<?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-7096384947637600381</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:22:10.905+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Life and Death'/><category term='Leisure'/><category term='People'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Tags...'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Past and Future'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Random thoughts'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Interesting findings'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Festives'/><category term='Adam and Eve'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Emo moments...'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Humour'/><category term='Self motivation...'/><category term='emo moments'/><title type='text'>Lil' packages of life ^^</title><subtitle type='html'>A mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth... The ocean is made up of tiny drops of water... Even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches, and thoughts... And the consequences whether good or bad of even the least of them are far-reaching... So, as we become curators of our own contentment on the Simple Abundance path... we learn to savor the small with a grateful heart.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-5984377507279971813</id><published>2011-06-10T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:15:56.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Wound That Never Got Healed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; " &gt;I still think of you day in and day out... I still wake up at night with a cold sweat on my skin from a dream about you... I still get lost in my thoughts of you.. I still look around when someone calls your name... I still feel the tears in my eyes when mail comes for you... I still turn down all the lights at night and cry for you.. Only for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; " &gt;If only I could hear your voice one more time... Guiding me through... My shining light.. Maybe that would stop my tears... Maybe if I could just see your face.. My heart would stop its grieving.. Maybe if I could just let you know I love you..one more time... That would keep my mind at ease.. Maybe if.. I had told you one more time how much you mean to me.. How much I look up to you.. How scared I am going to be without you... You would haven't had left... maybe if...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; " &gt;So you're gone and I know you had me promise I wouldn't cry, and I'm sorry... I know you're never coming back and I may never see you again, and well, it hurts... It hurts beyond imagination... And I thought I could handle it, but I can't. I want to reach out and touch you -- kiss you -- but you're not there... I would have given anything to tell you, 'I love you' one last time... But it wouldn't have changed anything... I despise fate.&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/7096384947637600381-5984377507279971813?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5984377507279971813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=5984377507279971813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5984377507279971813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5984377507279971813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2011/06/9-years.html' title='The Wound That Never Got Healed'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-7613804550880973761</id><published>2011-05-29T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:49:09.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Self Reflect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;It was as if the face in the mirror belonged to a stranger, while the person who ought to appear remained in hiding.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes it seems like we’re all living in some kind of prison. And the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It’s good to get really dressed up once in a while and admit the truth: that when you really look closely, people are so strange and so complicated that they’re actually…beautiful. Possibly even me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;But then I thought maybe it’s not that I’m more beautiful today. Maybe I was just as beautiful yesterday, only I lacked the self-esteem to recognize it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-7613804550880973761?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7613804550880973761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=7613804550880973761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7613804550880973761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7613804550880973761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2011/05/self-reflect.html' title='Self Reflect'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-2477496809584354692</id><published>2010-05-20T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:56:36.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Battle of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 20px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;A wise man once said – 'You can have anything in life if you're willing to sacrifice everything else for it.' What he meant is nothing comes without a price... So before you go into battle, you better decide how much you're willing to lose... Too often going after what feels good means letting go of what you know is right... And letting someone in means abandoning the walls you've spent a lifetime building... Of course the toughest sacrifices are the ones we don't see coming... When we don't have time to come up with a strategy to pick sides….or to measure the potential loss... When that happens, when the battle chooses us, and not the other way around, that's when the sacrifice can turn out to be more than we can bear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-2477496809584354692?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2477496809584354692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=2477496809584354692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2477496809584354692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2477496809584354692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/05/battle-of-life.html' title='The Battle of Life'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-3745289154979732225</id><published>2010-04-13T01:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T01:30:52.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo moments...'/><title type='text'>Depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;There is a voice, that has no name... It comes with evening or behind the rain... I have no time now, to stop and explain, I just keep movin, cause it helps to ease the pain... The night has music that calls to me, across the canyons of an endless sea... I seek the shadows, of yesterday... Today can't hold me, so I must be on my way... Speak to me softly but tell me no lies... I see tomorrow shining in your eyes... I have no time now to stop and explain, I just keep movin cause it helps to ease the pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-3745289154979732225?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3745289154979732225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=3745289154979732225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3745289154979732225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3745289154979732225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/depressed.html' title='Depressed'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-1276940348612445233</id><published>2010-04-08T12:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:46:08.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Am I Truly Ready To Let That Dream Go Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;When we embrace what lies within, our potential knows no limit... The  future is filled with promise.... The present, rife with expectation... But  when we deny our instinct, and struggle against our deepest urges...  Uncertainty begins... Where does this path lead? When will the changes  end? Is this transformation a gift... or a curse? And for those that  fear what lies ahead... The most important question of all... Can we  ever change what we really are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The rest of your life is a long time and whether you know it or not it's  being shaped right now... You can choose to blame your circumstances on  fate or bad luck or bad choices or you can fight back... Things aren't  always going to be fair in the real world, that's just the way it is but  for the most part you get what you give... Someone once asked me this - What's worse not getting everything you wished for or getting it but  finding out it's not enough? The rest of your life is being shaped right  now with the dreams you chase, the choices you make and the person you  decide to be... The rest of your life is a long time and the rest of your  life starts right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's said that the saddest thing a man will ever face is what might have  been... but what if the man who's faced with what was... or what may  never be... or what can no longer be... choosing the right path is never  easy, it's a decision we make with only our hearts to guide us... but  sometimes we find our way to something better... sometimes we fight  through the regret and remorse of our mistakes, our malice and our  jealousy, and the shame we feel for not being the people we were meant  to be... and that's when we find our way to something better... or when  something better finds its way to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-1276940348612445233?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1276940348612445233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=1276940348612445233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/1276940348612445233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/1276940348612445233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/am-i-truly-ready-to-let-that-dream-go.html' title='Am I Truly Ready To Let That Dream Go Now?'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-7453624238721324172</id><published>2010-04-05T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T11:55:09.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Defying Gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something has changed within me &lt;/div&gt;Something is not the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with playing by the rules&lt;br /&gt;Of someone else's game&lt;br /&gt;Too late for second-guessing&lt;br /&gt;Too late to go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;It's time to trust my instincts&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes: and leap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to try&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I am defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;And you wont bring me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through accepting limits&lt;br /&gt;''cause someone says they're so&lt;br /&gt;Some things I cannot change&lt;br /&gt;But till I try, I'll never know!&lt;br /&gt;Too long I've been afraid of&lt;br /&gt;Losing love I guess I've lost&lt;br /&gt;Well, if that's love&lt;br /&gt;It comes at much too high a cost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd sooner buy&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I'm defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;And you wont bring me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd sooner buy&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I'm defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll try&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;And you won't bring me down!&lt;br /&gt;bring me down!&lt;br /&gt;ohh ohhh ohhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-7453624238721324172?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7453624238721324172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=7453624238721324172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7453624238721324172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7453624238721324172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/defying-gravity.html' title='Defying Gravity'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-2469492922301379822</id><published>2010-04-02T09:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:32:40.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo moments...'/><title type='text'>Goodbyes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;And so it comes just as it is, a day no longer here... And through my trembling fingertips, the memories of the year... I try not to wave farewell to all our dreams, I will forget you never, I wonder if the crazy times will stay with you forever... But as I cry in pain of losing you, my dear and such great friend, I will not close the book and say farewell, this is the end... For good-byes create swift hellos and days from now you'll see, that though it hurts to say good-bye, your friend will always be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-2469492922301379822?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2469492922301379822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=2469492922301379822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2469492922301379822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2469492922301379822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes?'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-3489546935522879164</id><published>2010-03-31T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:09:28.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Does this ring a bell? LOL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7LYyxO2AgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3H148WObAnU/s1600/5674_540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7LYyxO2AgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3H148WObAnU/s400/5674_540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454660465419747842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-3489546935522879164?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3489546935522879164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=3489546935522879164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3489546935522879164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3489546935522879164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/does-this-ring-bell-lol.html' title='Does this ring a bell? LOL...'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7LYyxO2AgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3H148WObAnU/s72-c/5674_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-597505531352470131</id><published>2010-03-19T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:28:55.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>True Colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;You with the sad eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Don't be discouraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Oh I realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; It's hard to take courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; In a world full of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; You can lose sight of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; And darkness still inside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Make you feel so small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; But I see your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Shinin' through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; I see your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; And that's why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; True colors are beautiful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Like a rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Show me a smile then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Don't be unhappy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Can't remember when I last saw you laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; If this world makes you crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; And you've taken all you can bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; You call me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Because you know I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; And I see your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; I see your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; And that's why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Your true colors, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; True colors, are beautiful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Like a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Ah ah ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;If this world makes you crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; You've taken all you can bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; You call me up (call me up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Because you know I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; And I'll see your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Shining through ( I see them shining through)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; I see your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; And that's why I love you (that's why I love you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; So don't be afraid (afraid) to let them show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Your true colors, true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; I see your true colors are shining through (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; I see your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; And that's why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; So don't be afraid (afraid) to let them show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; True colors, true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Are beautiful, Like a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-597505531352470131?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/597505531352470131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=597505531352470131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/597505531352470131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/597505531352470131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/true-colours.html' title='True Colours'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-451877251565296251</id><published>2010-03-16T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:59:26.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16pt; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;When we first talked to each other&lt;br /&gt;I knew we would always be friends.&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship has kept on growing&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here for you to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;You listen when I have a problem&lt;br /&gt;And help dry the tears from my face.&lt;br /&gt;You take away my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And put happiness in its place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;We can't forget the fun we've had&lt;br /&gt;Laughing 'til our faces turn blue.&lt;br /&gt;Talking of things only we find funny&lt;br /&gt;People think we're insane-If they only knew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I guess this is my way of saying thanks&lt;br /&gt;For catching me when I fall.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks once again for being such a good friend&lt;br /&gt;And being here with me through it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-451877251565296251?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/451877251565296251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=451877251565296251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/451877251565296251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/451877251565296251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-6548960803906552764</id><published>2010-03-11T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:21:25.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo moments...'/><title type='text'>A.L.O.N.