<?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-2469119050887516472</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:47:43.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥♥My bLog,My LyF,My LoVe♥♥</title><subtitle type='html'>i love life…the ups &amp;amp; downs, the drama, the laughter, the tears, the surprises (both good &amp;amp; bad)…u just never know what’s gonna happen next…and that’s what makes my life worth living!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-7898924847179803418</id><published>2009-11-22T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:57:19.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“What I Say And What I Mean”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walking from the past &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I don’t think I’ve said my goodbyes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I just find That they keep &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sneaking up from behind Closing up the wounds &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I suppose it’s supposed to take some more time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then what do I find That we’ve closed every door in our lives&lt;br /&gt;And I know you’re the only one for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But standing in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Never going back and forth I’m only going forward &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That’s what I keep saying Never going back and forth &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only going back That’s what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Something haunts my dreams Don’t know what it means&lt;br /&gt;Itching at the scabs Only makes my troubles run high &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz scratching at my sheets &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes my bark much worse than my bite Itching for a fight &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As your nails are running over my spine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz the doors are open And they keep swirling back to my mind&lt;br /&gt;But I know you’re the only one for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But standing in my sleep…&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-7898924847179803418?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/7898924847179803418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=7898924847179803418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7898924847179803418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7898924847179803418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-say-and-what-i-mean.html' title='“What I Say And What I Mean”'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-5945905334742201424</id><published>2009-10-21T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:24:43.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“A Years”</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just opened my eyes, stretching my body as I’m still lying on my bed staring at nowhere! Suddenly my tears started to fall and felt pain within, how could this be happening? I’ve been tru this for sometime, anxiously I’m having this heart felt pain…As I realize time had pass, its been a years, that I said to myself “I’ll get over with this”. But it seems saddly I keep on falling and failing, how can it be possible for someone to feel too intense, and never even move forward! It’s been 5 years,still it’s the same person who makes me extremely happy and miserable. Just a thought of him at countless times makes me realize that I was never good enough…At this actual moment I have learn to accept that 5years of waiting and wanting that love to florish and blossom will never turn to reality, fairytales doesn’t come true or maybe it’s better to say it’s not meant to happen. I need to simply let it go, and try to step forward even if, it means a day to day struggle.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me now? People see me with a vivacious persona, an endless cheerful smile, you see me with few worries on my back and rarely do care about defeat and depression. Once, I fail surely I’ll get back on my feet more firm though it may have left battered,bruised &amp;amp; scarred. All those hardships, betrayals, disappointments esp. After loosing my dad made me a stronger person! I more appreciate the beauty of life together with its tragedies and uncertainties. Hey, Life itself is not perfect so do KARISMA!&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still believe that my time will come. I’ll walk that same isle that you women have walked at. Exchanging I do’s while wearing that white wedding gown too. I’ll see friends and relatives on occassions together with my man carrying our bundle of joy…one day. hopefully at this lifetime…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-5945905334742201424?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/5945905334742201424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=5945905334742201424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5945905334742201424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5945905334742201424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/10/years.html' title='“A Years”'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-4557499847970118493</id><published>2009-10-13T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:33:08.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure all the moments you have.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This title used to be my favourite phase...&amp;amp; i do feel the truthness of it&lt;br /&gt;At times i try to really do just that....but sometimes things comes in or should i say reality hits in and i guess i'm just a normal cathy who have to submit to real life too...&lt;br /&gt;Certain period of my life, i try to slow down a bit, find my old friends or long lost one, just to see how they are....&lt;br /&gt;Spend more time with my parents, do things with them or just be at home...&lt;br /&gt;start doing things that i like, taking up hobbies, but realized i havent been reading much books anymore...i used to read books like mad &amp;amp; i can even skip meals...&lt;br /&gt;indulge myself in my favourite treat...chocolates, slowly devour the flavour of different chocolate...let the taste just tingle by taste buds...mmmm...yum...&lt;br /&gt;if the road wasnt as noisy or dusty, i'd love to open the windows, let the wind blow through my hair, feel the air caressing my cheeks...hopefully get a wisp of fresh flowers...&lt;br /&gt;Love the feelings that i have when i was in philippines....the carefree feel whereby you can do what you want, go where you like.....when there's nothing much to do...just walking in the streets...feel the coolness of winter air...listen to the chirping of birds or seeing the group of elderly ladies boarding the bus together and starting chatting cheerfully...it's a great sight...&lt;br /&gt;It's just like seeing 2 elderly couples holding hands tightly &amp;amp; lovingly while they walk the parks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Try lying on the greens with no boundaries (but make sure there's no bird poo!)....&lt;br /&gt;window shop at your own leisure time...&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy and let the atmosphere sink in....during the festive periods...&lt;br /&gt;Just feel...especially during christmas, is such an enjoyable feeling...the feel of warmth &amp;amp; christmasy......even halloween is fun, everyone just join in &amp;amp; be part of the event...&lt;br /&gt;I wish things could be warmer here, other than the weather.....the feeling of seeing a smiley face, of saying hi to people whom you dont know without being thought as a threat...&amp;amp; people acknowledging the hi....It's fun &amp;amp; great to make someone's day...&lt;br /&gt;So, start saying hi to strangers, give people a compliment if you have one today...&lt;br /&gt;Make the world...a better one.....&amp;amp; give yourself, a better feeling &amp;amp; moment...startiing from now.....&lt;br /&gt;Happy day everyone! &amp;amp; oh..dont forget....SMILE!!!!Enjoy life to its fullest...do what you always dont dare to do, say something nice that you meant to say....at least you tried....=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-4557499847970118493?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/4557499847970118493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=4557499847970118493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/4557499847970118493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/4557499847970118493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/10/treasure-all-moments-you-have.html' title='Treasure all the moments you have.....'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-1227124674294245046</id><published>2009-05-03T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:49:04.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-i am a soul of good and evil.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-I am a lover of life,my life is never dull and is always surprising.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Im a very diverse person but i can easily adopt to whatever environment im into and with whoever im with...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-im workaholic...that other people don't know..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-im passionate in everything I do....especially when it comes to loving....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-I am a believer of Christ but I don't wanna be a hypocrite not to say that I'm a sinner....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-I am ambitious but I dream and wish sumting dat i knw i can achieve...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-I love my family and i LOVE deeply to the ONE I LOVE and I will fight and kill for them if I need to..i'll bet my lyf on it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-i can be a friend to those i like..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-i think i value more one's inner personality than the outer cover of a person.. can be cocky at times but u can expect me to apologize.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-i may have own beliefs,and way of thinking.. and we may contradict each other but it wouldn't end of everything... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-i may not perfect..'coz im just human.. but i can be the best if i want to so.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;-don't hate me becoz I LOVE who i am..!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-1227124674294245046?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/1227124674294245046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=1227124674294245046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1227124674294245046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1227124674294245046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-soul-of-good-and-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-2347003817855898940</id><published>2009-03-02T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:56:21.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~LOVE~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tuesday,march 03,2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Love is Like This...... Current mood: touched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~~LOVE~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you think of your past love, you may view it as a failure. But when you find a new love, you view the past as a teacher. In the game of love, it doesn't really matter who won or who lost. What is important is you know WHEN TO HOLD ON and WHEN TO LET GO! You know you really love someone when you want HIM or HER TO BE HAPPY, even if their happiness means that YOU'RE NOT PART OF IT. Everything happens for the best. If the person you love doesn't love you back, DON'T BE AFRAID TO LOVE SOMEONE ELSE AGAIN, for you'll never know unless you give it a try. You'll never love a person you love unless you RISK A LOVE. Love strives in hurting. If YOU DON'T GET HURT, you DON'T LEARN HOW TO LOVE. Love doesn't hurt all the time. Though the hurting is still there to test you, to help you grow. You cannot finish a book without closing it's chapters. If you want to go on, then you have to LEAVE THE PAST AS YOU TURN THE PAGES. Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. It is a lifetime venture in which we are always learning, discovering and growing. The GREATEST IRONY OF LOVE IS LETTING GO WHEN YOU NEED TO HOLD ON and HOLDING ON WHEN YOU NEED TO LET GO. We lose someone we love only when we are DESTINED TO FIND SOMEONE ELSE who can love us even more than we can love ourselves. On FALLING OUT OF LOVE, take some time to heal and then get back on the horse. But don't ever make the same mistake of riding the same one that threw you the first time. To love is to RISK REJECTIONS, to live is to RISK DYING, to hope is to RISK FAILURE. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is risk nothing! To reach for another is to risk involvement, to expose your feelings is to expose true self, to Love is to risk not to be LOVED IN RETURN. How to define love: fall but do not stumble, be CONSTANT but not too persistent, SHARE and never be unfair, UNDERSTAND and try not to demand, HURT but never keep the pain. Love is like a knife. It can stab the heart or it can carve wonderful images into the soul that always last for a lifetime. Love is supposed to be the MOST WONDERFUL FEELING.It should inspire you and give you joy and strength. But sometimes the things that give you joy can also hurt you in the end.Loving people means GIVING THEM THE FREEDOM, who they choose to be and where they choose to be. For all the heartaches and the tears, for gloomy days and fruitless years, you should give thanks, for you know, that these were the things that helped you grow. Loving someone means giving him the freedom to find HIS/HER way, whether it leads towards you or AWAY FROM YOU. Love is a PAINFUL TO RISK to take but the risk must be taken no matter how scary or painful, for only then you'll experience the fullness of humanity and that is love. Only love can HURT YOUR HEART fill you with desire and TEAR YOU APART. Only love can MAKE YOU CRY and only love knows why. If you're NOT READY TO CRY, if you're NOT READY TO TAKE THE RISK, if you're NOT READY TO FEEL THE PAIN,, then you're NOT READY TO FALL IN LOVE. There was a time in our lives when we became AFRAID TO FALL IN LOVE coz every time we do, WE GET HURT, then I figured that's why it's called FALLING IN LOVE. When you decide to love, ALLOW IT TO GROW.. When you promise to love, REFUSE TO LET IT DIE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-2347003817855898940?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/2347003817855898940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=2347003817855898940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/2347003817855898940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/2347003817855898940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/03/love.html' title='~~LOVE~~'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-3028251613691270014</id><published>2009-03-01T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:30:23.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO ARE WE TO JUDGE PEOPLE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God knows we're not perfect, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but we are BEAUTIFUL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are all made to experience life's surprises...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each of us has our own beauty...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's up to us how to look for it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are all human...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;allowed to make our own decisions...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to find what's in store for us...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to dream what we would like our future to be...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to find those people who would help us find ourselves...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to give without asking for anything...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to love and not being loved in return...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to think without really thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to commit mistakes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to learn from them...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We all have our own chaos... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it is for us to pick things up...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God has His own time... might be, He is not done with them yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-3028251613691270014?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/3028251613691270014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=3028251613691270014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3028251613691270014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3028251613691270014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-are-we-to-judge-people.html' title='WHO ARE WE TO JUDGE PEOPLE?'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-6642249749570229611</id><published>2009-02-26T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:03:42.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving it all behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One of the things i find interesting is how we are taught how to make profits and gains and i've nothing against it. But, have you ever thought why we were never taught to let go?&lt;br /&gt;Sure it's easy to say the spoils are for the victors and that when we have achived everything we set out for ourselves, we will be happy. We're faced with never ending complications in life, and ever so often we're told to hold on, never let go, fight till your last breath, when the easiest and sometimes the best way to go.. is just to let go?&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in a situation where you thought that maybe if you fought it better, or persisted abit longer, or if just held on longer, that everything will be over soon and things will get better?&lt;br /&gt;I'm in no way condoning that everybody is better off being  a quitter, but sometimes we have to come to the realization that perhaps its time to take a step back in order to gain 5 steps forward.&lt;br /&gt;Even more so if we were heading in the wrong direction to begin with. The reason i reckon to be the cause of our hard headedness to push on comes from the voice within.. or rather our egos that will not bear to suffer the shame of being called a quitter. What's worst than being called a quitter is that your own mind calls you a quitter right?&lt;br /&gt;I read something interesting jsut the other day pertaining to this : " think of your ego as your goofy best friend who lends moral support but doesn’t know anything "&lt;br /&gt;And its worth noting that sometimes we rely on our gut feeling that we're right, or the cause is worth fighting for and in the end we come to realize that we were wrong all the while.&lt;br /&gt;In ending, please don't be quitters by any means... but just be sure you're heading in the right direction before being so darn hard headed that you ignore all the warning signs.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe giving up could be the best thing that you ever did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-6642249749570229611?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/6642249749570229611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=6642249749570229611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6642249749570229611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6642249749570229611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/02/leaving-it-all-behind.html' title='Leaving it all behind'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-5717492456619548021</id><published>2009-02-18T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:12:31.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>y lyf so harsh?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;             &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; ...ive bin nLuv w/so many guyz but ive nvr see myslf dat one day il b seriuos in hving a rLtionship.. i reaLyz dat im not riLy a pLayer!!! same as ordinary gRLz i knw dat i Loved sum1 so dip &amp;amp; true..nver  imagine mysLf 2bcome dumb bcoz of diz s2pid ting cAlled Love.. but inspyt of the pains it cause me,im not afraid 2Love all over agen!!! it is such a wonderful feeling dat uplift mysoul 2 d highest divinity of Lyf...even f diz guy mkes me fiL dat im juz a crap, i stil love him &amp;amp; he wil aLways hve my heart,he can hve it anytym..am i riLy a fool 2 tke Love a 2nd chance?! watever diz pipz says i dont care coz dey nvr knw wat diz love bringz me &amp;amp; mkes me ril gud..after all,hu would nvr want 2b loved in return?  you knw wat?! i nvr fil loved in return by diz guy dat i love most coz i dont even knw if he meant wat he says dat he loves me..i was stil hoping dat it was true,if evr he's not its alryt coz i knw we cn nvr ask sum1 2stay w/ us 4ever if dey already got a reason 2 leave,but of corz,we shud accept dat the real world promiz us 1thing to be permanent &amp;amp; dat is death and the rest of the things wil undergo changes,Ryt?! sometyms,i cnt help but wonder wer did i go wrong...i juz gve all dat i can but maybe it was'nt my best coz if it is my best i may not be this LoneLy... i stil wana be optimistic, so i dont regrets doz thing bcoz i bliv dat u shud nver regret the things dat made u hapi &amp;amp; dat d things dat we only regrets is not d wrong things we've done but the ryt things dat we shud hve done but we nver did...my story doesnt end hir coz me &amp;amp; d guy im toking abt was stil on a rLtionship but i was stil hanging &amp;amp; w8ng on his dcsions by now!  its riLy tough 2b single wen evry1 expects u 2b w/ sumbody but being single doesnt mean u hve no1 rather an oppurtunity2say dat ure free 2 taste any1,hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&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/2469119050887516472-5717492456619548021?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/5717492456619548021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=5717492456619548021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5717492456619548021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5717492456619548021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/02/y-lyf-so-harsh.html' title='y lyf so harsh?!'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-1216083543888509640</id><published>2009-02-14T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:20:03.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never almost had you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   Can you tell me.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;How can one miss what she's never had?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;How could I reminisce when there is no past ?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;How could I have memories of being happy with you boy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Could someone tell me how can this be?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;How could my mind pull up incidents?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Recall dates and times that never happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And how could I really mean the words I'm bout to say?&lt;br /&gt;I missed the times that we almost shared....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I miss the love that was almost there.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I miss the times that we used to kiss.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;At least in my dreams.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just let me take the time and reminisce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I miss the times that we never had.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What happened to us we were almost there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Whoever said it's impossible to miss when you never had.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Never almost had you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-1216083543888509640?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/1216083543888509640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=1216083543888509640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1216083543888509640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1216083543888509640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-almost-had-you.html' title='Never almost had you....'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-610200173355358125</id><published>2009-02-13T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:25:42.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;..i misS u.. iT's cRazY to pReTenDthAt i Don'T tHinK oF yOu.. tHe mOrEtHiS feEliNg wOulD sEem tO gRoW aNdGrOw.. i MiSs u.. Oh hOw mUch lOnGercAn I hOlD oN tO.. mAyBe yoU cOuLdcOmE And TelL mE ThAt U miSS Me toO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-610200173355358125?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/610200173355358125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=610200173355358125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/610200173355358125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/610200173355358125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-you.html' title='I MISS YOU'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-6324775948606220651</id><published>2009-02-08T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:18:22.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-=-=Sometimes we just have to be alone=-=-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Let us always remember that sometimes we just have to stop pushing ourselves to love or be loved by someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just have to be alone to be able to think about what we really want in life, to be able to realize what or who will really make us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is only when we start loving ourselves that we are able to realize that real &amp;amp; last thing happiness starts from within ourselves, &amp;amp; becomes even more complete when we share it with someone who truly loves us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-6324775948606220651?