tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18952658078237393602024-03-05T18:26:30.801-08:00=charm=a happy and fun to be with lady...=)=charm=http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206753499752054977noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895265807823739360.post-25944762465561929862008-11-04T18:15:00.001-08:002008-11-04T18:15:41.520-08:00Father's Love Letter<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OxQTU0YCQdE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OxQTU0YCQdE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>=charm=http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206753499752054977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895265807823739360.post-19484629893129513562008-11-04T17:23:00.000-08:002008-11-04T17:28:23.117-08:00still-worship dance<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><pre><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;">Still</span></span><br />Words and Music by Reuben Morgan<br /><br />Hide me now<br />Under your wings<br />Cover me<br />within your mighty hand<br /><br />When the oceans rise and thunders roar<br />I will soar with you above the storm<br />Father you are king over the flood<br />I will be still and know you are God<br /><br />Find rest my soul<br />In Christ alone<br />Know his power<br />In quietness and trust</pre></div> <a target="_blank" style="color: red; font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-decoration: underline;" href="http://www.ringtonematcher.com/co/ringtonematcher/02/noc.asp?sid=LSITros&artist=Hillsong%20United" rel="nofollow"></a><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyjWUJ4Vels&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyjWUJ4Vels&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>=charm=http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206753499752054977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895265807823739360.post-12976888464867082402008-10-22T19:06:00.000-07:002008-10-22T19:43:34.495-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">15 weird things about ME</span></span><br />Vale tagged me.<br /><br />RULE: Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things / habits / little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird habits / things / little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names. NO TAG backs!<br /><br />1. I don't eat dried fish a lot. nope!<span style="font-weight: bold;"> i eat a lot! wahahahahahaha.. that's my favorite! hmmm yummmyyy</span><br /><br />2. I love to sleep. S<span style="font-weight: bold;">uper .. as in, especially weekends. ;)</span><br /><br />3. I am an Iced Tea lover. <span style="font-weight: bold;">sometimes.</span><br /><br />4. I hate Durian. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I love Durian, one of my fav,.i can eat 1 whole durian myself.</span><br /><br />5. I love going to white sand beaches. <span style="font-weight: bold;">yup, i hope someday i will be with my future someone there holding hands and witness the sunset. naks! ;)</span><br /><br />6. I can't sleep without light. <span style="font-weight: bold;">wen i was in my aunt's house, my room has no window and i loved it! hehehehehe..i can sleep like a piggy pig without lyt! hahahahahaha</span><br /><br />7. I don't wear shoes when I drove a car. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sorry not applicable. wala kasi akong car! wahahahahahha</span><br /><br />8. I love Cookies n' cream flavor in ice cream. <span style="font-weight: bold;">yup! i love it too!! hmmmmm.. yummy na naman! hahahays!</span><br /><br />9. I love to eat mangoes with bagoong. <span style="font-weight: bold;">hahahahahay.. yup so much! grrrrrrrrr...</span><br /><br />10. I am not a type of person who wear clothes on when I sleep especially at night. <span style="font-weight: bold;">hahahahaha.. wearing pajama-sleeveless and mom's duster! makes me feel very comfortable.. im kinda weird kasi talaga!</span><br /><br />11. I love Red Horse. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I don't, but i have tried it already. i prefer 1 bot. of SAn Mig lyt.. hehehehe. peace..</span><br /><br />12. I love to travel.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> yup, esp. if i am with my family & friends. but alone? sometimes. hehehehe. no choice</span><br /><br />13. I hate to see blood and injection. <span style="font-weight: bold;">nasusuka ako ! :(</span><br /><br />14. I hate to pretend that I am OKAY. <span style="font-weight: bold;">i always do. pretending i'm hapi and ok but deep inside i am not but i do pray & ask God's grace & guidance for me to be ok again . hehehe</span><br /><br />15. I hate to be get hurt & lied by anyone. <span style="font-weight: bold;">yup! one of the reasons that till now, single pa rin ako! hahhahahahaha! toinks!</span>=charm=http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206753499752054977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895265807823739360.post-35769159724902479432008-10-13T00:35:00.000-07:002008-10-13T00:43:17.107-07:00<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="640"><tbody><tr><td><br /></td> </tr> <tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"> <td style="padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px;" align="center"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="NLSubtitle">"Leadership is getting players to believe in you. If you tell a teammate you're ready to play as tough as you're able to, you'd better go out there and do it. Players will see right through a phony. And they can tell when you're not giving it all you've got."