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: auto; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: auto; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: large; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;Do you ever get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody? You don't want to smile and you don't want to fake being happy... But at the same time you don't know exactly what's wrong either... There isn't a way to explain it to someone who doesn't already understand... If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone... People have stopped being comforting and being along never was... At least when you're alone no one will constantly ask you what is wrong and there isn't anyone who won't take 'I don't know' for an answer... You feel the way you do just because... You hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-6548960803906552764?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6548960803906552764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=6548960803906552764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6548960803906552764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6548960803906552764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/alone.html' title='A.L.O.N.E'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-1286044068683420713</id><published>2010-03-10T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:51:27.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo moments...'/><title type='text'>Life is all about ASS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I was little I had this idea that life could be perfect... That if you were careful enough, you'd never make a mistake, never be lonely, never be misunderstood, never be frightened, but it doesn't work that way... Life is big and messy, and you just have to climb in it with your boots on and hope for the best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's hard to accept, but you can't change the past... You can't go back and manipulate things to the way you wanted them to happen... Because life would then be meaningless and boring and just not worth living... But you can change the future and that's a beautiful thing about life... Yes, you will make mistakes... And yes, you will have bad days - but as long as you let the past go, you'll have such a gorgeous and bright future ahead of you. Knowing that things were meant to happen... Knowing that each day you will learn something so that you keep growing to be a better person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;By living each day to its absolute fullest you not only sleep better at night but you are one step closer to your dreams... Take chances. tell the truth. date someone totally wrong for you. say no. spend all your cash. fall in love. get to know someone random. be random. say i love you. sing out loud. laugh at a stupid joke. cry. get revenge. apologize. tell someone how much they mean to you. tell a jerk what you feel. let someone know what they're missing. stalk someone. blackmail. laugh til your stomach hurts. live life... There is not a shred of evidence to support the theory that life is meant to be serious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;In short, life is all about ass; you're either covering it, laughing it off, kicking it, kissing it, busting it, or behaving like 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-1286044068683420713?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1286044068683420713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=1286044068683420713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/1286044068683420713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/1286044068683420713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-all-about-ass.html' title='Life is all about ASS...'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-5541682935908265194</id><published>2010-03-09T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:25:06.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Goodbye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 20px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Nothing is forever, and the time comes when we must say goodbye to the world we know. Goodbye to everything we had taken for granted. Goodbye to those we thought would never abandon us. And when these changes finally do occur, when the familiar has departed and the unfamiliar has taken its place, all any of us can really do is to say hello and welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-5541682935908265194?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5541682935908265194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=5541682935908265194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5541682935908265194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5541682935908265194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye?'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-8863442658072724100</id><published>2010-03-04T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:45:56.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Lesson Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;I guess what I learned from all that is that real friends, the truest of friends, are really those who know all about me and like me anyway... They are the people who no matter how long it has been since I have talked to them or seen them, I can call them no matter the time of day, and just pick up where we left off... Like no time has ever passed since our last conversation... People like that are the ones that you feel comfortable with, otherwise you wouldn't be able to do it... They're the people who are really there, no matter what... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-8863442658072724100?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8863442658072724100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=8863442658072724100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/8863442658072724100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/8863442658072724100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/lesson-of-day.html' title='Lesson Of The Day'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-288816076190934384</id><published>2010-03-02T23:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T00:30:19.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leisure'/><title type='text'>B.A.K.I.N.G</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S40u_wAxPSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/11Qyn5xKzqs/s1600-h/P2070177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S40u_wAxPSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/11Qyn5xKzqs/s320/P2070177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444059197315562786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Nyonya pineapple tarts... ( Tastes as good as it looks,LOL )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S40u_OL5mtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vDPdFIDR0Rk/s1600-h/PB070008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S40u_OL5mtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vDPdFIDR0Rk/s320/PB070008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444059188235442898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Chocolate cupcakes... ( The most sinful cupcakes ever!! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S40u-8agtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ejLAVjOpcbE/s1600-h/PC200212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S40u-8agtbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ejLAVjOpcbE/s320/PC200212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444059183464887730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Xmas cookies!!! ( I painstakingly cut them out one by one =S )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S40u-YgeKDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dWlaXfXAZbs/s1600-h/P2070179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S40u-YgeKDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dWlaXfXAZbs/s320/P2070179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444059173826209842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;New kid on the block - blueberry muffins... Light and nice =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S40u9mrV-FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/69l3Of6fQG4/s1600-h/DSC01843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S40u9mrV-FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/69l3Of6fQG4/s320/DSC01843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444059160450037842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Rolled pinapple tarts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S40txhEPgLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/41puZS28nXM/s1600-h/DSC01316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S40txhEPgLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/41puZS28nXM/s320/DSC01316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444057853273800882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; Banana cupcakes ( This is what I do when I have excess bananas at home,LOL )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;These are all contributing factors to my expanding waistline... Now, can anybody help me out with this dillema? =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-288816076190934384?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/288816076190934384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=288816076190934384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/288816076190934384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/288816076190934384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/03/baking.html' title='B.A.K.I.N.G'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S40u_wAxPSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/11Qyn5xKzqs/s72-c/P2070177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-2414367038443894184</id><published>2010-02-24T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:14:40.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo moments'/><title type='text'>EXPECTATIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 20px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Expectations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 20px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Sometimes they bring us moments we don't anticipate... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 20px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;The ones that make you think and stop and take inventory... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 20px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;And give you a better understanding of where you're at and where you're headed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 20px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;And ultimately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 20px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 20px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 20px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 20px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Create new expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-2414367038443894184?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2414367038443894184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=2414367038443894184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2414367038443894184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2414367038443894184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/expectations.html' title='EXPECTATIONS'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-6228113398966240153</id><published>2010-02-23T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:24:18.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>To love or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;To love is to suffer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;To avoid suffering one must not love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;But then one suffers from not loving... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;To suffer is to suffer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;To be happy is to love... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;To be happy then is to suffer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;But suffering makes one unhappy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;~Woody Allen~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-6228113398966240153?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6228113398966240153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=6228113398966240153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6228113398966240153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6228113398966240153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-love-or-not.html' title='To love or not?'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-3524737056638799137</id><published>2010-02-18T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T12:50:31.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>To Be Young Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I want to be a kid again. I want to go back to the time when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Decisions were made by going "lat tali lat tali tam pom."&lt;br /&gt;- Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do over!"&lt;br /&gt;- "Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest...&lt;br /&gt;- Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "Monopoly."&lt;br /&gt;- Catching the dragonflies could happily occupy an entire evening...&lt;br /&gt;- It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends...&lt;br /&gt;- Being old, referred to anyone over 20...&lt;br /&gt;- It was magic when dad would "remove" his thumb...&lt;br /&gt;- Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better...&lt;br /&gt;- It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" rides at the amusement park..&lt;br /&gt;- Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles...&lt;br /&gt;- The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team...&lt;br /&gt;- War was a card game...&lt;br /&gt;- Water balloons were the ultimate weapon...&lt;br /&gt;- Ice cream was considered a basic food group...&lt;br /&gt;- Ang pows are received without the persistant nagging of when's your turn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If you can remember most or all of these, then you have really LIVED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-3524737056638799137?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3524737056638799137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=3524737056638799137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3524737056638799137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3524737056638799137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-be-young-again.html' title='To Be Young Again'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-4692170809172122233</id><published>2010-01-30T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:19:10.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friends are like television... Some are like PBS and always asking for money, others are like the news with sad tales to tell every day, some are like that one station with the foreign language, you don't understand a word of it but you watch and listen anyway; and then there are the ones like commercials: always changing, ever so annoying and only seem to be there when you're bored, but every once in a while you meet someone who's like a really good movie of the week or a tv show you hardly ever get to see anymore because you're so busy... My point is: hold on to the friends that you care about and since we don't have a remote control to mute someone or just change the channel, pick your friends carefully...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-4692170809172122233?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4692170809172122233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=4692170809172122233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/4692170809172122233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/4692170809172122233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-180034875043509517</id><published>2010-01-19T19:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:38:32.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self motivation...'/><title type='text'>F.O.C.U.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;From the backstabbing co-worker to the meddling stalker, you are in charge of how you react to the people and events in your life... You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead... Take control and choose to focus what is important in you life... Those who cannot love fully often become destroyers of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;It takes courage to push yourself to places that you have never been before... To test your limits... To break through barriers... And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;In short, when you make a world tolerable to yourself... You make a world tolerable for others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-180034875043509517?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/180034875043509517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=180034875043509517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/180034875043509517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/180034875043509517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/focus.html' title='F.O.C.U.S'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-2758430971411750723</id><published>2009-12-30T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:42:46.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I shall not undermine my own's worth by comparing myself with others... It is because we are all different that each of us is special...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I shall not set my goals by what others deem important... Only I know what is good for me, myself and I...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I shall not take for granted the things closest to my heart... I shall cherish them as I would my life, for without them life is meaningless...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I shall not let life slip through my fingers by living in the past or for the future... By living life one day at a time, I shall live all the days of my life...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I shall not give up when I still have something to give... Nothing is over until the moment I stop...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I shall not be afraid to admit that I am less than perfect... It is this fragile thread that bonds us to each other...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I shall not be afraid to encounter risks... It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I shall not shut love out of my life by saying it is impossible to find... The quickest way to receive love is to give love... The best way to keep love is to give it wings... The fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I shall not race through life too fast... Life is a journey to be savoured each step of the way...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Have a great New Year everybody!! Cheers =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-2758430971411750723?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2758430971411750723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=2758430971411750723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2758430971411750723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2758430971411750723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions?'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-6894640867088986348</id><published>2009-12-23T06:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T06:30:07.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Am I just there yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I believe life is constantly testing us for our level of commitment, and life's greatest rewards are reserved for those who demonstrate a never-ending commitment to act until they achieve... This level of resolve can move mountains, but it must be constant and consistent... As simplistic as this may sound, it is still the common denominator separating those who live their dreams from those who live in regret...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-6894640867088986348?