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/6324775948606220651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=6324775948606220651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6324775948606220651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6324775948606220651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-we-just-have-to-be-alone.html' title='-=-=Sometimes we just have to be alone=-=-'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-6296726712494165551</id><published>2009-02-05T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:01:02.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust on His word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;Trust On His Word&lt;br /&gt;Why do bad things happen to good people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;God never makes a promise of an easy life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;Nor does He promise we will not have trouble and strife, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;What He doe promise is that He will be by our side, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;To help with problems and to stem the tide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;Of doubts and fears that strew the path, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;Along life's way and to strengthen our heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;To take His word and to test it's truth each and every day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;As we travel the road, along life’s way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;And we have His promise, in His word assured &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;That when we meet in Heavan we will gain our just reward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;So keep your faith no matter what may befall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;His love will always uphold us and Triumph over all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-6296726712494165551?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/6296726712494165551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=6296726712494165551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6296726712494165551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6296726712494165551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/02/trust-on-his-word.html' title='Trust on His word'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-70749516201910237</id><published>2009-02-01T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:51:41.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Warning Signs He Is Not Committing To You Anytime Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you are madly in love with a guy it is easy to ignore all the hints he is giving you that tell you don¡¦t expect commitment anytime soon. Most guys are pretty honest about commitment but many women stay in the relationship hoping that he will come around in time. I¡¦ve worked with women who have hang in there for several years (on-and-off) until the day he actually says ¡§I do¡¨ to someone else, but even then they keep hoping that he will leave her and come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There are many warning signs men give out but here are just a few most common ones. See if you can identify with any one or several of them. He tells you, you are beautiful, wonderful, loving, kind, compassionate etc. and the guy who gets you will be very lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;translation: that guy is not me&lt;br /&gt;He dodges talking about his past, avoids direct questions, makes decisions alone and talks about a future that does not include you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;translation: you better be out of here before that time&lt;br /&gt;He is still in frequent and regular contact with one or more of his ex girlfriends and won¡¦t include you in the friendship or introduce you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;translation: you are not the ¡§number one¡¨ in my life&lt;br /&gt;He is still angry at his ex girlfriends, blames them for the problems in the relationship and sees himself as a victim of ¡§women¡¨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;translation: you are a woman too, and you are my problem&lt;br /&gt;He tells you he cannot commit until he is sure that he can take care of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;translation: I can¡¦t even take care of myself, don¡¦t expect me take care of you&lt;br /&gt;He talks and treats you differently (not lovingly or respectfully) in front of his friends and family from when you are alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;translation: I don't care much what they think of you as a potential ¡§wife¡¨ or mother of my children, you will never be&lt;br /&gt;He tells you he wants to take things slowly meet other woman and have a kind of ¡§open¡¨ relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;translation: I think there is someone out there who is a better match for me&lt;br /&gt;Six months into the relationship and he is still ¡§just looking to see what happens¡¨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;translation: I am not really that into you and the moment I meet someone else I am out of here&lt;br /&gt;He tells you not to get emotionally ¡§attached¡¨ to him every time you tell him you love him&lt;br /&gt;translation: what do you expect me to say, that I love you, too, please!&lt;br /&gt;He tells you face to face that he is not interested in settling down any time soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;translation: if you want get married go find yourself someone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes you know deep down that the relationship is going nowhere, you want to end it and move on but because you and this guy have such a strong soul connection you feel stuck. One part of you says ¡§go¡¨ another part says ¡§but he is my soul mate¡¨. Well he could be your soul mate but not all soul mates are there to stay for a lifetime. May be your soul has learned what it wanted to learn from that relationship and is ready to move on. Or may be each of you needs to do their soul work separately and if it¡¦s meant to be you will later on merge again. You will never know until you really take time to be honest with yourself and look at your relationship for what it ¡§really is now¡¨ rather than what ¡§might have been¡¨. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-70749516201910237?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/70749516201910237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=70749516201910237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/70749516201910237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/70749516201910237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-warning-signs-he-is-not-committing.html' title='10 Warning Signs He Is Not Committing To You Anytime Soon'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-3107139645988166067</id><published>2009-01-30T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:05:39.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>worth the wait...(I TRULY TRULY LOVE THIS ONE!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HOPE YOU'LL TAKE TIME TO READ THIS...IT'S ONE OF THOSE THINGS IN LIFE THAT REALLY KEEPS ME GOING...JUST WANTED TO SHARE... :o) GOD BLESS YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT ON THE LORD; BE OF GOOD COURAGE, AND HE SHALL STRENGTHEN YOUR HEART; WAIT, I SAY, ON  THE LORD.( PSALM 27:14 *NKJV )&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dear friend,     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;       As we all know, there are times in this life when we become discouraged, and feel like giving up on a person, place or thing. Then that causes us to lose confidence in ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;       Therefore when you are facing such a situation do not give up, but turn to: HIM WHO IS ABLE TO DO EXCEEDINGLY ABUNDANTLY ABOVE ALL THAT WE ASK OR THINK, ACCORDING TO THE POWER THAT WORKS IN US.   ( EPHESIANS 3:20 ) For it is important that you: DO NOT CAST AWAY YOUR CONFIDENCE WHICH HAS GREAT REWARD.  ( HEBREWS 10:35 )&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;       So my friend, do not give up or become discouraged!  Instead ask for God's help and wait on His timing, and if it still doesn't happen, know that He has something or someone even better planned for you!  For you may: BE CONFIDENT OF THIS VERY THING, THAT HE WHO HAS BEGUN A GOOD WORK IN YOU WILL COMPLETE IT UNTIL THE DAY OF JESUS CHRIST. ( PHILIPPIANS 1:6 )&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;       Therefore: TO HIM BE GLORY IN THE CHURCH BY JESUS CHRIST TO ALL GENERATIONS, FOREVER AND EVER.  AMEN. ( EPHESIANS 3:21 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-3107139645988166067?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/3107139645988166067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=3107139645988166067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3107139645988166067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3107139645988166067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/01/worth-waiti-truly-truly-love-this-one.html' title='worth the wait...(I TRULY TRULY LOVE THIS ONE!)'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-4415615503851509282</id><published>2009-01-24T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:43:55.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretentions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's funny how I cry myself to sleep at night thinking of how messed up this life is for me.  Funny how I still manage to smile in spite of the pain that's tormenting me.  Funny how you're so dense to not feel that you've caused this misery.  Funny how you say sorry for everything - when sorry won't make it better. &lt;br /&gt;You know what?  I'm the kind of girl who feels terribly hurt but still manages to smile.  And every time I do that, breathing can be so hard.  I wanna hate you for every pain you've caused me but I think I love you so much to ever do such a thing for there is ONLY one guy in my life (and that's you MY BAI) and no matter what you do I just can't stop loving you.  And it hurts to know how stupid I am that every time I run away, I just find myself coming back to you.  I want to get over you but maybe I just can't seem to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of every girl who ever hugged you because in that moment she held MY ENTIRE WORLD so that's why I cry myself to sleep every night, it's because every thought of you with her HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;They say love is giving someone the power to hurt you and trusting him not to.  So maybe I'm not scared now because somewhere between all our laughters, talks, stupid little fights and all our jokes you loved me and I feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;For a fact, every tear tells a story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I miss you with all my loving heart and I hope it won't be too late...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-4415615503851509282?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/4415615503851509282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=4415615503851509282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/4415615503851509282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/4415615503851509282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretentions.html' title='pretentions'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-471568708689819405</id><published>2009-01-17T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:29:55.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;there is a time when everything is peaceful,&lt;br /&gt;when u do sumthing while listening to a slow song, doing sumthing you lyke in da peace and quiet and loving it even if u're very active.&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u feel dat u're invincible and happy wif wat u do,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u feel dat u're very happy wif wat u are,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u feel peace and quiet,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u feel lonely and needing sumone and have a fren wif u when u pick up da phone,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u feel ur heartbreak and listen to sum songs and cry wif it,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u feel sad and view da life in a different point,where u sit and look outside at da rain falling or da sun shining, birds chirping and u tot, life used to be simpler, life used to be happier, life used to go da way u want it to,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u luk at ur frens and thinks, are dy really ur fren or juz suck ups?