</span></span></td> </tr> <tr style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"> <td style="background-image: url(http://www.briantracy.com/images/newsletter/QOTDB1.jpg);" align="center"> <span class="NLNormal" style="font-size:100%;">-- Larry Bird, American NBA basketball player</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><img src="http://www.briantracy.com/images/s.gif" alt="" height="22" width="1" /></span></td></tr></tbody></table>=charm=http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206753499752054977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895265807823739360.post-15490734277638937322008-09-17T20:21:00.000-07:002008-09-17T20:24:17.552-07:00Friendship award from jean<h3 class="post-title entry-title"> <a href="http://jean100386.blogspot.com/2008/09/friendship-award-from-chai.html">Friendship Award from Chai....</a> </h3> <p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-kEWkQN-uHpj_qbEiE8uagy43DyiiNr2roaLMcnB5x67qvQ2BWKu9Sy8C0dZuSzq0yhKoyMAnKHEd7fa9xMD3T9Zj8PkPxECMbmJkdpsblD9-uTAW4LwRbTHLkQx7RInpqDLOMAxhWj5/s1600-h/award.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-kEWkQN-uHpj_qbEiE8uagy43DyiiNr2roaLMcnB5x67qvQ2BWKu9Sy8C0dZuSzq0yhKoyMAnKHEd7fa9xMD3T9Zj8PkPxECMbmJkdpsblD9-uTAW4LwRbTHLkQx7RInpqDLOMAxhWj5/s400/award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244676917522551650" border="0" /></a><br /></p><span>I love the blogs of these people and I'm glad to pass this award onto them! All they need to do is to leave the following message on their post when they pass the award on to their chosen eight bloggers.<br /><br /></span><span>They all are charmed with the blogs, where in the majority of its aims are to show the marvels and to do friendship; there are persons who are not interested when we give them a prize and then they help to cut these bows; do we want that they are cut or that they propagate? Then let's try to give more attention to them! So with this prize we must deliver it to<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> 10 bloggers</span> that in turn must make the same thing and put this.<br /><br />i would like to award this to all my friends (the gwapo's and gwapa's) in eversun ... kung wala sila wala rin akong blogsite! nyahahahahah<br /><br /></span>=charm=http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206753499752054977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895265807823739360.post-36830896022967075162008-09-02T20:49:00.002-07:002008-09-02T21:55:50.997-07:00toinks!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvfl7vf4Wny3nyw_q1fqzJesBA8DOmN7ntyC-iqrF_R9a_KjO6xWn-aMMqCUwqy5L1WvHCOx7Feu4v55erEqzeUqWhS6aB4N3rvqMAbagAwzvsMNId6GLNTKORGwZ7rchyphenhyphencejEbQcfg_j/s1600-h/IMG_3702.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvfl7vf4Wny3nyw_q1fqzJesBA8DOmN7ntyC-iqrF_R9a_KjO6xWn-aMMqCUwqy5L1WvHCOx7Feu4v55erEqzeUqWhS6aB4N3rvqMAbagAwzvsMNId6GLNTKORGwZ7rchyphenhyphencejEbQcfg_j/s200/IMG_3702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241654033158112002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaUnAJOyB-Ver1_PFQPeGKTh00B3p9rNN25lPQdz44l85tUcVf_W3ezaYwb5vBaocOro1E-X25ma5VP0D3-PFw7PR9kFHzpV1X9VhZYLtBojst6O15OlDJluzOlRMlv13nQiEsXaf2MZ4L/s1600-h/IMG_3701.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaUnAJOyB-Ver1_PFQPeGKTh00B3p9rNN25lPQdz44l85tUcVf_W3ezaYwb5vBaocOro1E-X25ma5VP0D3-PFw7PR9kFHzpV1X9VhZYLtBojst6O15OlDJluzOlRMlv13nQiEsXaf2MZ4L/s200/IMG_3701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241654032064452626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Funny man kaau ni ako student assistant sa ofis ui ! hahahhahayyy.. wala sa sarili pati pag palit sa amo lunch ni abot na sa laing dapit! nyahahahaha.. kalooy pud na "love sick" bya tawon ni kay broken hearted man kuno xa.. char kaau! hehehehehe..lisod jud daw iya situation-loving sum1 who doesn't luv u n return kuno! ouch! hahahahahayy..unsaon ta man gurlalo man gud daw xa. dili ma tanggap sa iya sum1 na ing ana xa.<br /><br />"ang masakit kc nung lumayo xa dala nya ang mundo ko at hawak niya ang puso ko! :( "<br />- kristine said<br /><br />mao ni iya ingon sa ako! perti na gugma jud diay.. hahahahahayyyyy..<br />ataya anang gugmaha ui!=charm=http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206753499752054977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895265807823739360.post-23246765399935734502008-09-02T00:30:00.000-07:002008-09-02T20:44:58.291-07:00tagged!My friend Dennisl tagged me.<br /><br /><br /><br />1. Places I go over and over<br /><br />*Bhaws<br /><br />*Church<br /><br />*office<br /><br />*Malls<br /><br />*Ping's house<br /><br /><br /><br />2. People who e-mails me regularly<br /><br />*STI ALumni<br /><br />*Friendster update<br /><br />*My cousin abroad<br /><br />*Fanbox<br /><br />*Facebook<br /><br />* My Office mates<br /><br /><br />3. Five of my favorite places to eat?