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6894640867088986348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=6894640867088986348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6894640867088986348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6894640867088986348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-i-just-there-yet.html' title='Am I just there yet?'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-3562060104715414607</id><published>2009-12-20T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:35:21.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past and Future'/><title type='text'>Lost and Found?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Have ... have any of you ... lost that one friend ... that person who you thought will ALWAYS be there... Who said they would always be there, but, then, they got tired of you, or fed up with you, or just stopped caring about you, and they just left? After promising you they would never leave they break that promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have other friends, people who are your best friends, but that person just meant something to you, something really special, and while those other best friends of yours are people who you would die for in a minute, and they are still there and you know they always will be, you just feel... empty because they take that specialness away because they just don't care anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They accuse their leaving of being your fault... They say it's because you stopped caring... Because you pushed them away farther than they could take... Because you just weren't good enough... Because you just didn't try hard enough... They say that if you cared, that if you didn't push them away, that if you were good enough, that if you tried harder, then they would still be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what I don't understand is why they can't understand that the only reason I push someone away was because I loved them so much, and that they meant so much to me, and that I got scared... I was frightened that they would take that love away... And I was right... They did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they understand? And I'm no stranger to learning the hard way and the day our friendship died it all became so clear that in life, we have to learn to keep the memories... And lose the people who helped us make them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-3562060104715414607?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3562060104715414607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=3562060104715414607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3562060104715414607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3562060104715414607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found?'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-1938796512966394222</id><published>2009-11-24T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:04:23.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo moments...'/><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;They always say, patience is a virtue...&lt;br /&gt;Do people ever question whether it is indeed one?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;What if tomorrow never comes?&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you want,&lt;br /&gt;but feels you can’t,&lt;br /&gt;until later?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;There are some things that definitely can’t wait...&lt;br /&gt;Like loving your loved ones, and letting them know...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Yet strangely, some things can’t be rushed...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Otherwise, it takes another turn and heads another way,&lt;br /&gt;such that it isn’t the same as it would have been in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;Then having it just before the last today,&lt;br /&gt;would not have meant so much,&lt;br /&gt;as half of what it would have been, if it wasn’t rushed...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Do the people who have left have regrets?&lt;br /&gt;Or do they leave in peace for the better world?&lt;br /&gt;Then only the ones left in this world have them….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-1938796512966394222?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1938796512966394222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=1938796512966394222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/1938796512966394222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/1938796512966394222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-2787451273686773306</id><published>2009-11-21T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:23:21.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Where does that leave me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Education has made me snobbish,&lt;br /&gt;The good things in life has made me unappreciative;&lt;br /&gt;The choices i have make me picky;&lt;br /&gt;And I am selective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The need to be liked has made me unnatural,&lt;br /&gt;The downfalls in life has made me afraid,&lt;br /&gt;The fear in me makes me less than courageous,&lt;br /&gt;And in my strive to achieve moderation,&lt;br /&gt;I swing from extreme to extreme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So, where does that leave me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-2787451273686773306?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2787451273686773306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=2787451273686773306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2787451273686773306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2787451273686773306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-does-that-leave-me.html' title='Where does that leave me?'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-1531383332703062085</id><published>2009-11-08T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:59:42.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Svbq2WKWruI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DvsdrqIbFBc/s1600-h/The+Fellowship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401763022460333794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Svbq2WKWruI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DvsdrqIbFBc/s400/The+Fellowship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Svbq16caUXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fWRprj1uemc/s1600-h/Memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401763015019876722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Svbq16caUXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fWRprj1uemc/s400/Memories.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Svbq1dtAOII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5kJccGNzM8s/s1600-h/Collages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401763007304841346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Svbq1dtAOII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5kJccGNzM8s/s400/Collages.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you, how many moments of other peoples lives have we been in, we're we a part of someone's life when their dreams came true, or were we there when their dreams died... Did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow destined to be there, or did the shot take us by surprise... Just think, you could be a big part of someone else's life, and not even know it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-1531383332703062085?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1531383332703062085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=1531383332703062085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/1531383332703062085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/1531383332703062085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/strangers.html' title='Strangers'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Svbq2WKWruI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DvsdrqIbFBc/s72-c/The+Fellowship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-5452060025378516566</id><published>2009-11-06T20:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:22:32.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400964436410612754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SvQUihTFvBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HttoFL3LKyg/s400/picasabackground.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I've finally realised why I keep missing home...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yeah, the title of PBSM (Pelajar Balik Setiap Minggu) president does come with a reason...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everytime I finally go back to my old hometown, I find it wasn't the old home I missed but my childhood...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And I'm glad that I had a wonderful childhood..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-5452060025378516566?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5452060025378516566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=5452060025378516566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5452060025378516566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5452060025378516566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/childhood.html' title='Childhood'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SvQUihTFvBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HttoFL3LKyg/s72-c/picasabackground.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-152647923308249208</id><published>2009-11-03T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:04:12.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self motivation...'/><title type='text'>Make a wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3594/3460872295_351fd8ebc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3594/3460872295_351fd8ebc4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Make a wish and place it in your heart... Anything you want, everything you want... Do you have it? Good... Now believe it can come true... You never know where the next miracle is gonna come from, the next smile, the next wish come true... But if you believe that it's right around the corner, and you open your heart and mind to the possibility of it, to the certainty of it... You just might get the thing you're wishing for... The world is full of magic... You just have to believe in it... So make your wish... Do you have it? Good... Now believe in it... With all your heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-152647923308249208?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/152647923308249208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=152647923308249208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/152647923308249208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/152647923308249208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-wish.html' title='Make a wish'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3594/3460872295_351fd8ebc4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-1349212581864749208</id><published>2009-10-27T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:19:17.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Just sing with all your heart =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Looking back on what I said all those years ago, all the hopes and dreams I had, I've come to the conclusion that if having things turn out the way you wanted them to is a measure of a successful life, then some would say I'm a failure... The important thing is not to be bitter over life's disappointments... Learn to let go of the past, and recognize that every day won't be sunny... And when you find yourself lost in the darkness of despair remember, it's only in the black of night that you see the stars, and those stars lead you back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;It is said that the saddest thing a man will ever face is what might have been... But what if the man who's faced with what was... or what may never be... or what can no longer be... Choosing the right path is never easy, it's a decision we make with only our hearts to guide us... But sometimes we find our way to something better... Sometimes we fight through the regret and remorse of our mistakes, our malice and our jealousy, and the shame we feel for not being the people we were meant to be... And that's when we find our way to something better... or when something better finds its way to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Every song has a CODA, a final movement... Whether it fades out or crashes away... Every song ends... Is that any reason not to enjoy the music? The truth is, there is nothing to be afraid of... It's just life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-1349212581864749208?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1349212581864749208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=1349212581864749208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/1349212581864749208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/1349212581864749208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-sing-with-all-your-heart.html' title='Just sing with all your heart =)'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-5047642595744995240</id><published>2009-10-24T14:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:48:00.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>SMILE =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKdoWdxHSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mXnr-csSu8M/s1600-h/Chi+mui...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKdoWdxHSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mXnr-csSu8M/s200/Chi+mui...jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396048620094037282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKi7AOysDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zmgaj3vlDUc/s1600-h/DSC06000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKi7AOysDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zmgaj3vlDUc/s200/DSC06000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396054438101299250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKi6wSb0wI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fY5iLbbfjIo/s1600-h/DSC06042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKi6wSb0wI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fY5iLbbfjIo/s200/DSC06042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396054433821610754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKie5qLDPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/maBKcPCxOVc/s1600-h/200901281554_290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKie5qLDPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/maBKcPCxOVc/s200/200901281554_290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396053955300756722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKdoL-hszI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JYlqkxSOSnQ/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKdoL-hszI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JYlqkxSOSnQ/s200/DSC00334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396048617278649138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKdny1lgcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lHE0f8Q3oNE/s1600-h/P6130188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKdny1lgcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lHE0f8Q3oNE/s200/P6130188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396048610530263490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKdmshuYEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNMOoDNVm3c/s1600-h/P4100862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKdmshuYEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNMOoDNVm3c/s200/P4100862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396048591656476738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKdnKncgtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BCSNvk8InYY/s1600-h/P8290196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKdnKncgtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BCSNvk8InYY/s200/P8290196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396048599733535442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;You're better then the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; I'm lucky just to linger in your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Cooler then the flip side of my pillow, that's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Completely unaware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Nothing can compare to where you send me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Lets me know that it's ok, yeah it's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; And the moments where my good times start to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; You make me smile like the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Fall out of bed, sing like bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Dizzy in my head, spin like a record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; You make me dance like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Forget how to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Ohh, you make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Even when you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Somehow you come along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Just like a flower poking the sidewalk crack and just like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; You steal away the rain and just like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; You make me smile like the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Fall out of bed, sing like bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Dizzy in my head, spin like a record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; You make me dance like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Forget how to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Ohh, you make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Don't know how I lived without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Cuz everytime that I get around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; I see the best of me inside your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; You make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; You make me dance like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Forget how to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; You make me smile like the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Fall out of bed, sing like bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Dizzy in my head, spin like a record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; You make me dance like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Forget how to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Ohh, you make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;rm_songtitle = 'Smile'; rm_artist = 'Uncle Kracker'; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www2.ringtonematcher.com/jsstatic/songlyrics.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-5047642595744995240?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5047642595744995240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=5047642595744995240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5047642595744995240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5047642595744995240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/smile.html' title='SMILE =)'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SuKdoWdxHSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mXnr-csSu8M/s72-c/Chi+mui...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-2698102323724611051</id><published>2009-10-15T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:21:57.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>What Feeds You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The door closes on another semester and soon another year... Time to go inside... Listen... What is calling you at this time in your life? What are you hungry for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Do you long for a simpler life with deeper connections, more meaningful work to express your values or, a loving relationship? Whatever you seek outside of yourself, first, find it within yourself... If you want deeper connections, connect deeply with yourself... If you desire more meaningful work clarify what your values are... If you want a loving relationship then show yourself how you want to be loved... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When you "feed" yourself, and only you know what will nourish you, you will no longer need to look outside of yourself for things to fill you up... You will never, ever go hungry again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Imagine life is a banquet that you have been invited to... All of the "food" has been prepared especially for you. It's up to you to decide what you want and need... This means that you will have to choose and say "No" to some things to make room for the things you want to say "Yes" to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When we partake of "food" that nourishes our souls we become whole... We can afford to be in the world and be ourselves... When we are "full" we naturally want to find ways to "feed" others... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There is a banquet prepared just for you... I wish you a big plate piled high with all that is nourishing to you... And, after you have been completely "fed", a soft pillow for your head and sweet, sweet dreams =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-2698102323724611051?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2698102323724611051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=2698102323724611051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2698102323724611051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2698102323724611051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-feeds-you.html' title='What Feeds You?'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-7274348056810084273</id><published>2009-09-03T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:19:28.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Are you willing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rlv.zcache.com/how_much_are_you_willing_to_sacrifice_tshirt-p235230863459181537ocf4_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/how_much_are_you_willing_to_sacrifice_tshirt-p235230863459181537ocf4_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Are you willing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· to stoop down and consider the needs and desires of little children;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· to remember the weakness and loneliness of people growing old;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· to stop asking how much your friends love you, and ask yourself whether you love them enough;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· to bear in mind the things that other people have to bear in their hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· to try to understand what those who live in the same home with you really want, without waiting for them to tell you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· to trim your lamp so that it will give more light and less smoke, and to carry it in front so that your shadow will fall behind you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· to make a grave for your ugly thoughts, and a garden for your kindly feelings, with the gate open?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you willing to do these things, even for a day?  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-7274348056810084273?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7274348056810084273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=7274348056810084273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7274348056810084273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7274348056810084273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-you-willing.html' title='Are you willing...'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-178069902886658131</id><published>2009-08-16T10:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:47:04.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;After careful consideration and many sleepless nights, here’s what I've decided... There's no such thing as a grown-up... We move on, we move out, we move away from our families and form our own... But the basic insecurities, the basic fears and all those old wounds just grow up with us... And just when we think life and circumstances have forced us truly to become an adult, your mother says something like that... Or worse, something like that... We get bigger, we get taller, we get older... But, for the most part, we're still a bunch of kids, running around the playground, trying desperately to fit in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grow bigger and taller, but we never actually grow up... I've heard that it's possible to grow up, I've just never met anyone who's actually done it... Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves... We throw tantrums when things don't go our way... We whisper secrets with our best friends in the dark... We look for comfort where we can find it... And we hope; against all logic, against all experience... Like children, we never give up hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-178069902886658131?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/178069902886658131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=178069902886658131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/178069902886658131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/178069902886658131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-7487128754965558495</id><published>2009-07-31T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:21:49.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Live In The Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mountcope.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/live-in-the-moment-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mountcope.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/live-in-the-moment-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If you're feeling frightened about what comes next, don't be... Embrace the uncertainty... Allow it to lead you places... Be brave as it challenges you to exercise both your heart and your mind as you create your own path towards happiness, don't waste time with regret... Spin wildly into your next action... Enjoy the present, each moment, as it comes; because you'll never get another one quite like it... And if you should ever look up and find yourself lost, simply take a breath and start over... Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart... where your hope lives... You'll find your way again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-7487128754965558495?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7487128754965558495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=7487128754965558495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7487128754965558495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7487128754965558495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/live-in-moment.html' title='Live In The Moment'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-3293243855702097619</id><published>2009-07-22T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:16:13.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life isn't about keeping score... It's not about how many people call you, and it's not about who you've dated, are dating, or haven't dated at all... it isn't about who you kissed, what sport you play, or which guy or girl likes you... Its not about your shoes or your hair or the color of your skin or where you live or go to school... In fact, its not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges that accept you or not... Life isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and its not about how accepted or unaccepted you are... Life just isn't about that... But life is about who you love. and who you hurt... It's about how you feel about yourself... It's about trust, happiness, and compassion... It's about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love one else's in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was from a Nike ad... How true indeed!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-3293243855702097619?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3293243855702097619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=3293243855702097619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3293243855702097619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3293243855702097619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-5005090875684351109</id><published>2009-07-14T19:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:49:09.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SlxwK7Yd_SI/AAAAAAAAAFY/92-Xs2eXDe4/s1600-h/happy_face.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SlxwK7Yd_SI/AAAAAAAAAFY/92-Xs2eXDe4/s200/happy_face.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358280989705370914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Did you ever meet someone and have them totally change your life? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;That every thought you ever had about life and yourself was changed… &lt;/span&gt;The way you look at life and people and even breathe... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It's like all that time you were hiding inside yourself till that person came into your life and suddenly everything was different...&lt;/span&gt; But even though they changed the way you looked and felt about things, they made you perhaps a little more cynical and untrusting of the world... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And somehow it has to be learned that it's possible to trust again...&lt;/span&gt; And not everyone is going to stare you in the face and lie to you... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But it's learning that, that's the hard part...&lt;/span&gt; It's not going to happen in a day, a week, or a month, but pretty soon you'll begin to realize that not everyone is going to hurt you... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And that's when you're happy...&lt;/span&gt; And guess what?? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm HAPPY =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-5005090875684351109?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5005090875684351109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=5005090875684351109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5005090875684351109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5005090875684351109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy.html' title='HAPPY'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SlxwK7Yd_SI/AAAAAAAAAFY/92-Xs2eXDe4/s72-c/happy_face.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-4550357375940836591</id><published>2009-07-10T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:02:00.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>D.A.R.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dare to look foolish... The real fools are those who never attempt anything... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dare to make mistakes... They are the best teachers you will ever know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dare to take action... There's a risk you may fail... Yet if you take no action failure is a certainty... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dare to be fully alive... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dare to speak your mind... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dare to enjoy the beauty of the world... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dare to make a difference...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dare to love... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dare to be the person you know you can be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dare to expect the best, with your words and actions... You'll usually get it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dare to do what is right rather than what is convenient or expedient... It will truly make a difference in the way you see yourself, and the way others see you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You're here, with this magnificent day available to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. Dare to make it the best you can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-4550357375940836591?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4550357375940836591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=4550357375940836591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/4550357375940836591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/4550357375940836591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/dare.html' title='D.A.R.E'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-5538890417042055555</id><published>2009-06-30T12:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:24:20.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Today Was Your Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0Ia07pu704&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0Ia07pu704&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My best friend gave me the best advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;He said each day's a gift and not a given right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And try to take the path less traveled by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That first step you take is the longest stride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If today was your last day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And tomorrow was too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Leave old pictures in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Donate every dime you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If today was your last day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Against the grain should be a way of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What's worth the prize is always worth the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Every second counts 'cause there's no second try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So live like you'll never live it twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Don't take the free ride in your own life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If today was your last day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And tomorrow was too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Leave old pictures in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Donate every dime you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Would you call old friends you never see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Reminisce old memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That you finally fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If today was your last day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If today was your last day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Regardless of who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So do whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Let nothin' stand in your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cause the hands of time are never on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If today was your last day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And tomorrow was too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Leave old pictures in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Donate every dime you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Would you call old friends you never see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Reminisce old memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That you finally fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If today was your last day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-5538890417042055555?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5538890417042055555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=5538890417042055555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5538890417042055555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5538890417042055555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-today-was-your-last-day.html' title='If Today Was Your Last Day'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-7512917468385881394</id><published>2009-06-25T10:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:53:38.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Someone whom I used to call Fatty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SkMQCZ0E-8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_FrJeveUIBU/s1600-h/ps_1804c15_best_wishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351138415721380802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SkMQCZ0E-8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_FrJeveUIBU/s200/ps_1804c15_best_wishes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To the outside world we all grow old... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But not to brothers and sisters...&lt;/span&gt; We know each other as we always were... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We know each other's hearts...&lt;/span&gt; We share private family jokes... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys...&lt;/span&gt; We live outside the touch of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To my one and only brother:&lt;/span&gt; A decision is made with the brain... &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A commitment is made with the heart... &lt;/span&gt;Therefore, a commitment is much deeper and more binding than a decision... &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; two hands...&lt;/span&gt; One to help yourself, the second to help others... &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, just promise me that you'll work your ass off to become the best damn doctor the world has ever seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S At the same time, please remember to pause for a moment to smell the flowers and enjoy every moment there in KK alright,my dear geeky brother... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,LOL...&lt;/span&gt; I'll miss the times we squander over the the smallest matter or having to share my room with you...haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All the best to you =)&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/7096384947637600381-7512917468385881394?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7512917468385881394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=7512917468385881394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7512917468385881394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7512917468385881394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/06/someone-whom-i-used-to-call-fatty.html' title='Someone whom I used to call Fatty'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SkMQCZ0E-8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_FrJeveUIBU/s72-c/ps_1804c15_best_wishes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-2544561579538645459</id><published>2009-06-17T06:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:53:24.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SjgiAZkKL7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/LhSTl6Pho1c/s1600-h/P6130188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348061947760357298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SjgiAZkKL7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/LhSTl6Pho1c/s200/P6130188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The more things change, the more they stay the same... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not sure who the first person was who said that...&lt;/span&gt; Probably Shakespeare... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Or maybe Sting...&lt;/span&gt; But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw: my inability to change... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't think I'm alone in this...&lt;/span&gt; The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still...&lt;/span&gt; It feels safer somehow... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar...&lt;/span&gt; Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Who knows what other pain might be out there, waiting for you...&lt;/span&gt; Chances are it could be even worse... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So you maintain the status quo...&lt;/span&gt; Choose the road already traveled and it doesn't seem that bad... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not as far as flaws go...&lt;/span&gt; You're not a drug addict... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're not killing anyone...&lt;/span&gt; Except maybe yourself a little... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're like this different person...&lt;/span&gt; I think it's smaller than that... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked at us really close...&lt;/span&gt; Which, thank God, they never do... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But you notice it...&lt;/span&gt; Inside you that change feels like a world of difference... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And you hope this is it...&lt;/span&gt; This is the person you get to be forever... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hat you'll never have to change again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-2544561579538645459?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2544561579538645459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=2544561579538645459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2544561579538645459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2544561579538645459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/06/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SjgiAZkKL7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/LhSTl6Pho1c/s72-c/P6130188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-2529293931506602959</id><published>2009-06-08T09:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:35:32.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life is good....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Life changes... You get it all lined up just the way you like it and then something beyond your control comes along and bumps you off center... How nice it would be if you could get everything just the way you want it and say, 'Okay, now, stay.' But nothing stays the same... You grow up, make friends, lots friends, go to college, lose track of people, meet new ones, and sometimes you ask yourself why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I can tell you is the every single experience you go through like this changed you in some way... Every new person who comes into your life changes you... Every moral dilemma or emotional experience you come up against changes you... It's your job you decide how. That's how character is developed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend so much time wondering who you are, don't you think? You flounder about, searching for your identity, when most of the time it is as plain as the nose on your face... You struggle with questions of purpose and need, and forget that the answers are found mostly inside yourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people can't believe in themselves until someone else believes in them first... It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance, it is the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance, it is the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give, and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all think we're going to be great... And we feel a little bit robbed when our expectations aren't met... But sometimes, our expectations sell us short... Sometimes the expected simply pales in comparison to the unexpected... You gotta wonder why we cling to our expectations because the expected is just what keeps us steady, standing, still... The expected's just the beginning... The unexpected is what changes our lives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-2529293931506602959?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2529293931506602959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=2529293931506602959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2529293931506602959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2529293931506602959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good....'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-2048225527503246106</id><published>2009-05-27T07:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:28:42.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Death'/><title type='text'>Oh, how I missed you so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose them all at once; you lose them in pieces over a long time - the empty house that welcomes you back home and their scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in their closet and drawers... Gradually, you accumulate the parts of them that are gone... Just when the day comes, when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feelings that they're gone forever, there comes another day, and another specifically missing part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I used to moan... Why do I have to say goodbye ,why does it have to be her? Why does it have to be now? What am I supposed to learn? That death hurts? I know it does ... I know that it's never going to be the same. I can learn that lesson without losing her, God, please don't take her away. There is not too much in this world that means anything to me right now, but without her I am going to stop caring ... My heart is going to break when hers stops ... and I am not going to be able to go on ... I am not going to be able to smile once she is gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;It's never going to get easier... There is never going to be a 'Death for Dummies' book... There is never going to be an escape plan to pain because no matter how much I try no matter how much I cry my life is never going to go back to the way it used to be... I know that I can't stop myself from hoping that you will one day walk in the front door and smile as if nothing happened. I know that there will be days that it will be hard to get out of bed and look people in the eye and lie when they ask how I am... I know that its going to hurt for the rest of my life and that I will always cry, but I also know that you're in heaven now and your away from all of the pain and everything is better for you now... I just wish I could say the same for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But now, when something comes along in my life that's too good to be true, I look inside my heart and know it's because of you... When a smile shows up for no reason at all... Or when a tear of joy just happens to fall, I smile, for I know you are near... Your sweet calming words I still hear... I wish I could hold you in my arms, but I no longer can, you are now an angel, following God's plan... And although it's always extremely sad to lose someone you love, I find comfort in knowing you watch over me….from heaven above. I love you granny... Just somehow wished I said that more often while you were still around... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-2048225527503246106?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2048225527503246106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=2048225527503246106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2048225527503246106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2048225527503246106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-how-i-missed-you-so.html' title='Oh, how I missed you so...'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-5572252000668428781</id><published>2009-05-14T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:43:37.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Because sometimes you have something you need to say but you can't because the words won't come out or you get scared or you feel stupid, so if you could write a song and sing it then you could say what you need to say and it would be beautiful and people would listen and you wouldn't make a complete idiot out of yourself, but all of us can't be songwriters so some of us will never be able to say what we're thinking or what we want other people to know that we're thinking so we'll never get the chance to make things right again ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-5572252000668428781?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5572252000668428781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=5572252000668428781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5572252000668428781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5572252000668428781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/say.html' title='Say...'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-6226231610945134407</id><published>2009-05-05T10:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:12:11.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>End of an eventful semester...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sf-gVk8VHnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MSstva0JSWM/s1600-h/life_goes_on.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sf-gVk8VHnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MSstva0JSWM/s200/life_goes_on.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332156776384372338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I learned a lot this year... I learned that things don't always turn out the way you planned, or the way you think they should... And I've learned that there are things that go wrong that don't always get fixed or get put back together the way they were before... I've learned that some broken things stay broken, and I've learned that you can get through bad times and keep looking for better ones, as long as you have people who love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to live responsible, logical lives, but we can't tell our hearts how to feel... Sometimes our hearts lead us to places we never thought we wanted to go, and sometimes our hearts can be the sweetest, gentlest things we have; sometimes our hearts can make us feel miserable, angry, excited, and confused all at once. but at least my heart is open now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what had happened, I'd like to believe that I've grown... I wanna move forward, I'm not interested in going back... Right now, I am filled with what can only be described as relief...  Relief that I got to this place, that this is my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-6226231610945134407?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6226231610945134407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=6226231610945134407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6226231610945134407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6226231610945134407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-eventful-semester.html' title='End of an eventful semester...'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sf-gVk8VHnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MSstva0JSWM/s72-c/life_goes_on.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-8194185177034693271</id><published>2009-04-29T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:50:54.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life at this very moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;It's said that the saddest thing a man will ever face is what might have been... but what if the man who's faced with what was... or what may never be... or what can no longer be... choosing the right path is never easy, it's a decision we make with only our hearts to guide us... but sometimes we find our way to something better... sometimes we fight through the regret and remorse of our mistakes, our malice and our jealousy, and the shame we feel for not being the people we were meant to be... and that's when we find our way to something better... or when something better finds its way to us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A wise man once said – 'You can have anything in life if you're willing to sacrifice everything else for it.' What he meant is nothing comes without a price... So before you go into battle, you better decide how much you're willing to lose... Too often going after what feels good means letting go of what you know is right... And letting someone in means abandoning the walls you've spent a lifetime building... Of course the toughest sacrifices are the ones we don't see coming... When we don't have time to come up with a strategy to pick sides….or to measure the pot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ential loss... When that happens, when the battle chooses us, and not the other way around, that's when the sacrifice can turn out to be more than we can bear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-8194185177034693271?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8194185177034693271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=8194185177034693271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/8194185177034693271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/8194185177034693271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-at-this-very-moment.html' title='Life at this very moment...'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-1631469441858232435</id><published>2009-04-27T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:33:39.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and Death'/><title type='text'>Death??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SfVeswC1BKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LsRejRKn1cI/s1600-h/Outline+Rose.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SfVeswC1BKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LsRejRKn1cI/s200/Outline+Rose.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329269856966870178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Death is not the opposite of life, it is a part of life... A part we've not yet explored and thus do not understand and it is only natural to fear what we do not understand... But with the right attitude we can make life beautiful... With this same attitude, can death not be the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-1631469441858232435?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1631469441858232435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=1631469441858232435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/1631469441858232435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/1631469441858232435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/death.html' title='Death??'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SfVeswC1BKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LsRejRKn1cI/s72-c/Outline+Rose.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-7065361078158217046</id><published>2009-04-24T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:27:56.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo moments...'/><title type='text'>Secrets??</title><content type='html'>The most important things are the hardest things to say... They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out... But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away... And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it... That's the worst I think... When the secret stays locked within not for a want of a teller but for an ear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I think I get more inspiration to write at the peak of my exam period,hahaha... This is freaking bad... But I can't keep it all in me, otherwise I'd burst? LOL... Until the next post, I'm crossing my fingers, hoping this time I'd just try... I said TRY... to STUDY,hahaha... Chaoz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-7065361078158217046?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7065361078158217046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=7065361078158217046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7065361078158217046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7065361078158217046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/secrets.html' title='Secrets??'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-2412900824833372420</id><published>2009-04-22T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:12:06.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo moments'/><title type='text'>Regrets??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Se580T7A5zI/AAAAAAAAADg/dmlJHot7ZEM/s1600-h/emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Se580T7A5zI/AAAAAAAAADg/dmlJHot7ZEM/s200/emo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327332647368714034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Evelyn/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Regret comes in all shapes and sizes... Some are small, like when we do a bad thing for a good reason... Some are bigger like when we let down a friend... Some of us escape the pains of regret by making the right choice... Some of us have little time for regret because we're looking forward to the future... Sometimes we have to fight to come to terms with the past, and sometimes we bury our regret by promising to change our ways... But our biggest regrets are not for the things we did but for the things we didn't do, things we didn't say that could have saved someone we care about... Especially when we can see the dark storm that's headed their way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;P/S And if I don't start studying by now, by tomorrow I'd be filled with even more regret,hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-2412900824833372420?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2412900824833372420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=2412900824833372420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2412900824833372420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2412900824833372420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/regrets.html' title='Regrets??'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Se580T7A5zI/AAAAAAAAADg/dmlJHot7ZEM/s72-c/emo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-6444824252658870999</id><published>2009-04-09T08:16:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:40:23.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>True enough =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1CYzudMAI/AAAAAAAAACA/_r8oMAe8pec/s1600-h/Courage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1CYzudMAI/AAAAAAAAACA/_r8oMAe8pec/s320/Courage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322483328591147010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1CE4ncPaI/AAAAAAAAABw/ADwOa1AAM48/s1600-h/Compassion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1CE4ncPaI/AAAAAAAAABw/ADwOa1AAM48/s320/Compassion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322482986306518434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1CS2rqLzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MfYZhL_O26s/s1600-h/Confidence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1CS2rqLzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MfYZhL_O26s/s320/Confidence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322483226305507122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1CsIjLCCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nRpcBOJ0J5c/s1600-h/Loyalty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1CsIjLCCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nRpcBOJ0J5c/s320/Loyalty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322483660598478882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1CfA9GbwI/AAAAAAAAACI/ysT8pc4zIH4/s1600-h/Determination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1CfA9GbwI/AAAAAAAAACI/ysT8pc4zIH4/s320/Determination.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322483435221446402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1DA82G91I/AAAAAAAAACo/7uwe31WHJbM/s1600-h/Strength.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1DA82G91I/AAAAAAAAACo/7uwe31WHJbM/s320/Strength.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322484018233931602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1CsIjLCCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nRpcBOJ0J5c/s1600-h/Loyalty.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1C0DxRE-I/AAAAAAAAACY/_SaOUfxQV_U/s1600-h/Self-Lessness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1C0DxRE-I/AAAAAAAAACY/_SaOUfxQV_U/s320/Self-Lessness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322483796754371554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1C8R49zyI/AAAAAAAAACg/-taWSPX3L5I/s1600-h/Solution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1C8R49zyI/AAAAAAAAACg/-taWSPX3L5I/s320/Solution.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322483937983713058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Evelyn/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-6444824252658870999?