&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u luk at ur fren and be grateful and suddenly burst into tears and everything dat went wrong in ur life juz burst out frm ur mouth and how u regret doing it, how u wish der's dis one person dat will neva break ur heart and alwiz be der for u no matter wat will be near u forever and alwiz,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u hates ur best friend to da max and finally noes y when it's too l8 and da damage's done,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u was left by ur best friend because of sumone else,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u left ur best friend because of some other frens dat turns out to be unreal,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when ur best friend told sumthing else to u and sumthing else to sumone else ryte in front of u,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when ur best friend could juz blame you for everything dat is wrong in her life no matter how many times and all da things u both have go thru,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u have your self confidence, oni to let da newly borned confidence crushed by da past events of life by ur close ones,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when you'll get hurt by ur bf/gf with ur best friend and get lafed at by em when u cries and u've got noone to turn to,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when you'll get hurt by ur bf/gf but dun have noone to turn to,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when you'll get ignored ur bf/gf for no reasons and cry everydae wifout anyone's noeing and got waved off when u try to tell sumone,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when you get hurt for da insensitivity of ur bf/gf but have noone to turn to and when u try to take things in ur own hands wif mixed emos and blurr, things juz get worst and u have noone to turn to,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when your heartbroke but noone's der and all dat's around u is insensitivity + unsupportive + suck up + wave-u-off society,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when your heartbroke and da ones dat cares are far frm u,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when your heartbroke and all u can do is cry alone till ur pillow gets wet and ur eyes swell but noone noticies,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when your heartbreaks and doz dat asks are oni pretendence,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when your heart heals and wif new realisation abt doz around u,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u feel, all u ever really need is urself, but at da same time noes dat u're da kind dat needs frens to live,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u feel dat u have to tell, but there's no ears around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-471568708689819405?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/471568708689819405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=471568708689819405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/471568708689819405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/471568708689819405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/01/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-3834762197424112287</id><published>2009-01-15T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:50:07.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In JESUS name!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It’s natural that certain things just come, it happens then it goes...Sometimes it leave marks, give heartaches and for good reason make learnings for us to realize its purpose. But still everything happens in right time, in right place. Maybe not too easily for me to forget it but for certain time I may accept the fact that I have to face it and react as positive that I can manage it! It is only our selves who can tell how we can handle it and in God’s help we may seek for the answer in all our questions and problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been good to me in all this years. Even if everyone left me hanging, left me alone, left me broken. Still He’s the One, the only one who embraces me and reminds me that the life He gave me is still good. Among all the trials I’ve faced, would I give up now? Certainly not! For I know he keeps the journey with me. I’m not alone! So thank you Lord for being good, for giving me the courage to still hold on with you. Thank you for the strength that even I face one problem after another, I know I’ll have way out of it. I ask you Lord in Jesus name I pray to wipe away all my doubts, forgive me O’ Lord in all my sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those people who hurt me, who help me and touch my life in a way, I thank you for in all these they contributed a lot in the individual that I’m now. No regrets in everything that happened. I’m just hoping a lot in time you’ll grant my heart’s desire. I know Lord in you I can cry, only you can understand, for you are the one who knows the world that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not asking that this time you’ll give me the person I may hold on physically. Just give me patience to wait until it is timed for me. I keep the faith in you O’ Lord… Fill the gaps I’m longing off. In Jesus name, In Jesus name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-3834762197424112287?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/3834762197424112287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=3834762197424112287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3834762197424112287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3834762197424112287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-jesus-name.html' title='In JESUS name!!!'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-1203460327892556560</id><published>2009-01-14T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:53:52.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>''A LIFE WITHOUT YOU..''</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^..A LIFE WITHOUT YOU..^^&lt;br /&gt;Life hurts SO much. I hate the feeling of not being happy! I hate being not the real me. I’ve been myself to ONE person and still am to that one person. Things feel like they change. How do they REALLY think about you? Do they even think of u at all? How do they feel about u? Do they feel completely different from what they tell u so they don’t hurt your feelings? There are so many questions but to scare to ask. I’m not a drama queen and I feel if i ask that i would be becoming one. Maybe I’m just paranoid...I need to grow some boobs and just face it. Why live the life not knowing and dying still wondering Id rather have someone hate me for asking then never knowing RIGHT? I’m sure most of u would agree with me. How can u find someone so perfect and knowing u don’t EVER have a chance with that person b/c your too nice, or your supposedly to pretty for them. i don’t want to be pretty anymore if i had the choice of being pretty or being with someone u really care and would die to be with. I’d pick being with that one person. Being pretty is only skin deep. Personality is ALWAYS there. If someone could just see me for me and not about how pretty I am (which isn’t true) or just because she’s a model I want to be someone/s life, dreams, and hopes. But u sits there thinking HES COMING BACK...is he really? Just put your life with God he knows everything. I was told to give up but i have a huge gut feeling saying u cant do that yet...it takes time right? God has always been there for me. I said I would drop it but then i got butterflies maybe It’s a sign not to drop it. i just want a chance, you cant fall in love with someone in a week month or maybe not even a year. It takes so much time. i know i said it but it was just massive feelings toward someone and when i said it i went numb. Sitting there thinking OMG what did i just do. i scared u away from me. I just pray i get my 2nd chance to share with you. i miss you so much. even though you wont read this. i care about u.I hope you do everything that is right for you. But i do want you to know one thing my favorite person...That is I’m always by your side NO MATTER what. I’m here for you to cry with and share each others future dreams with one another. If I die I’m your guardian angel. ill be the first star u see in the sky every night. Make your wish and ill help u get your wish no matter what it is. I care for you SO MUCH! don’t forget it. EVER...LOVE U DAT MUCH...=(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-1203460327892556560?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/1203460327892556560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=1203460327892556560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1203460327892556560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1203460327892556560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-without-you.html' title='&apos;&apos;A LIFE WITHOUT YOU..&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-4401527838247833153</id><published>2009-01-11T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:49:14.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'''HIDDEN TEARS..''</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Inside her soul is weeping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but on the outside she seems collected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Numbed from all the lonely nights when she felt neglected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No body’s ever seen her cry they say she doesn’t know pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But when alone inside her room her thoughts she can’t sustain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So much hurts, and no one knows the ways in which her hearts aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All this pain built up inside she’s reaching the point of breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But forever her tears are hidden forever they are concealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Her fake smile is her protection from emotions she try’s to shield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why cant this young girl breakdown why can’t people see her weak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She searches for words within herself but silence is all that speaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No words seem to describe her grief so quietly she must remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When she try’s to say how she feels she’s silenced by her shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Depressing is this story of a young girls lacerated heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She want’s to remember how to cry but she doesn’t know where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;These hurts remain within as she’s locked in anguish’s grasp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Trying her hardest to breathe she struggles for her last gasp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All she wants is to let it go,let go of what hurts so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thirsting for the ability To be able to break down and weep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This is the story of a girl who’s held backs so many tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When asked why she’s become so cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;she reply’s “ because I’ve given in to my fears.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-4401527838247833153?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/4401527838247833153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=4401527838247833153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/4401527838247833153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/4401527838247833153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/01/hidden-tears.html' title='&apos;&apos;&apos;HIDDEN TEARS..&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-2978733642238612505</id><published>2009-01-10T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:01:05.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Let You Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A person that means a lot in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and that showed me what it feels liketo be loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Like any great relationship, it was wonderful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;it was like a fantasy or a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now a changed the way I think about life and about myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I learned that you have to open your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and be willing to listen and understand your partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But things are getting in our way and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;we slowly growing apart from each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This poem is about the way I feel. A wish to let him know how much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I miss and feel about him.. If I couldlet you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The star that used to be  ours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Doesn't shine anymore How much I miss the way you used to kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The nights we shred filled with joy and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;bliss If I could let you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The soft warm breeze that used to blow around me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Is now gone and cold If I could let you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The flowers in my way Don't bloom like before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ever since the you acted that way If I could let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;How much I appreciate the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When wewere one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When everything around us was filled with life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We were louder than love but why did you come to me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I guess the destiny is the one to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If I could let you know That I love you and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;that I miss you and that if we couldn't be in this crazy world together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will be up there with you forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-2978733642238612505?