<?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-3441502189069156809</id><updated>2011-11-29T23:40:00.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does True Love Exist?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://online-love.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441502189069156809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://online-love.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>123edu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441502189069156809.post-6905436364293804975</id><published>2008-01-25T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T02:08:28.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love in the 21st century?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What is love in the 21st century?  Many of us want to know.  Many of us are constantly seeking for true love.  However, many times all we get is disappointment.  Does true love still exist in the 21st century?  Please share your precious comments or experiences with others.  Let others know that they are not alone and give them your best support and wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.shareasale.com/r.cfm?b=70472&amp;amp;u=250084&amp;amp;m=11316&amp;amp;urllink=&amp;amp;afftrack="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shareasale.com/image/banner2_468x605.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3441502189069156809-6905436364293804975?l=online-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://online-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6905436364293804975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3441502189069156809&amp;postID=6905436364293804975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441502189069156809/posts/default/6905436364293804975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441502189069156809/posts/default/6905436364293804975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://online-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-love-in-21st-century.html' title='What is love in the 21st century?'/><author><name>123edu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441502189069156809.post-4222037678952909104</id><published>2008-01-24T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T07:23:23.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Exist In Many Forms!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=f5ahiSnMdUY&amp;amp;offerid=127037.10000133&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img alt="Promgirl" src="http://www.promgirl.com/images/linkshare/banners/sale-468x60.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?" You don't owe me anything," she replied "Mother has taught us never to accept payment for a kindness." He said... "Then I thank you from my heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt; stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then he wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally, she looked, and something caught; her attention on the side as She read these words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"Paid in full with one glass of milk." (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, GOD, that your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jdoqocy.com/6b81ox52x4KNTOMSMLKMLPULOQN" target="_blank" onmouseover="window.status='http://www.singlesnet.com';return true;" onmouseout="window.status=' ';return true;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.awltovhc.com/lq118ltxlrpADJECICBACBFKBEGD" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441502189069156809-4222037678952909104?l=online-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://online-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4222037678952909104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3441502189069156809&amp;postID=4222037678952909104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441502189069156809/posts/default/4222037678952909104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441502189069156809/posts/default/4222037678952909104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://online-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-exist-in-many-forms_24.html' title='Love Exist In Many Forms!'/><author><name>123edu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441502189069156809.post-4182431687404804072</id><published>2008-01-23T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T03:06:53.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does True Love Exist? Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFagLyRQG6Q/R5hSW7U4YXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zFphufijAqE/s1600-h/216.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFagLyRQG6Q/R5hSW7U4YXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zFphufijAqE/s320/216.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158963926988775794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kqzyfj.com/c174uoxuowBEKFDJCFBDCFCFLCC" target="_blank" onmouseover="window.status='http://www.yahoo.com';return true;" onmouseout="window.status=' ';return true;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tqlkg.com/rd65h48x20MPVQOUNQMONQNQWNN" alt="Yahoo! Personals Canada " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his future didn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she couldn’t visualize any future for the both of them, so they went their own ways there and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right beside her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those back with him...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may escape but what's in your heart will remain forever. The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her ever again.........hope you understand. Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you thought meant nothing to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441502189069156809-4182431687404804072?l=online-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://online-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4182431687404804072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3441502189069156809&amp;postID=4182431687404804072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441502189069156809/posts/default/4182431687404804072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441502189069156809/posts/default/4182431687404804072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://online-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/does-true-love-exist-part-ii.html' title='Does True Love Exist? Part II'/><author><name>123edu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFagLyRQG6Q/R5hSW7U4YXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zFphufijAqE/s72-c/216.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441502189069156809.post-128021231974851989</id><published>2008-01-23T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T02:57:43.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does True Love Exist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFagLyRQG6Q/R5g6SLU4YUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HXkhrPKmWRI/s1600-h/63252271890843750046089.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFagLyRQG6Q/R5g6SLU4YUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HXkhrPKmWRI/s320/63252271890843750046089.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158937457105330498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;font-size:18;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter. "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While saying that tears filled his eyes, she was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter, which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet. One day someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee? It's sweet. She replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive, not 2 c but 2 understand, not 2 hear but 2 listen, not 2 let go but 2 HOLD ON!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love. Tonight your true love will realize how much they love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tkqlhce.com/tt69r09608ORXSQWPSOQPTXSXQX" target="_blank" onmouseover="window.status='http://www.ashleymadison.com';return true;" onmouseout="window.status=' ';return true;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tqlkg.com/i477wquiom7AGB9F8B798CGBG9G" alt="We are all looking for love - Are you? 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