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6444824252658870999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=6444824252658870999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6444824252658870999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6444824252658870999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/true-enough.html' title='True enough =)'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/Sd1CYzudMAI/AAAAAAAAACA/_r8oMAe8pec/s72-c/Courage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-7472351658518240273</id><published>2009-04-02T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:06:18.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>As I mature...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I've learned that you cannot make someone love you... All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in...LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just a**   h***   .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;         I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away... &lt;/span&gt;                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-7472351658518240273?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7472351658518240273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=7472351658518240273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7472351658518240273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7472351658518240273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-i-mature.html' title='As I mature...'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-4503572009091070072</id><published>2009-01-31T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:45:58.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam and Eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting findings'/><title type='text'>Woman... Couldn't agree more on this,hahaha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whatever you give a woman, she's going to multiply...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you give her a house, she'll give you a home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you give her crap,you will receive more shit than any one human being can handle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love and appreciate all the women in your life! LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-4503572009091070072?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4503572009091070072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=4503572009091070072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/4503572009091070072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/4503572009091070072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/woman-cant-agree-more-on-thishahaha.html' title='Woman... Couldn&apos;t agree more on this,hahaha...'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-7712997235334320949</id><published>2009-01-29T12:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:39:12.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self motivation...'/><title type='text'>Be the Person You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u136/mercedes3304/icons-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 614px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u136/mercedes3304/icons-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Forget for a minute what the real world looks like, forget what you know, sometimes you need to believe in what isn't exactly there... A daydream of better nights... A storybook fantasy where life is ordered and consistent and tales get awfully exciting before they wrap up nicely for all involved... Who are we to enforce reality? After all, you never know when the good angel of fortune might bring a page from your book to life and throw a kind of miracle your way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship between time and you is always one of master and slave... List making - it is your anchor, your harbor in the storm of life... Start each morning with your wish for the day, and then move right on in into your daily goal list... Remember to keep them in behavioral terms and be specific... Why? Because a specific list is a happy list... And don't forget it's chaos out there... We conquer that by taking control, setting priorities... Life cannot be based on whim... Those who fail to control whim are destined to be controlled by it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the story on Hansel and Gretel? And Hansel said to Gretel: Let us drop these bread crumbs so that together we can find our way home because losing our way would be the most cruel of things... And once you lose yourself, you have two choices... Find the person you used to be or lose that person completely... Because sometimes you have to step outside of the person you've been and remember the person you were meant to be... The person you wanted to be... The person you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-7712997235334320949?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7712997235334320949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=7712997235334320949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7712997235334320949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7712997235334320949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-person-you-are.html' title='Be the Person You Are'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-8662524400060094393</id><published>2009-01-20T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:38:27.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self motivation...'/><title type='text'>Life is hard at the moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/life-is-not-fair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/life-is-not-fair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroads... Afraid... Confused... Without a roadmap... The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days... Of course, when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back... But once in a while people push on to something better... Something found just beyond the pain of going it alone... And just beyond the bravery and courage it takes to let someone in... Or to give someone a second chance... Something beyond the quiet persistence of a dream... Because it's only when you're tested, that you truly discover who you are... And it's only when you're tested, that you discover who you can be... The person you want to be does exist... Somewhere on the other side of hard work and faith and belief ... and beyond the heartache and fear of what lies ahead...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because the road ahead is long, is no reason to slow down... Just because there is much work to be done, is no reason to get discouraged... It is a reason to get started, to grow, to find new ways, to reach within yourself and discover strength, commitment, determination, discipline... The road ahead is long, and difficult, and filled with opportunity at every turn... Start what needs starting... Finish what needs finishing... Get on the road... Stay on the road... Get on with the work... Right now you're at the beginning of the journey... What a great place to be! Just imagine all the things you'll learn, all the people you'll meet, all the experiences you'll have... Be thankful that the road is long and challenging, because that is where you'll find the best that life has to offer...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He who hesitates is lost... We can't pretend we haven't been told... We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day... Still, sometimes we have to see for ourselves... We have to make our own mistakes... We have to learn our own lessons... We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore, until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin meant... That knowing is better than wondering... That waking is better than sleeping... And that even the biggest failure, even the worst, most intractable mistake beats the hell out of never trying...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, you will look back on the times you laughed and you will cry, you look back on the times you cried, and you will laugh... You will always remember close friends, and you will always keep memories of them in your heart... Life is hard. it's tough, and it's unfair, but everyone gets over the hurt and the pain, eventually, and you always end up with a smile on your face, if you give it a chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-8662524400060094393?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8662524400060094393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=8662524400060094393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/8662524400060094393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/8662524400060094393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-hard-at-moment.html' title='Life is hard at the moment...'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-3199239113668576348</id><published>2008-12-30T18:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:31:04.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Adiós 2008... Hola 2009...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SVn4R_8Qr5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4yH1vZq-JPU/s1600-h/cute-new-year-greeting-card.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SVn4R_8Qr5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4yH1vZq-JPU/s320/cute-new-year-greeting-card.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285528625801637778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;New Year's Day:  Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions...  Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual."   - Mark Twain-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Who gets to determine when the old ends and the new begins? It's not on the calendar, it's not a birthday, it's not a new year, it's an event --big or small, something that changes us, ideally it gives us hope, a new way of living and looking at the world, letting go of old habits, old memories... What's important is that we never stop believing we can have a new beginning, but it's also important to remember amid all the crap are a few things really worth holding on to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If you're feeling frightened about what comes next, don't be... Embrace the uncertainty... Allow it to lead you places... Be brave as it challenges you to exercise both your heart and your mind as you create your own path towards happiness, don't waste time with regret... Spin wildly into your next action... Enjoy the present, each moment, as it comes; because you'll never get another one quite like it... And if you should ever look up and find yourself lost, simply take a breath and start over... Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart... where your hope lives. You'll find your way again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;So, drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past...  Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Happy New Year, everybody!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-3199239113668576348?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3199239113668576348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=3199239113668576348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3199239113668576348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3199239113668576348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/adis-2008-hola-2009.html' title='Adiós 2008... Hola 2009...'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SVn4R_8Qr5I/AAAAAAAAABI/4yH1vZq-JPU/s72-c/cute-new-year-greeting-card.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-5266569697424980385</id><published>2008-12-19T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:19:41.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festives'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.polysavers.com/images/Merry_Christmas_shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.polysavers.com/images/Merry_Christmas_shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind." - Mary Ellen Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ahhh... In less than a week, my favourite day would be arriving... As ironic as it sounds, although Christmas isn't really a tradition in my family, I just loved it... Can't really tell you why... Maybe it's just the concept of Christmas that entralls me...Who knows...LOL... To be frank, until one feels the spirit of Christmas, there is no Christmas... All else is outward display-so much tinsel and decorations... For it isn't the holly, it isn't the snow... It isn't the tree not the firelight's glow... It's the warmth that comes to the hearts of men when the Christmas spirit returns again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I sometimes think people expect too much of Christmas Day... We try to crowd into it the long arrears of kindliness and humanity of the whole year... Well, here's what I have to say... Don't expect too much of Christmas Day... You can't crowd into it any arrears of unselfishness and kindliness that may have accrued during the past twelve months... As for me, I like to take my Christmas a little at a time, all through the year. And thus I drift along into the holidays-let them overtake me unexpectedly-waking up some fine morning and suddenly saying to myself: "Why this is Christmas Day." Hence, as long as we know in our hearts what Christmas ought to be, Christmas is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough said... I've shopping to do... So, I will leave you with this... "I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year." - Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol) Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!! Cheers!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-5266569697424980385?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5266569697424980385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=5266569697424980385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5266569697424980385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5266569697424980385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-not-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-3305107052179030851</id><published>2008-11-28T16:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:12:39.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo moments...'/><title type='text'>Optician? Optometrist? Opthalmologist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SS-uP41KhII/AAAAAAAAABA/7gga-5nUfbU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273625276650783874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SS-uP41KhII/AAAAAAAAABA/7gga-5nUfbU/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 different terms, 3 different profession but all related to the eyes... How many of you can actually tell the difference? 3 years into the course, people still confuse me with an optician or an opthalmologist... The feeling's indifferent but somehow hearing that from some close friends really set me off... I don't know why... It's just a term, but hey, I don't study 4 bloody years on that 2 lil eyes we have just to be compared to another profession... Yet, it's happening now, I thought the public should be more aware now, but NO... It's still the same, no wonder we're still so far behind...sigh... Right now, I'm gonna stop explaining, whatever happens shall stay that way... After all, whoever cares what I feel, as long as I do my stuff... This is freaking bad...Really really bad...&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/7096384947637600381-3305107052179030851?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3305107052179030851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=3305107052179030851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3305107052179030851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3305107052179030851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/optician-optometrist-opthalmologist.html' title='Optician? Optometrist? Opthalmologist?'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SS-uP41KhII/AAAAAAAAABA/7gga-5nUfbU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-8729189685178816742</id><published>2008-11-17T13:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:11:10.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Finding That Pony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freefoto.com/images/1011/04/1011_04_65---Dartmoor-Pony--Dartmoor--Devon_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.freefoto.com/images/1011/04/1011_04_65---Dartmoor-Pony--Dartmoor--Devon_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;There is a very old joke about two young brothers... One was an optimist and one was a pessimist... As a test, they were each told they had received a gift and then were put in a room with a huge pile of horse droppings... The pessimist was, understandably, disgusted... When the researchers went into the room with the optimistic child, they found him happily digging in the horse dung, exclaiming, “I know there’s a pony in here somewhere!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; A poor joke perhaps, but an excellent life lesson... How our lives unfold is largely dependant on how we approach challenges that present themselves... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; Adversity is a fact of life... How you view adversity dictates your reality... If you are always looking at the down side of life, that is what you are going to get... If each challenge throws you for a loop, it is going to be difficult for you to get anywhere... Understandably, some challenges are bigger than others and take more work to deal with... However, you can overcome them if you begin to see them as challenges to be worked out rather than walls that are insurmountable... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; We all know what it is like to be around a person who is always in crisis, who is always in a mess... This type of person may thrive on chaos, but they are also negative people who only see the negatives around them... They can and will suck up your energy and just want more... Pessimism is like a virus, it jumps from person to person, through direct contact... The more you are around it, the worse you feel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; It really is just as easy to be optimistic... In fact, it may be easier to see the good in life and the challenges in adversity... Being happy takes less energy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; Even if you believe in Reincarnation, this is the only life you are going to get this time around... Why not be the type of person who looks for the pony? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-8729189685178816742?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8729189685178816742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=8729189685178816742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/8729189685178816742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/8729189685178816742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/finding-that-pony.html' title='Finding That Pony'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-218682832449941569</id><published>2008-11-13T11:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:17:33.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Does this path have heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://carpefactum.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/07/27/tworoads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 311px;" src="http://carpefactum.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/07/27/tworoads.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;          Each path is only one of a million paths... Therefore, you must always keep in mind that a path is only a path... If you feel that you must now follow it, you need not stay with it under any circumstances...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;          Any path is only a path... There is no affront to oneself or others in dropping it if that is what your heart tells   you to do... But your decision to keep on the path must be free of fear or ambition...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         All paths are the same... They lead nowhere... There are paths going through the brush or into the brush or under the brush... Does this path have a heart is the only question... If it does, then the path is good... If doesn't, it is of no use...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-218682832449941569?