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/2978733642238612505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=2978733642238612505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/2978733642238612505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/2978733642238612505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-could-let-you-know.html' title='If I Could Let You Know...'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-3642843468565792968</id><published>2009-01-09T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:01:35.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Life is All About</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life isn't about keeping score.It's not about how many friends you have.Or how accepted you are.&lt;br /&gt;Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you are alone.It isn't about who you're dating, who you used to date, or how many people you've dated, or if you haven't been with anyone at all.It isn't about who you have kissed. It's not about sex.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have,or what kind of car you drive, or where you are sent to school.It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are, or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on, or what kind of music you listen to.It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown.Or if your skin is too light or too dark.&lt;br /&gt;Not about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart everybody else thinks you are,or how smart standardized tests say you are.It's not about what clubs you're in or how good you are at "your" sport.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper and seeing you will "accept the written you."&lt;br /&gt;But, life is about who you love and who you hurt.It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully.It's about keeping or betraying trust.It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.&lt;br /&gt;About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip.It's about what judgments you pass and why.And who your judgments are spread to.It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention.It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow, and spreading it.&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison other people's hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.&lt;br /&gt;Only you choose the way those hearts are affected, and those choices are what life's all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-3642843468565792968?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/3642843468565792968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=3642843468565792968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3642843468565792968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3642843468565792968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-life-is-all-about.html' title='What Life is All About'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-28601131104931313</id><published>2009-01-06T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:03:23.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>** talking about geting hurt - again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yea right..&lt;br /&gt;    what do you think is the worst part of loving someone?&lt;br /&gt;getting hurt and being hurt?&lt;br /&gt;    definitely..&lt;br /&gt;    being hurt.. is when you feel like you lack oxygen in your body.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is when you feel like all the energy in your body evaporates.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is when you feel like you want to punch the wall, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and see your fist bleed, trying to absorb the physical pain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to ignore the gush of an emotional breakdown.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is when you look up in the sky, so that tears won't fall.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it when you crave to have an amnesia so that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you will forget everything, everyone, specially the person &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;causing you that stupid pain..  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is when you think of jumping off the highest building &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and just let the air fly you away from the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chaotic being you've turned yourself into.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is when you want to eat a gallon or &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two of your most favorite flavored ice cream &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;while watching the most dramatic movie ever.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is when you want to speak to somebody to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;share the emotional pain you're feeling, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but then on second thought, you feel like that you don't want to.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is when you want to go to your favorite spot just to cry your heart out.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is when you want to shout so loud but you cannot do so, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because you're just so hurt to do so.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is when you want to have a heart and brain transplant immediately.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is when you wanna listen to sentimental songs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just to find out that in the end, you're just dehydrating your body system.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is when you try to convince your self to forget, move on, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and eventually divert your attention to another guy, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but you just can't, and the worse part is that you don't know why.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's when you want to die, but it won't just happen because it just won't.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is when you want to be numb of everything but you just can't be.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why? because, despite all of what you're going through - emotional pain, complexities, immaturities, etc.-, you still love him.. damn....huhhuhu....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-28601131104931313?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/28601131104931313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=28601131104931313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/28601131104931313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/28601131104931313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/01/talking-about-geting-hurt-again.html' title='** talking about geting hurt - again..'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-2064398433517253993</id><published>2009-01-04T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:07:15.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Time I Loved Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Poem: Somewhere I have never traveled; gladly beyond any experience. Your eyes have their silence and your most frail gesture of things which enclose me but which I cannot touch because they are too near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;The first time I loved forever / was when you whispered my name / and I knew at once you loved me / for the me of who I am / the first time I loved forever / I cast all else aside / and I bid my heart to follow / be there no more need to hide&lt;br /&gt;And if wishes and dreams / Are merely for children / and if love's a tale for fools / I'll live the dream with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Poem: If your words be to close me / I, my life will shut, very beautifully / Suddenly, as when the heart of this flower / Imagines the snow carefully, everywhere / descending.&lt;br /&gt;For all my life and forever / There's a truth I will always know / When my world divides and shatters / your love is where I'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Poem: I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens. Only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses. Nobody, not even the rain has such small hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-2064398433517253993?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/2064398433517253993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=2064398433517253993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/2064398433517253993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/2064398433517253993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-time-i-loved-forever.html' title='The First Time I Loved Forever'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-9120723445536086466</id><published>2008-12-30T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:36:54.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to save money wisely</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;here are 10 tips i want to share with you.these are all based from my experiences, so i hope u learn something .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1.be disciplined---it tkes time, i knw.but jst try doing it step by step.everything starts from oneself.so be challenge.try not to barrow money.for starters,piggy bank can help a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2.be patient--ez money, ezly gone.hard earned money,its worth d wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;3.always giv a portion for God---or else God will take ol ur blessings.so count ur blessings and give thanks.bring back all d glory to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;4.savings first before expenses---everytime u got ur salary,if possible separate30%of it for savings,and consume only 70% for expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;5.first things first---be practical.prioritize d "need" rather than d "want".if ther's excess or extra then dat's cd time u but what u want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;6.don't forget to treat urself from what u'v earned "once in a while".u deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;7.make a budget plan---esp. if ur an independent person,it's a need.buy only the things dat is enuf for ur budget.if it exceeds,change ur badget plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;8.respect money and money will respect u---it means take good care of it, don't abuse it.in everything there's an end, so learn to value it as long as it is still there or else in will fly away from u.put it neatly in ur wallet.take note,nver leave ur walllet empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;9.never lend money unless its already an extra from ur budget, after spending for expenses and after saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;10.invest ur money--u can put it in d bank for safe keeping or invest it in business dat u love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*always remember big things comes from small things.dat's why small things do matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-9120723445536086466?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/9120723445536086466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=9120723445536086466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/9120723445536086466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/9120723445536086466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-save-money-wisely.html' title='how to save money wisely'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-8853943904955293981</id><published>2008-12-29T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:43:29.