<br /><br />* Sa room ko--alone.. grrrrr.. pero enjoy man pud while watching tv & eating.. wahahhaha.. kalooy<br /><br />* Food Chains (jolibee,Mcdo,KFC, Mandarin)<br /><br />* Unlimited restaurants.. nyahahahha..baboy nako!<br /><br />* Ping's home..nice ddto kay daghan kaon tapos palangga ko sa iya family! hahahah<br /><br /><br />4. Places you’d rather be?<br /><br />*Australia<br /><br />*Puerto Gallera<br /><br />*US of A<br /><br /><br /><br />5. Three TV shows I could watch over and over.<br /><br />* bisag unsa lang..pero most of the time mga Kapamilya shows..=charm=http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206753499752054977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895265807823739360.post-67471441608034464972008-09-01T20:38:00.000-07:002008-09-02T20:47:44.141-07:00ikaw? saan ka?<table style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="messagestable"><tbody><em><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></em><tr><td class="value" id="bbsubjtxt"><br /></td></tr> <tr> <td style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="field"><br /></td> <td style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="value" id="bbbodytxt"> <div id="ln0"><strong>Destiny Addict<br /><br /></strong></div> <div id="ln1">Ito 'yung mga taong hinihintay na gumawa ang tadhana ng paraan para pagtagpuin sila ng kanilang mga "soulmates" and whatever. Ayaw kumilos o kung ano pa dahil naniniwala siya na kung sino man 'yung talagang meant for him/her ay darating na lang bigla sa paraang maaaring hindi niya inaasahan--wow, parang Serendipity.</div> <div id="ln2"> </div> <div id="ln3">Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Dadating din 'yan. 'Wag kasing hanapin!"</div> <div id="ln4"> </div> <div id="ln5"> </div> <div id="ln6"><strong><br />Perfectionist<br /><br /></strong></div> <div id="ln7">Simula nung magkamalay ang taong ito, nakalista na ang mga bagay na gusto niya sa kanyang magiging boypren/girlpren. Kapag may nakilala siya at nakitang madumi ang kuko, magkadikit ang kilay, may butas sa ngipin, o parang penguin maglakad, wala na. Turn off na 'yun para sa kanya.</div> <div id="ln8"> </div> <div id="ln9">Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Ok na sana siya e. Kaya lang gusto ko 'yung ganito..."</div> <div id="ln10"> </div> <div id="ln11"> <div id="ln42"><strong><br />Wrong Time<br /><br /></strong></div> <div id="ln43">Eto naman 'yung mga laging idinadahilan na masyado pa silang bata o kaya masyado na silang matanda. May mga tao raw na ganyan, 'yung pakiramdam nila laging may tamang panahon para sa pag-ibig. Pero ang labo lang kasi tuwing may pagkakataon naman, lagi nilang naiisip na maling panahon pa iyon. Oo, wrong timing lagi ang pag-ibig para sa kanila kasi madalas sumasakto kung kelan meron silang board exams, problema sa pamilya, long test kinabukasan, o dinadahilan na hindi mag wo-worked ang long-distance relationship.</div> <div id="ln44"> </div> <div id="ln45">Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "We had the right love at the wrong time..."</div> <div> </div> <div> </div> </div> <div id="ln12"><strong><br />Busy Bee<br /><br /></strong></div> <div id="ln13">Pasensya na sila pero masyado kang maraming inaasikaso tulad ng libro, bolpen, papel at calculator. Umaalis ka ng 6 am sa bahay at umuuwi ng 7 ng gabi 'pag weekdays. Pagdating mo sa bahay, gagawa lang ng homework at matutulog na. Masaya ka nang makanood ng TV 'pag Sabado (at gumawa ulit ng homework). Sapat na sa'yo ang kumain sa labas kasama ang pamilya 'pag Linggo (at gumawa pa rin ng homework).</div> <div id="ln14"> </div> <div id="ln15">Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Sorry. Wala akong time sa ganyan e."</div> <div id="ln16"> </div> <div id="ln17"> </div> <div id="ln18"><strong><br />Friend Forever version 1<br /><br /></strong></div> <div id="ln19">Kunwari ka pa dyan. Alam mo namang gusto mo talaga 'yang best friend o special friend mo pero hindi mo lang sinasabi at pinapadama dahil ayaw mong masira ang pagkakaibigan niyong dalawa. 'Yung tipong 'pag may kasamang iba 'yung gusto mo, kunwari ka pang masaya ka para sa kanya pero sa totoo lang, gusto mo na malusaw na parang ice caps dahil sa Global Warming.</div> <div id="ln20"> </div> <div id="ln21">Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "I'm so happy for you!" o "Sayang naman 'yung pinagsamahan namin e."</div> <div id="ln22"> </div> <div id="ln23"> </div> <div id="ln24"><strong><br />Friend Forever version 2<br /><br /></strong></div> <div id="ln25">Wala tayong magagawa pero talagang malapit ka lang sa kabilang kasarian--pero bilang kaibigan lang. One-of-the-boys, ladies' man. Hindi ka naman homo o bi pero sadyang kaibigan lang ang tingin mo sa mga taong hindi mo kapareho ng chromosomes. Masaya ka nang nakaka-hang-out lang sila, nakakakwentuhan, niyayakap nang walang halong malisya.</div> <div id="ln26"> </div> <div id="ln27">Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "May inuman ba mamaya?" (kung babae) o "Hatid ko ba kayo mamaya?" (kung lalaki)</div> <div id="ln28"> </div> <div id="ln29"> </div> <div id="ln30"><strong><br />Born to be One<br /><br /></strong></div> <div id="ln31">Single-blessed ka at wala ka nang magagawa kung ganun. Nilikha ka siguro para maging mag-isa (pero syempre may pamilya at kaibigan ka naman, duh) hanggang tumanda ka na at ipadala sa Home for the Aged. Marami akong kakilalang mukhang ganito ang patutunguhan at hindi naman sila mga pangit o abnoy talaga. Minsan lang, masyado silang masungit.