiz...&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/8896533-111251489331453528?l=gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gladys-loves-umbrella.blogspot.com/feeds/111251489331453528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8896533&amp;postID=111251489331453528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/111251489331453528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8896533/posts/default/111251489331453528'/><link 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