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;My heart aches within from missing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;My lips long for the feel of kissing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Right now all I need is to gently touch your skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;To look into your eyes and see deep within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Just one warm embrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Just to look upon your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Just one little touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;From the one I love so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;If I could gaze upon your smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;For just a little while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;To know that you miss me too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;As I'm thinking of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;To hear the sound of you breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Knowing you'll never leave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;To see you walk up to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Then embrace you tenderly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;To just be with the one who's sent my heart reeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;And brought about this downpour of emotion and feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I sit here alone in my office tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;And pray that somehow this all turns out right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I've never been one to do more taking than giving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm not well off but I work hard for a living,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I've told you many thoughts that weren't borrowed or bought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;And in lifetime, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;who would have thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;That I have found someone who was just meant for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I can't explain the magic or why this should be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;But there is one thing that I know for certain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;That this just ain't over till one of us draws the final curtain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;For I've seen an angel and I want you to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;If it's my choice to make, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I'll never let you go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Don't know what life holds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;maybe there's no reason or rhyme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;To think you may be mine in a matter of time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;And though I cannot touch you and we are now apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;My Love, you do dwell, so deep within my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-8853943904955293981?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/8853943904955293981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=8853943904955293981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/8853943904955293981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/8853943904955293981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-you.html' title='Missing you'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-7874450685942143751</id><published>2008-12-28T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:35:09.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Still Be Friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;I was Cold and hurting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;lost out in the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Wandering and Searching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;for heaven's light.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the night sky clearing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;When you spread your rainbow wings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;But little did i know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;what joy would you bring.&lt;br /&gt;From that moments on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;A friendship did start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;You kissed away my tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;and sheltered my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I bless the day god,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;sent him from above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;But then i grew fearful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;for i had fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;I told you this feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;and what did you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;You said you like our friendship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;and that's how it would stay.&lt;br /&gt;I cried for a friendship that i thought i lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;But then, felt your warm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;gentle hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;You then whispered in my ear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;That by my side, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;you'll forever stand....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-7874450685942143751?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/7874450685942143751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=7874450685942143751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7874450685942143751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7874450685942143751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-we-still-be-friends.html' title='Can We Still Be Friends?'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-4174251898577100329</id><published>2008-12-27T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:13:54.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To lOve someonE is to hoLd on...bUt sOmetimEs it is to lEt Go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There are things in life that are hard to explain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and there are questions that seem to have no answers at all.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we wonder why such thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;shave to happen and why do other's don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why do we meet people but eventually lose them in the end?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To love someone and to be loved by that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;someone is great luck for not everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;who love gets love on the rebound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But what happens when that someone suddenly utters "goodbye"?&lt;br /&gt;After all that has been done, all the plans laid down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and affection shared,who would ever think that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;things could still go wrong?That however the love is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;still everything could collapse.&lt;br /&gt;When this dreadful day comes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;where do you start picking yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in a dark room or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;do you let the whole world know that you're hurt?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But goodbye is not always a sad or a painful nor a dreadful one.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, one has to say it in order to let things work out right.&lt;br /&gt;When things start to mess up and you think that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;there is no really other route to rearrange or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;organize the stuff, then might as well bid each other farewell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It is better to be hurt now than accept pain when things have gone far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-4174251898577100329?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/4174251898577100329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-7677435020423061925</id><published>2008-12-26T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:46:50.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOBODY KNOWS :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;NOBODY KNOWS&lt;br /&gt;I pretended I'm glad you went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;These four walls closin' more everyday&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dying inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;Like a clown I put on a show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The pain is real even if nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I'm crying inside&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Why didn't I say&lt;br /&gt;The things I needed to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How could I let my angel get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now my world is just a tumblin' down&lt;br /&gt;I can say it so clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But you're nowhere around&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely, the days are so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sadAnd I just keep thinkin' about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The love that we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I'm missin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;I carry a smile when I'm broken in two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I'm nobody without someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I'm tremblin' inside and nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it but me I lie awake it's a quarter past three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm screamin' at night as if I thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You'd hear me Yeah my heart is callin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;How blue can I get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You could ask my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But like a jigsaw puzzle it's been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;torn all apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A million words couldn't say just how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I feel A million years from now you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'll be lovin' you still&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely, the days are so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sad And I just keep thinkin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;about The love that we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I'm missin' you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow mornin' I'm hitting the dusty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;road Gonna find you wherever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ever youmight go I'm gonna unload my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and hope you come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Said when the nights are lonely...&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the days are so sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I just keep thinkin' about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The love that we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I'm missin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And nobody knows it but me...=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-7677435020423061925?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/7677435020423061925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=7677435020423061925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I know you shaped my style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I can tell by the way I talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;My fluency in speech agitates more so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;than the way I hold my knife and fork.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts expressed openly cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;lengthy backdrops against the odds; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;leaving me with little friends.&lt;br /&gt;And although I feel alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;the fifteen lectures hold strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Your sharpened glare can silence me; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;driving awareness.&lt;br /&gt;I can stand on my own, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;weave in and out of my own mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;making plans without pressure.&lt;br /&gt;The shaping prepares my future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;to hold my head up strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;And when I fall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;your protecting arms are there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;to shape me all again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-7917707994076559331?