</div> <div id="ln32"> </div> <div id="ln33">Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Mag-isa ako."</div> <div id="ln34"> </div> <div id="ln35"> </div> <div id="ln36"><strong><br />Happy-go-lucky<br /><br /></strong></div> <div id="ln37">'Eto 'yung taong masaya na sa trip-trip lang at kung anu-anong mga happenings. Kahit sino na lang basta no strings attached. For fun lang at walang seryosohan please. Personally, ayoko nung mga ganito. Umaapaw lang siguro 'yung mga taong ganito sa L. Magbuhos ka nalang ng malamig na tubig sa iyong buong katawan at solb na 'yan.</div> <div id="ln38"> </div> <div id="ln39">Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "I'm not ready to commit e, but I really like you."</div> <div id="ln40"> </div> <div id="ln41"> </div> <div id="ln48"><strong><br />Parent Trap<br /><br /></strong></div> <div id="ln49">Ayaw ni mama o ni papa na magkaboypren/girlpren ang kanilang unica hija/hijo kahit na 22 years old na ito at kumikita na ng sarili niyang pera. Kailangan daw magkaron ka muna ng isang strand ng puting buhok bago may makadalaw sa'yo sa bahay. O kaya, baka ikaw 'yung may problema dahil natatakot ka sa iisipin ng mga magulang mo tungkol sa taong iyong gusto. Baka kasi sabihin nila na masyado siyang bansot/ matangkad/ baboy/ payatot para sa'yo.</div> <div id="ln50"> </div> <div id="ln51">Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Baka kasi magalit si Mama/ Papa."</div> <div id="ln52"> </div> <div id="ln53"> </div> <div id="ln54"><strong><br />Trauma<br /><br /></strong></div> <div id="ln55">Dahil sa dami ng mga heartbreak na iyong nadama at emo songs na napakinggan mo na noon, sinumpa mo nang hindi ka magmamahal. Ayaw mo na. Sawa ka na sa paglalaslas ng pulso, este, sa paglalagay ng mga madramang stat message sa YM at pag-iyak ng balde-baldeng luha. Awwwww. Pwede rin namang masyado kang insecure sa sarili mo kaya hindi ka makapagmatapang na magventure into some love quest.</div> <div id="ln56"> </div> <div id="ln57">Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Pagod na pagod na akong masaktan!"</div> <div id="ln58"> </div> <div id="ln59"> </div> <div id="ln60"><strong><br />Your Ex-Lover Is (NOT) Dead<br /><br /></strong></div> <div id="ln61">Yikeeee. Mahal pa rin niya ang kanyang ex at hindi siya maka-get-over the person. Boo. Pilit pa ring inaalala ang mga tawanan, iyakan, at PDA moments nilang dalawa kahit 'yung ex niya ay nakikipag-(insert verb here) na sa ibang babae/lalaki. Sasabihin mong nakapag-move on ka na pero pag nagkwentuhan tungkol sa pag-ibig, tandadadaaaaan! Siya na naman naiisip mo.</div> <div id="ln62"> </div> <div id="ln63">Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "I'm over him/her..." *tapos iiyak bigla*</div> <div id="ln64"> </div> <div id="ln65"><strong><br />Ayaw<br /><br /></strong></div> <div id="ln66">Dalawa na namang kaso ito. Una, ayaw mo lang talaga magka-"someone". Hindi ko na pipilitin ungkatin 'yung dahilan pero may mga pagkakataon lang talaga na ayaw mo. Ikalawa naman, baka...ayaw kasi sa'yo nung gusto mo. And that's the shizzest thing ever! Pwedeng ayaw niya sa'yo dahil may girlpren/boypren siya, busy siya or whatever, o kaya ayaw ka lang niya talaga at wala ka nang magagawa kung ganun.</div> <div id="ln67"> </div> <div id="ln68">Laging maririnig na nagsasabing: "Ayoko pa magkaboypren/girlpren e." o "Hindi naman niya ako gusto."</div> <div id="ln69"> </div> <div id="ln70"> </div> <div id="ln71"> </div> <div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln72"><br />Ikaw, saan ka?</div></td></tr></tbody></table>=charm=http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206753499752054977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895265807823739360.post-26616665002694518582008-08-27T23:54:00.000-07:002008-09-02T20:49:39.309-07:00hahahay<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">gahapon gisapot ko after sa work nag uli ko na wala jud tawon sa mood.. ambot lng pud ngano.. basta wala lang ko sa mood.. hahahayyy..mga dili maayo man gud ang ako maisip.toinks!. nag pray na lang jud ko kay LORD na mawala to na feeling.. it took me 4 hours na cge kunot ang nawong pati ako mga boardmates na tingala.. nyahahahaha... feeling nila nag drama lang ko..pero karun ok na ko kay wala koy urgent tasks.. hehehe.. cge algn net2x w/ my bibo student assistant..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">ay unsahay ma bad trip diay ko sa mga tao na dili kabalo mag pasalamat or mo appreciate.. hahahay,.. bad attitude ni na dapat nako ma get over..dba?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">wala lang.. wala lang jud ko lingaw diay karun.. balik2x lang ang music na gina pa tug2x sa bayot dria ay! hehehe.. broken hearted man gud daw kuno xa.. ma apil na lang pud ta ani ka broken.. hahahah</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">hahahayyy.. mao jud cguro nang gugma..gugma.. gugma...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">i'm afraid of taking chances pa..gosh! grrrrrrrr....