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/218682832449941569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=218682832449941569' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/218682832449941569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/218682832449941569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/does-this-path-have-heart.html' title='Does this path have heart?'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-7932748910134948527</id><published>2008-11-01T12:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:18:56.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Gotta Be Somebody =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i2rZ8Y1yY64&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i2rZ8Y1yY64&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;This time, I wonder what it feels like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To find the one in this life, the one we all dream of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But dreams just aren't enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So I'll be waiting for the real thing, I'll know it by the feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The moment when we're meeting, will play out like a scene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Straight off the silver screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So I'll be holding my own breath, right up 'til the end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Until that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cause nobody wants to be the last one there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cause nobody wants to do it on their own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And everyone wants to know they're not alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tonight, out on the street, out in the moonlight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And dammit this feels too right, it's just like deja vu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me standing here with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So I'll be holding my own breath, could this be the end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Is it that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cause nobody wants to be the last one there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cause nobody wants to do it on their own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And everyone wants to know they're not alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You can't give up, when your looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A diamond in the rough cuz you never know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When it shows up, make sure you're holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cause it could be the one, the one you're waiting on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cause nobody wants to be the last one there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And everyone wants to feel like someone cares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me, oh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nobody wants to do it on their own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And everyone wants to know they're not alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nobody wants to be the last one there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(what your looking for) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(you never know) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(start holding on) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-7932748910134948527?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7932748910134948527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=7932748910134948527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7932748910134948527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7932748910134948527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/gotta-be-somebody.html' title='Gotta Be Somebody =)'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-3697005426606253273</id><published>2008-10-29T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:52:05.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"I've made the most important discovery of my life. It's only in the mysterious equation of love that any logical reasons can be found. I'm only here tonight because of you. You're the only reason I am...you are all my reasons. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-3697005426606253273?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3697005426606253273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=3697005426606253273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3697005426606253273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3697005426606253273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful-mind.html' title='A Beautiful Mind'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-7919881154024020965</id><published>2008-10-26T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:01:33.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo moments...'/><title type='text'>The Best Day of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today, when I awoke, I suddenly realized that this is the best day of my life, ever! There were times when I wondered if I would make it to today; but I did! And because I did I'm going to celebrate! Today, I'm going to celebrate what an unbelievable life I have had so far: the accomplishments, the many blessings, and, yes, even the hardships because they have served to make me stronger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go through this day with my head held high, and a happy heart... I will marvel at God's seemingly simple gifts: the morning dew, the sun, the clouds, the trees, the flowers, the birds...&lt;br /&gt;Today, none of these miraculous creations will escape my notice. Today, I will share my excitement for life with other people... I'll make someone smile... I'll go out of my way to perform an unexpected act of kindness for someone I don't even know... Today, I'll give a sincere compliment to someone who seems down... I'll tell a child how special he is, and I'll tell someone I love just how deeply I care for her and how much she means to me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today is the day I quit worrying about what I don't have and start being grateful for all the wonderful things God has already given me... And tonight, before I go to bed, I'll go outside and Praise my eyes to the heavens... I will stand in awe at the beauty of the stars and the moon, and I will praise God for these magnificent treasures... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;As the day ends and I lay my head down on my pillow, I will thank the Almighty for the best day of my life... And I will sleep the sleep of a contented child, excited with expectation because I know tomorrow is going to be the best day of my life, ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-7919881154024020965?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7919881154024020965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=7919881154024020965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7919881154024020965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/7919881154024020965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-day-of-my-life.html' title='The Best Day of My Life'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-6719826339430176047</id><published>2008-10-12T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:35:45.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Life could have been better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SPHEXnqni8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Jsz4LhB1oq0/s1600-h/lifecycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SPHEXnqni8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Jsz4LhB1oq0/s320/lifecycle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256198150181850050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends... I mean, life is tough...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; It takes up a lot of your time... What do you get at the end of it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Death...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; What's that, a bonus?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I think the Life could have been better if the life cycle is all backwards...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You should die first, get it out of the way... Then you live in an old age home... You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch and you go to work...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement...&lt;br /&gt;You do alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You become a little baby, you go back into the womb, spend your last nine months floating and you finish off as an orgasm...LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-6719826339430176047?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6719826339430176047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=6719826339430176047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6719826339430176047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6719826339430176047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-could-have-been-better.html' title='Life could have been better...'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/SPHEXnqni8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Jsz4LhB1oq0/s72-c/lifecycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-2878081468649771572</id><published>2008-10-04T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:26:36.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Something to think about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values... We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often... We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor... We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; we've done larger things, but not better things; we've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our prejudice; we write more, but learn less; we plan more, but accomplish less... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We've learned to rush, but not to wait; we have higher incomes, but lower morals; we have more food, but less appeasement; we build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication; we've become long on quantity, but short on quality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships... These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet, to kill... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology can bring this post to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or just turn the page...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-2878081468649771572?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2878081468649771572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=2878081468649771572' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2878081468649771572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/2878081468649771572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about...'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-3172539247138938750</id><published>2008-09-29T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:28:56.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there...to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You never know who these people may be but, when you lock eyes with them, you know that every moment they will affect your life in some profound way... And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair but, upon reflection, you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength, will power or heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason... Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck... Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere... Safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless... The people you meet affect your life... The successes and downfalls that you experience can create who you are, and the bad experiences can be learned from... In fact, they are probably the most poignant and important ones... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart to... If someone loves you, love them back, unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Make every day count... Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience it again... Talk to people you have never talked to before, and actually listen... Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So, hold your head up because you have every right to... Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-3172539247138938750?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3172539247138938750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=3172539247138938750' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3172539247138938750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3172539247138938750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-lesson.html' title='Life Lesson'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-6850408448304645558</id><published>2008-09-26T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:00:37.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Punctuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;All the years of English lessons, it never really hit to me how punctuation actually plays huge role in getting a statement out loud...lol... Just think about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"A woman without her man is nothing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1. A woman, without her man, is nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2. A woman: without her, man is nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So, which one is your pick? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-6850408448304645558?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6850408448304645558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=6850408448304645558' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6850408448304645558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6850408448304645558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/punctuation.html' title='Punctuation'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-6437090748986632502</id><published>2008-09-25T11:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:47:46.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags...'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Si Jahat, Ngan Chen Li...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Well, frankly... I'd prefer if someone tagged me on something more important.. like humanity??hahaha... But since it's from a dear ol' friend, I'll do it la, for old times sake,hahaha... P/S Ngan or whoever's reading, please... NO MORE TAGS... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1. What is your dream when you were a small kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Erm, marry prince charming,live in a big beautiful palace and live happily ever after... (watched too many Disney movies la wei) But then, one day,poof... Reality hit me,hahaha... But whoever said dreams can't come true?? Only need a bit of modification la... Marry someone who loves me, live together with the whole family regardless of where la (whoever cares if it's a hut or palace when I've got all the love in the world, right?? lol) and live the rest of my life to the max!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2. What is the happiest thing in your whole life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;No specific thing I suppose, just the lil moments in life... Even the smallest thing would make me happy (gosh, i'm that easy to please),lol... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3. What do you wish to have right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Money... So that I can now go to New Delhi to help those poor people... Anybody up for sponsor?? ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;4. When is the last time you horse laughed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Every single time when I'm high on CAFFEIN... The things I say and do...well, it's even worse than getting drunk,lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;5. What did you realize recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm losing faith in humanity... I don't know why... It sucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;6. Which bad habit in you that is the most unacceptable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hmmm... my mood swings?? That's where the blog plays an important role, to divert all my anger into it instead of pinning onto others like I used to do =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;7. When you are unhappy, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Eat and eat and eat and eat.... So that explains my weight problem la,hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;8. What are you afraid of losing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My identitiy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;9. Within 5 years, which target is the most realistic one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hopefully, graduate in 2 years time, then TRAVEL!!! hahaha.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;10. When you met someone that you like, will you profess or hide your feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Neither... Don't ask me why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;11. List out 3 kind of people you hate the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Smokers, rude people and backstabbers (trust me, i've encountered all 3 in just 2 semesters in uni...dang... And I thought uni people are suppose to be well, at least bearable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;12. Define loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;As quoted by a friend - It's all in the mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;13. Are you satisfied with your life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yesh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;14. When is the most recent time you felt touched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Can't remember... Seriously... I have super steeled heart,lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;15. Where is the most beautiful place that you’ve visited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Haven't done much travelling... Get that to me in a few years time la,lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;16. A song that is playing in your mind recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Think of Me by Phantom of the Opera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;17. If you have a wish to come true, what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;To have more wishes... Hey, the world needs alot of repairing, what makes you think 1 wish is enough?? hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;18. Do you have anything to be worried or scared recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Life after graduation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. If the world is going to end, what will you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend time with my loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. What is in ur mind now ???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr... Why la tag me!!!??? Hmmmmph...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-6437090748986632502?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6437090748986632502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=6437090748986632502' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6437090748986632502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6437090748986632502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-by-si-jahat-ngan-chen-li.html' title='Tagged by Si Jahat, Ngan Chen Li...'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-3632254573768045180</id><published>2008-09-21T16:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:59:17.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Commit to be HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;       Today, I reaffirmed a personal commitment to be happy, in spite of what life hands me... I've decided that there are too many things over which I have no control, and the only thing I can do is to stop allowing them to make dents in my spirit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;          Happiness is not something that others can take from me... It's something that I would have to throw away on my own... There will be times when things don't turn out the way I want them to... My best friend might just turn her back to me just because she no longer have time for 'us single people'... Or even me being punished for something I didn't do... Nasty backstabbers surrounding the people I care about, but can't do anything to save them...  