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-4547164231754094791</id><published>2008-12-24T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:40:21.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Have you ever needed someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;To take the fragile pieces of your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And wrap careful hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Deep within the cushioning cotton of his own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Someone who can pull you close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When you're feeling so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Who speaks not a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But knows how to touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;In that one special place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;That lets you know you are still alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Someone who can look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And see past the darkness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;That has come to cloud your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Someone who finds that one spark of caring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Who nutures it back to life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The one special someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Who can wrap around you with his body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And give your soul a hug,Your heart ease...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-4547164231754094791?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/4547164231754094791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=4547164231754094791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/4547164231754094791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/4547164231754094791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/12/fragile-heart.html' title='Fragile Heart'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-6754393682442922168</id><published>2008-12-21T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T07:14:36.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in this life.....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;In this so called life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;you don't get the people you want, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;you get people you need... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;to teach you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;to hurt you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;to love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;to make you laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;to make you exactly the person you should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;People are often non-reliable, illogical and self-centered;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Forgive them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, You will win some false friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and some true enemies;Succeed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are honest and frank,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;People may cheat you;Be honest and frank anyway.&lt;br /&gt;When you spend years building,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Someone may destroy overnight;Build anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;People will often forget tomorrow;Do good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And it may just not be enough;Give the world the best you have anyway.&lt;br /&gt;You see, in the final analysis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It is all between you and God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It was never between you and them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyway.Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing in life is to be feared ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;it's only to be understood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;any living organism is afraid of unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and  shows resistance to change and strangers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"I will see beauty and goodness in all things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;From all that is unlovely shall my vision be immune."-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-6754393682442922168?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/6754393682442922168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=6754393682442922168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6754393682442922168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6754393682442922168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-this-life.html' title='in this life.....!!!'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-959623578399325955</id><published>2008-12-19T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:48:07.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I make mistakes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Making a mistake doesn't make me a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;My life story has had many crossroad moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It shaped me and were significant to how I feel about myself today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Each of us has broken places in our story.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I need to accept disappointments as part of my story.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As they say, "you've got to be where you are to get where you are going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Our wounds and our mistakes must be included in our life story,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;because they bring strength, insights and courage to our story.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We live, we make mistakes, we suffer and we learn.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The greatest tragedy comes when we don't learn....=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-959623578399325955?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/959623578399325955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=959623578399325955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/959623578399325955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/959623578399325955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/12/greatest-tragedy.html' title='The greatest tragedy'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-637744492752155723</id><published>2008-12-17T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:02:38.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In JESUS name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It’s natural that certain things just come, it happens then it goes...Sometimes it leave marks, give heartaches and for good reason make learnings for us to realize its purpose. But still everything happens in right time, in right place. Maybe not too easily for me to forget it but for certain time I may accept the fact that I have to face it and react as positive that I can manage it! It is only our selves who can tell how we can handle it and in God’s help we may seek for the answer in all our questions and problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been good to me in all this years. Even if everyone left me hanging, left me alone, left me broken. Still He’s the One, the only one who embraces me and reminds me that the life He gave me is still good. Among all the trials I’ve faced, would I give up now? Certainly not! For I know he keeps the journey with me. I’m not alone! So thank you Lord for being good, for giving me the courage to still hold on with you. Thank you for the strength that even I face one problem after another, I know I’ll have way out of it. I ask you Lord in Jesus name I pray to wipe away all my doubts, forgive me O’ Lord in all my sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those people who hurt me, who help me and touch my life in a way, I thank you for in all these they contributed a lot in the individual that I’m now. No regrets in everything that happened. I’m just hoping a lot in time you’ll grant my heart’s desire. I know Lord in you I can cry, only you can understand, for you are the one who knows the world that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not asking that this time you’ll give me the person I may hold on physically. Just give me patience to wait until it is timed for me. I keep the faith in you O’ Lord… Fill the gaps I’m longing off. In Jesus name, In Jesus name!!!!Amen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-637744492752155723?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/637744492752155723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=637744492752155723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/637744492752155723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/637744492752155723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-jesus-name.html' title='In JESUS name!'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-860086546884652332</id><published>2008-12-16T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:54:12.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iF i LoV u, Then ReAd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;eTo sEryOso O a? uR one oF The fEw peoPle wHo reaLy bRoUght bOth LiGht aNd cOLor in My LifE..oNe who's wOrth reMemBeriN' aLl tHrOugh OuT.&lt;br /&gt;aNd sO iM deDicaTin a wHoLe cHapTer aBouT U iN He bOoK oF mY LiFe. U aNd Me.&lt;br /&gt;hOw U aFfeCted mE, hOw U caRe fOr mE aNd hOw i CaRed fOr U, hOw wE kNow eaCh oTher aNd hOw We LoV eaCh oTheR tOo..hOw We fiGht, RecoNciLe..hOw We aRgUe oVer ThinGs. hOw wE gEt stUpid, gEts naughTy, hOw we Go oVer oUr mooDs aN fEeLingS. hOw U waLk wiTh mE, hOw wE taLk. hOw wE gEts pLAy..hOw wE LauGh tOgeTher. How wEr siLenCed aNd hOw wEr cLosEr..hOw cRAzY wE gEt mOst Of The tiMe aNd hOw wE uNdersTaNd eacH oTher. iT wiL cOntaiN eVryThin, hOw sPecial U r fOr me aNd hOw iMpoRtaNt iN my LifE uL eVer bE.&lt;br /&gt;pUt in Mind tHat eVentHough tHis BoOk miGht cOntaiN oTher pEopLe, oTher cAhpTers aFter U, stiLL U wiL reMAin tO bE oNe oF tHosE uNforgeTAbLe, sPeciaL fEw.&lt;br /&gt;eVenThOugh tiMe maY pLAy a nOt-sO-niCe paRt iN tHis fRieNdsHip------eVentHough diStaNce maY cOme bEtwEen-------mOst oFteN eVen cOmMuniCAtiOn fAiL Us bUt sTiLL yOu wiLL aLwaYs bE hEre.&lt;br /&gt;even iF oUr bOnd todaY miGht nOt Be aS cLose aNd UsuaL beFore, sTiLL yOu'rE aLreDY a veWy cLosE sTriNg aTtaChed tO mY heArT. Our pRioRiTieS, CAreEr aNd iNteResTs mAy cHanGe, mAy VarY tHroUgh ciRcUmsTAnCes, bUt sTiLL tHosE meM'rieS oF Us tOgeTher wiL rEmaiN.&lt;br /&gt;wHaT i PraY nOw aS iM aLreaDy iN aNoTher vOLuMe oF mY LiFe, That yOu'L aLso aLwaYs bE tHeRe---nOt maYbe iN pReSenCe bUt iN heArt cUz i CAnT sATnd Us eVer faLLinG aPARt..&lt;br /&gt;wE maY haVe nOw hAve a Gap cUz wEr taKing rEaLy diFfeRent paThs..diFfeRent wAy..stiL iM jUz aSkinG,&lt;br /&gt;tiL The eNd oF tHis BoOk----fOr yOur name tO sTay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-860086546884652332?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/860086546884652332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=860086546884652332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/860086546884652332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/860086546884652332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-lov-u-then-read.html' title='iF i LoV u, Then ReAd'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-6743360742574645560</id><published>2008-12-16T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:34:25.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Promises for the One I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 Promises for the One I Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise to make you smile wheneveryour in sorrow...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise to support you in all ofyour dreams...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise to protect you from all the things that can harm you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise to be honest with you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise not to give up on you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise to explain the things you cant understand...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise to give you strength whenever youre weak...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise to try my best not to make you cry...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise to guide you to the right path...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise to wipe away every tear that will fall from your eyes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise to give you unconditional love and a love that will grow more everyday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise to always make you feel special, coz you really are...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise to treasure and cherish every moment I spendwith you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise to accept and love you for who you are...