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">mingaw ko now.. mingaw ko sa akong mga kapamilya...hapit na mo abot c mother..manaba na pud ko! huhuhuhu.. ok lang lami jud basta mama ang mag serve sa imoha dba? ay ui! gimingaw na jud nuon ko... hahahay.. cge till here..</span>=charm=http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206753499752054977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895265807823739360.post-41182032186977255592008-08-12T23:57:00.000-07:002008-09-02T20:40:09.818-07:00A Lesson for a Lifetime<h2 style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="title" align="center"><br /></h2> <h5 class="text" style="padding-left: 0%; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" align="left"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;"> When I arrived at 6 a.m. in the large hospital kitchen, Rose was already checking name tags on the trays against the patient roster. Stainless steel shelves held rows of breakfast trays which we would soon be serving. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;">"Hi, I'm Janet." I tried to sound cheerful, although I already knew Rose's reputation for being impossible to work with. "I'm scheduled to work with you this week." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;">Rose, a middle-aged woman with graying hair, stopped what she was doing and peered over her reading glasses. I could tell from her expression she wasn't pleased to see a student worker. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;"> "What do you want me to do? Start the coffee?" </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;"> Rose sullenly nodded and went back to checking name tags. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;">I filled the 40-cup pot with cold water and began making the coffee when Rose gruffly snapped, "That's not the way to make coffee." She stepped in and took over. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;"> "I was just doing it the way our supervisor showed us to do it," I said in astonishment. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;"> "The patients like the coffee better the way I do it," she replied curtly. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;">Nothing I did pleased her. All morning her eagle eyes missed nothing and her sharp words stung. She literally trailed me around the kitchen. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;">Later, after breakfast had been served and the dishes had been washed, I set up my share of trays for the next meal. Then I busied myself cleaning the sink. Certainly Rose couldn't criticize the way I did that. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;"> When I turned around, there stood Rose, rearranging all of the trays I had just set up! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;">Totally exhausted, I trudged the six blocks home from the University of Minnesota Hospital late that June afternoon. As a third year university student working my way through school, I had never before encountered anyone like Rose. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;">Fighting back tears, I wrestled with my dilemma alone in my room. "Lord, what do you want me to do? I can't take much more of Rose." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;">I turned the possibilities over in my mind. Should I see if my supervisor would switch me to work with someone else? Scheduling was fairly flexible. On the other hand, I didn't want to be a quitter. I knew my older co-workers were watching to see if my actions matched my words. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;"> The answer to my prayer caught me completely by surprise -- I needed to love Rose. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;"> Love her? No way! Tolerate, yes, but loving her was impossible. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;"> "Lord, I can't love Rose. You'll have to do it through me." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;">Working with Rose the next morning, I ignored the barbs thrown in my direction and did things Rose's way as much as possible to avoid friction. As I worked, I silently began to surround Rose with a warm blanket of prayers. "Lord, help me love Rose. Lord, bless Rose." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;">Over the next few days an amazing thing began to happen. As I prayed for this irritating woman, my focus shifted from what she was doing to me, and I started seeing Rose as the hurting person she was. The icy tension began to melt away. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;">Throughout the rest of the summer, we had numerous opportunities to work together. Each time she seemed genuinely happy to see me. As I worked with this lonely woman, I listened to her--something no one else had done. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;">I learned that she was burdened by elderly parents who needed her care, her own health problems, and an alcoholic husband she was thinking of leaving. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;">The days slipped by quickly as I finished the last several weeks of my summer job. Leaves were starting to turn yellow and red, and there was a cool, crispness in the air. I soon would be returning as a full-time university student. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;">One day, while I was working alone in one of the hospital kitchens, Rose entered the room. Instead of her blue uniform, she was wearing street clothes. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;"> I looked at her in surprise. "Aren't you working today?" </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;">"I got me another job and won't be working here no more," she said as she walked over and gave me a quick hug. "I just came to say good-bye." Then she turned abruptly and walked out the door. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;">Although I never saw Rose again, I still remember her vividly. That summer I learned a lesson I've never forgotten. The world is full of people like Rose--irritating, demanding, unlovable - yet hurting inside. I've found that love is the best way to turn an enemy into a friend. </span></span><blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 191);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> "Love your enemies! Do good to them! Lend to them! And don't be concerned that they might not repay. Then your reward from heaven will be very great, and you will truly be acting as children of the Most High, for he is kind to the unthankful and to those who are wicked."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Luke 6:</span>35 NLT</span></span></blockquote></h5>=charm=http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206753499752054977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895265807823739360.post-11032998510835763032008-08-12T00:10:00.000-07:002008-09-02T20:39:05.151-07:00a true inspiring luv story...<div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXapfgvDwhJwpIntpdiWstn1e5KDtepatKUMfltoqDgzWYwxtmu-fb5zYd-uTNysC2uatNTGSZszra601JZfJp96XuD-1OxZu1FJ9UdCd05Xyv7bte6gTi37drkxG-Adiixws1tZbn_UKU/s1600-h/1_859453995l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXapfgvDwhJwpIntpdiWstn1e5KDtepatKUMfltoqDgzWYwxtmu-fb5zYd-uTNysC2uatNTGSZszra601JZfJp96XuD-1OxZu1FJ9UdCd05Xyv7bte6gTi37drkxG-Adiixws1tZbn_UKU/s320/1_859453995l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233527169900645314" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYX03nJSlc9k6JDxN1fuDK_NAZivlDygEAe9VnIL9AsVxynT5b8VOpsfv9lJVcN048_dz3VMTQmZWDqCB0RYrzepaF7_6kam6XE_2pSWn0Iw7pzS-efgQ2hwNbjipXinv7-MXx2IZ37Be4/s1600-h/1_527054949m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYX03nJSlc9k6JDxN1fuDK_NAZivlDygEAe9VnIL9AsVxynT5b8VOpsfv9lJVcN048_dz3VMTQmZWDqCB0RYrzepaF7_6kam6XE_2pSWn0Iw7pzS-efgQ2hwNbjipXinv7-MXx2IZ37Be4/s320/1_527054949m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233527172385056258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">“ you are the reason why I wake up each</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">day with a smile. You are one of the few things that make me so alive.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">And just the thought of you always makes me feel better everyday.”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Maybe this is what really love is. For some, having someone around who</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">loves you truly and unconditionally might be a good reason enough to go</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">on living.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">In every love story, there is always an exciting story that lies behind it. And Ian and Jemini is not an exception to that.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">When I knew that the couple wanted me to</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">be part of this special day, I was silently screaming in the four walls</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">of my quiet room for happiness and excitement. The moment I knew that I</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">man hosting, I immediately thought of asking their love story. And</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">lucky enough I was granted. And we are given privilege now to take a</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">short glimpse in their love story. The bride, sent me this email.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">“Ian and I started out as friends. We</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">crossed paths when we were in high school. We acted as if we were just</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">plainly friends and there was nothing special. We never imagined or</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">wished that we will end up together someday. Ian and I may have lots of</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">differences but we got along well. We both enjoyed each others company</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">and loved every minute of it .I knew then that Ian worked hard at the</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">very young age, not only for himself but for his family as well. Seeing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">all these, I learned to adore his strength and being responsible at</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">that age. I was able to looked and compare my life to his. I knew I was</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">living a secure life for I have my family who was there to guide me and</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">will provide my needs. That’s how I saw the difference.