These are things that can happen to the most loving, compassionate, careful and reasonable person... But after the initial pain and shock, the decision whether or not to let myself languish in despair is entirely up to me... I can allow misfortune to form the bulk of my life, or I can choose to leave what's past in the past, and move on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;          One's friendly and caring behavior towards others should not be motivated by the thought of equally kind and affectionate responses... You understand yourself best, and regardless of how reasonably and responsibly you live your life, there will be people who won't see your point of view or share your motivations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;           People have the right to act in any way they see fit... I don't have the right to judge whether their behavior is acceptable or not... They have to bear the responsibility for their own actions, and so do I... By feeling sorry for myself, I am simply continuing the work for them, long after they've dealt their blow... I've decided that, as far as possible, I will not allow these people to disturb my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;          There are many things for which I can be grateful... There are yet unexplored experiences in which I can find enrichment and meaning... There are yet others who will like me for who I am, and in spite of who I am... If I spend my time being resentful and miserable, I'm denying myself the satisfaction of enjoying what this life has to offer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;          There are enough unhappy people in this world who punish themselves and others constantly in a bid to find redress and compensation... But there is no satisfaction in retaliation and revenge... It's a waste of time and spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-3632254573768045180?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3632254573768045180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=3632254573768045180' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3632254573768045180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/3632254573768045180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/commit-to-be-happy.html' title='Commit to be HAPPY'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-8417532178779064597</id><published>2008-08-31T01:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:40:40.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Symptoms of Inner Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- A tendency to think and act spontaneously rather than from fears based on past experiences... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- An unmistaken ability to enjoy each moment... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- A loss of interest in judging self... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- A loss of interest in judging others... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- A loss in interest in conflict... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- A loss of interest in interpreting the action of others... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- A loss of the ability to worry... (This symptom is very serious) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Frequent overwhelming episodes of appreciation... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Contented feelings of connectedness with others and nature... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Frequent attacks of smiling through the eyes of the Heart... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Increasing susceptibility to love extended by others and the uncomfortable urge to extend it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- An increasing tendency to let things happen rather than make them happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If you have all or most of the above symptoms, please be advised that your condition of PEACE may be so far advanced as to not be treatable. And boy, I do wish I had all these symptoms now... I do really need this =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-8417532178779064597?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8417532178779064597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=8417532178779064597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/8417532178779064597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/8417532178779064597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/symptoms-of-inner-peace.html' title='Symptoms of Inner Peace'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-6514311872658312346</id><published>2008-08-19T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:25:29.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Attitude, to me is more important than facts... It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill... It will make or break a company... a home... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We cannot change our past... We cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way... We cannot change the inevitable... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And so it is with you... we are in charge of our attitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's been ages, yup... BLog going back to it's original state - abandoned... lol... Busy with uni, busy dealing with bitchy people around me, people starting to show the ugly animal side in them, man... Am I ever glad I'm still alive... Nevertheless, that's LIFE... ATTITUDE is all about managing... I should be getting an A for this right now, hahaha... I Exam's just around the corner, so... Until then, chaoz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-6514311872658312346?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6514311872658312346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=6514311872658312346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6514311872658312346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/6514311872658312346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/08/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-5116894660335218558</id><published>2008-06-18T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:27:43.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The lil' animal deep within...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;   There’s a little animal in all of us and maybe that’s something to celebrate... Our animal instinct is what makes us seek comfort, warmth, a pack to run with... We may feel caged, we may feel trapped, but still as humans we can find ways to feel free... We are each other’s keepers, we are the guardians of our own humanity and even though there’s a beast inside all of us, what sets us apart from the animals is that we can think, feel, dream and love... And against all odds, against all instinct, we evolve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;    We like to think that we are rational beings; humane, conscientious, civilized, thoughtful... But when things fall apart, even just a little, it becomes clear we are not better than animals... We have opposable thumbs, we think, we walk erect, we speak, we dream, but deep down we are still routing around in the primordial ooze; biting, clawing, scratching out an existence in the cold, dark world like the rest of the tree-toads and sloths...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-5116894660335218558?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5116894660335218558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=5116894660335218558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5116894660335218558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/5116894660335218558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/06/lil-animal-deep-within.html' title='The lil&apos; animal deep within...'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-1516368500620320056</id><published>2008-06-06T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:15:50.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What really constitutes a good person? This is one of the questions I have in my life that I long to find the answer for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Does being an upright citizen equate to being a good person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Does going to church regularly and paying your friends compliments that they are due make you virtuous and moral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is it enough to do good things for other people to make you an ethical and just human being?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With all the norms that the society we live in sets for being good, sometimes, it's just too easy to be bad... Whether that takes the form of gossiping about your friends, cheating on a test, changing lanes too fast or merely having malicious thoughts of others, I've done all sort of things that I can never be proud of, nor justify...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes, it's just way too easy to be bad... The idea of being good is occasionally easier said than done... Doing something I already regard as greatly noble may not be good enough to the person sitting next to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let's admit it, we can never please everyone, no matter how we try...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've just recently stopped apologizing for my existence and started to accept and love myself... I have realized that the key to becoming a truly good person is in also accepting the parts of my personality that I am not very proud of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have stopped resisting my nature, instead, tried to work my way around it... I have come to admit that I am not perfect and I do succumb to temptation sometimes... What matters is the fact that everyday, I try to be a better person than I was yesterday... If I fail, I try again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somebody once said, "I may not be a nice person, but I am a good human being".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Being good is like beauty... It is a biased, prejudiced, over-rated and subjective issue... I've learned not to put too much pressure on myself with all the standards that our society has... Instead, I try to simplify them by struggling not to step on anyone's shoes... Then maybe... just maybe, I can be a good person in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-1516368500620320056?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1516368500620320056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=1516368500620320056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/1516368500620320056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/1516368500620320056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-person.html' title='A Good Person'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-4207234576102345157</id><published>2008-05-20T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T11:49:52.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Here's to WOMEN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;WOMEN are WOW .. just face it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;They smile when they want to scream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;They sing when they want to cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;They fight for what they believe in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;They stand up for injustice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;They go without new shoes so their children can have them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;They go to the doctor with a frightened friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;They love unconditionally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;They are happy when they hear about a birth or a new marriage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Their hearts break when a friend dies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;They have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Women come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;The heart of a woman is what makes the world spin! Women do more than just give birth... They bring joy and hope... They give compassion and ideals... They give moral support to their family and friends... Women have a lot to say and a lot to give...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;KUDOS to all the women out there!!! We rule!!! Yeah!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-4207234576102345157?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4207234576102345157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=4207234576102345157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/4207234576102345157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/4207234576102345157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-to-women.html' title='Here&apos;s to WOMEN!!!'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-9043171711437896346</id><published>2008-05-08T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T00:23:41.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Profession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The working world is all about qualifications and experience... To gain employment, it is necessary to meet the required educational level, or at least have sufficient experience... There is virtually no way an employer would hire someone who is inexperienced and uneducated for a high profile position... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Everywhere else in life, the two elements are essential qualities... We entrust our education to our teachers, our spiritual development to our religious leaders, our lives to our doctors, only if we know and believe that they are up to the job... And how do we know? Only based on their paper qualifications and/or relevant experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Now imagine an advertisement that goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;No qualifications necessary.&lt;br /&gt;No experience needed.&lt;br /&gt;Working hours totally flexible.&lt;br /&gt;Rewards - vast and unlimited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;What job could that be? It is something happening or should be happening in our every day lives... The job of loving our fellow human beings, of caring for every single one of them, of sharing with every single one of them... The job of touching the lives of every single person we meet, whether in a large way or just a small way, regardless of whether they speak the same language or possess the same skin colour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;It is the world's most important job, one where every one of us is responsible for, yet most of us are so caught up with other things we forget about it... It is a great, beautiful and noble profession, yet it is something every single human being is capable of... You don't need years of working experience, nor do you need to go to school or get stackfulls of paper qualifications... You just need a willing heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Within every single one of us lies the power... The power to champion humanity and the human spirit... It is only up to us to use it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-9043171711437896346?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/9043171711437896346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=9043171711437896346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/9043171711437896346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/9043171711437896346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/greatest-profession.html' title='The Greatest Profession'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096384947637600381.post-9153039768510233037</id><published>2008-05-04T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T11:40:49.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>All time favourite past time - TALKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It isn't what they say about you, it's what they whisper."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Errol Flynn &lt;/center&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People like to talk... Correct that, some people love to talk... They talk about this and talk about that... They talk and talk and talk some more... In fact, these chatty sorts talk about virtually anything and everything under the sun... Unfortunately, sometimes their favorite subject is talking about other people... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like it or not, sooner or later you will become the topic of somebody's conversation... Some will say you're not good enough... Others will say you're not smart enough... There will even be some who say you're never going to amount to much of anything at all... But so what? Regardless of what they say, they have &lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt; say... No say whatsoever...    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We cannot control the evil tongues of others; but a good life enables us to disregard them."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cato the Elder &lt;/center&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only person who has any input in what you say, think or do is you; you and you alone... It's not your friends, family or acquaintances.... Oh sure, they can toss in their two cents - but you don't have to listen, especially if their comments tear you down or sell you short... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As far as your adversaries, competitors or rivals are concerned, you need to tune them out... Completely... These individuals are constantly looking for ways to undermine everything you do... Since they're going to spout off whether you like it or not, you might as welllet them... Their hot air doesn't mean a thing unless you allow their words to get under your skin... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So don't let them...    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look, they're only words; empty, meaningless, insignificant words spoken by people who don't know the quality of your character or the depth of your heart... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A thousand words will not leave so deep an impression as one deed."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Henrik Ibsen &lt;/center&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When it comes to living your life, you get to have the first word, the last word and everything in between... No one and that means absolutely nobody can bring you down unless you give them that opportunity... Make sure you don't give anyone the final say in how your life is lived... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Possessing the last word on how your life's story unfolds is one of the most enriching aspects of life itself... Maybe even the most rewarding... Think about it; you have the opportunity to shape, fashion and orchestrate each and every facet of your life... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bottom Line:&lt;/b&gt; It's your life, so why not live it your way?    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096384947637600381-9153039768510233037?l=lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/9153039768510233037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096384947637600381&amp;postID=9153039768510233037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/9153039768510233037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096384947637600381/posts/default/9153039768510233037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilpackagesoflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-time-favourite-past-time-talking.html' title='All time favourite past time - TALKING'/><author><name>Eve Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515183978452532426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO1T7-fXo20/S7KozqkqXhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/di7j9JO6psw/S220/24222_424903196037_724476037_5294227_1309198_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