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">It was in college years when things got</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">a bit serious, and the feelings are getting out of hand. Ian started</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">fetching me off from church and brought me home safe and sound. I</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">thought it was nothing but just simply a gesture of a caring friend.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">But for Ian it was the other way around. Until such time that he can’t</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">keep his feelings for himself alone. He had to let out or else he’ll be</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">out of his mind sooner. And so he did. The right time has come.. After</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">seven long months of serious, heartfelt of formal courtship, I gave my</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">wonderful yes to Ian. It pave way to both of us to enjoy the times of</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">being together and bringing the friendship to a different level. I</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">never knew I would be very happy. We both took the challenge and</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">accepted the chance to whatever fate will bring us.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Life was not always a bed of roses for</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Ian and I. We came across the ups and downs of our relationship. We</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">have faced the best and the worst while we were together. We’ve faced</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">the battle of break-ups three times and came to a point of almost</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">quitting and letting it all go. But things didn’t happen the way I</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">thought it would be. God has other plans for both of us. And that is to</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">stick together and continue fighting for the love we had. God made ways</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">to let us realize the importance of each other that life will never be</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">the same if not together. God helped us see the goodness of loving</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">truly and accepting who we really are. No matter what differences we</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">have to take. We both learned that love is unconditional, love has no</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">bounds, it has no limits, no what ifs, no how’s, and no buts. As long</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">as we keep holding on and keep that faith to God, everything is</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">possible.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">After six years of being together, we</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">both decided to bind our love with forever commitment. My plans are not</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">solely for myself now, but along with that is my loving husband. We</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">promise to put</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">God to be the center of our lives. Here</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">I am now married to my loving “honey”, my very best friend. There is</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">nothing I could ask for, for I am the happiest woman in the world.”</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>=charm=http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206753499752054977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895265807823739360.post-88992562521459360762008-08-01T00:05:00.001-07:002008-11-18T12:02:49.392-08:00mY kAlOg fRiEnDs<div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH7yDUsPrx916VbSv0Pa5pJtOiSRBie5Ey6cCzoEwlOZzOyYjF9NFKYWCOl8TLp8H3cwSluJ3gtxFwAbUGYcYGdjw6k83sT15IO_d4BlcQtiT3CqHKwvImD0l_3LwQ7Le6YJhixP0iY1I6/s1600-h/DSC07162.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH7yDUsPrx916VbSv0Pa5pJtOiSRBie5Ey6cCzoEwlOZzOyYjF9NFKYWCOl8TLp8H3cwSluJ3gtxFwAbUGYcYGdjw6k83sT15IO_d4BlcQtiT3CqHKwvImD0l_3LwQ7Le6YJhixP0iY1I6/s200/DSC07162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229442821758535138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx2gCukt14bQ7KzyH6gQ7Ske_dEeVUNvpTOw-Cby8kvZ0ZnvUnzbAigH_xYPUdXEc3HZAl1hU6m3pJ3XUcDd-gaoBKiSaiSh2J6ipnftCJee7U17JiyGRGzP3gZtfiTFG3FIoC6qQjCRQc/s1600-h/000_4306.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx2gCukt14bQ7KzyH6gQ7Ske_dEeVUNvpTOw-Cby8kvZ0ZnvUnzbAigH_xYPUdXEc3HZAl1hU6m3pJ3XUcDd-gaoBKiSaiSh2J6ipnftCJee7U17JiyGRGzP3gZtfiTFG3FIoC6qQjCRQc/s200/000_4306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229442825735525634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZzE1wMHj6_jE_BYWTG2BD6MyEv_PZCYWX_pHEpqtILMhrFwQnUHt6lqjNNsqlwuINu6IvLzEO_nnHdA2nf4_dtggJkF-Rs0U2Xu_uAj9O28JRx10AK7v4sauliKC2dSQtAoCAaK0twAEl/s1600-h/000_4412.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZzE1wMHj6_jE_BYWTG2BD6MyEv_PZCYWX_pHEpqtILMhrFwQnUHt6lqjNNsqlwuINu6IvLzEO_nnHdA2nf4_dtggJkF-Rs0U2Xu_uAj9O28JRx10AK7v4sauliKC2dSQtAoCAaK0twAEl/s200/000_4412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229442832477226450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjFMmdYFmz0QN5Z_ZWKo4ARN1kNYzzrm9aKP8DwhLQkz0spafVOKRJSV7OWeeNHg1hL5sTLMIuHzT86KWN743rxSo7t0YQGdixpAQ2_jBKFMO_JzF-GxVHp3qkEk9PLuwTggVUA19oFfZy/s1600-h/IMG_4473.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjFMmdYFmz0QN5Z_ZWKo4ARN1kNYzzrm9aKP8DwhLQkz0spafVOKRJSV7OWeeNHg1hL5sTLMIuHzT86KWN743rxSo7t0YQGdixpAQ2_jBKFMO_JzF-GxVHp3qkEk9PLuwTggVUA19oFfZy/s200/IMG_4473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229442832866983762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Friends are the people who we love to meet again and again in our life. If we have good friends around us, we are lucky. We can have a number of friends but it is hard to have some good friends.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> We all know that a person’s friendship can reveal his/her personality. Because of this, we find hard to find a good friend. So now, finding a good friend out of “friends” is something necessary. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> First of all, let’s answer some questions. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> You just have to say YES / NO.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> 1 Will your friend share his/her happy and sad moments with you?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> 2 Will your friend render his/her help to you?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> 3 Will your friend help you in all your crucial moments?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> 4 Will your friend blame you, any time or any where? (Even in past)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> 5 Will your friend gossips about you to anybody?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> 6 Will your friend gives you good advice?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> 7 Will your friend encourages your talents?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> 8 Will your friend insult you in front of other people?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> 9 Will your friend tells you everything? (Personal)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> 10 Will your friend allow you to speak frankly?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> 11 Will your friend hear and act according to your advices?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> 12 Will your friend accept your ideas and plans?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> Now, I hope you have some collection of YES/No ‘s. if you have more YES, then, he/she is your ideal friend, else they are not. This is just a simple idea to find the good friends. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> Now, decide your good friends and share your moments with them. Surely, your future will become as bright as sun!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"></span></div>=charm=http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206753499752054977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895265807823739360.post-13805924584495637952008-07-31T23:12:00.000-07:002008-09-02T20:37:20.831-07:00give<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="sqq" >“Give, and it shall be given to you. For whatever measure you deal out to others, it will be dealt to you in return.”</span>=charm=http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206753499752054977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895265807823739360.post-27921993812684335312008-07-31T18:38:00.000-07:002008-11-18T12:02:49.646-08:00*LoVe*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYF0B7dm4oZ4EoLIveM7WsJ1sGh1EQ240vMK6PK6vDL9MdArz0kTrPCp_sLI1_o-liDc_cIHcQSc9ZSQ01IXQHOT7nFQt4OuYpl8NpcM9hvIKKmQbc7Eor_eDp9Xa9CJh-OL1YsynSjXY/s1600-h/070620081410.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYF0B7dm4oZ4EoLIveM7WsJ1sGh1EQ240vMK6PK6vDL9MdArz0kTrPCp_sLI1_o-liDc_cIHcQSc9ZSQ01IXQHOT7nFQt4OuYpl8NpcM9hvIKKmQbc7Eor_eDp9Xa9CJh-OL1YsynSjXY/s320/070620081410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229359592371710690" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="quote"></p><blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="quote">"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. </p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="quote">Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.<br /> - Captain Corelli's Mandolin. "Love is the beauty of the soul."<br /> <br /> --St. Augustine</p></blockquote><p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="quote"></p>=charm=http://www.blogger.com/profile/05206753499752054977noreply@blogger.com3