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise to take good care of your heart forever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-6743360742574645560?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/6743360742574645560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=6743360742574645560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6743360742574645560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6743360742574645560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/12/15-promises-for-one-i-love.html' title='15 Promises for the One I Love'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-7093808316746398942</id><published>2008-12-13T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T04:20:02.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...jUsT aN eXceRpT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;where r U?... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;nd y, i wonder as i sit alone in a darkened house, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;have we been forced apart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't know d answers 2 dis ?'s, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no matter how hard i try 2 understnd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;D reason s plain, but my mind forces me 2 dismiss 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and i am torn by anxiety in all my waking hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am lost widout U, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i am soulless, a drifter widout a home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a solitary bird in a flyt 2 nowhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am all these things... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and i am nothing at all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is my life without U...=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-7093808316746398942?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/7093808316746398942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=7093808316746398942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7093808316746398942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but we are BEAUTIFUL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We are all made to experience life's surprises...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Each of us has our own beauty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's up to us how to look for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We are all human...allowed to make our own decisions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to find what's in store for us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to dream what we would like our future to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to find those people who would help us find ourselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to give without asking for anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to love and not being loved in return...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to think without really thinking...to commit mistakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to learn from them...We all have our own chaos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and it is for us to pick things up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;God has His own time... might be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He is not done with them yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-6199565458404555078?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/6199565458404555078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=6199565458404555078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6199565458404555078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6199565458404555078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-are-we-to-judge-people.html' title='WHO ARE WE TO JUDGE PEOPLE?'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-8364558226799035954</id><published>2008-12-10T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:58:09.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SUDHYjxG32I/AAAAAAAAADk/KOZ7UN_GEIc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278437988010221410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SUDHYjxG32I/AAAAAAAAADk/KOZ7UN_GEIc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://balugz.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/peace.JPG" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Life is a game… yes I agree to this statement… Why ???  Because everytime we play life, we must know what are the tactics in which we will be able to outrun the game. Sometimes you win and most of the time you lost. Most of the time, we lost in the game of life because we fail to strive for the balance of  life.&lt;br /&gt;Life is like playing card games wherein you should not be afraid of taking risks, risks of getting the wrong card. Each of us should learn that in life, everything is a risks. Its just na matter of how we play the game.&lt;br /&gt;How are we going to play life??? Treat life the smartest way, not the hardest way.&lt;br /&gt;One should not under estimate oneself by comparing ourselves to others. Everybody has their own individuality. Everyone of us is unique thus we should treat ourselves as special.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not set our goal by what other people believe is right for us. Only we ourselves know what is good and what is best.&lt;br /&gt;One should not let life slip through his hands just because of living in the past or living for the future. Life shoud be taken one day at a time. Treat each day as if it is the last. Every day should be treasured and cherished and should be treated as valuable.&lt;br /&gt;Never give up if you still have something to give. Nothing is really over until such time that you decided to stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;Life should be taken one phase at a time. One should not run life so fast that one will forget not only where he has been but also where he is going. Don't use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved. Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;We should all remember this phrase “Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery and Today is a gift: That's why we call it The Present”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-8364558226799035954?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/8364558226799035954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=8364558226799035954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/8364558226799035954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/8364558226799035954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-game.html' title='Life is a game'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SUDHYjxG32I/AAAAAAAAADk/KOZ7UN_GEIc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-3545218172659849173</id><published>2008-12-09T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:53:39.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running my race with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the face of trauma, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I as a human being, have the tendency to retraumatize myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life becomes a comparison game.&lt;br /&gt;I learned that I should run my own race. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's what I have to do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shouldnt listen to anyone comparing me to anyone else. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we begin with what we have, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as opposed to what we dont have, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we are often surprised at how very much God has given us with which to work.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt the Lord has brought special people into my life who have helped me develop these characteristics and have affirmed my growth along the way.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the wonderful affirming people &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He has brought into my life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thank God for creating me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-3545218172659849173?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/3545218172659849173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=3545218172659849173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3545218172659849173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3545218172659849173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-face-of-trauma-i-as-human-being-have.html' title='Running my race with God'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-7126223769159846528</id><published>2008-12-08T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:51:22.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never believing? start believing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Have you ever wondered, is it really possible to have "Sum Ling Siong Tung"? The feeling of having linked to another person...either through thoughts, feelings or 6 sense?&lt;br /&gt;It may seemed unbelievable, or only happens in the movies....&lt;br /&gt;As two individuals, not twins nor with psychic powers, how can it be possible?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was exactly what i always thought &amp;amp; refused to believe in, until....one day....when i met him.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-7126223769159846528?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/7126223769159846528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=7126223769159846528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7126223769159846528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7126223769159846528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/12/never-believing-start-believing.html' title='Never believing? start believing....'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-6073113804887951063</id><published>2008-12-06T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:47:19.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;there is a time when everything is peaceful,&lt;br /&gt;when u do sumthing while listening to a slow song, doing sumthing you lyke in da peace and quiet and loving it even if u're very active.&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u feel dat u're invincible and happy wif wat u do,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u feel dat u're very happy wif wat u are,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u feel peace and quiet,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u feel lonely and needing sumone and have a fren wif u when u pick up da phone,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u feel ur heartbreak and listen to sum songs and cry wif it,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u feel sad and view da life in a different point,where u sit and look outside at da rain falling or da sun shining, birds chirping and u tot, life used to be simpler, life used to be happier, life used to go da way u want it to,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u luk at ur frens and thinks, are dy really ur fren or juz suck ups?&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u luk at ur fren and be grateful and suddenly burst into tears and everything dat went wrong in ur life juz burst out frm ur mouth and how u regret doing it, how u wish der's dis one person dat will neva break ur heart and alwiz be der for u no matter wat will be near u forever and alwiz,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u hates ur best friend to da max and finally noes y when it's too l8 and da damage's done,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u was left by ur best friend because of sumone else,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u left ur best friend because of some other frens dat turns out to be unreal,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when ur best friend told sumthing else to u and sumthing else to sumone else ryte in front of u,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when ur best friend could juz blame you for everything dat is wrong in her life no matter how many times and all da things u both have go thru,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u have your self confidence, oni to let da newly borned confidence crushed by da past events of life by ur close ones,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when you'll get hurt by ur bf/gf with ur best friend and get lafed at by em when u cries and u've got noone to turn to,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when you'll get hurt by ur bf/gf but dun have noone to turn to,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when you'll get ignored ur bf/gf for no reasons and cry everydae wifout anyone's noeing and got waved off when u try to tell sumone,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when you get hurt for da insensitivity of ur bf/gf but have noone to turn to and when u try to take things in ur own hands wif mixed emos and blurr, things juz get worst and u have noone to turn to,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when your heartbroke but noone's der and all dat's around u is insensitivity + unsupportive + suck up + wave-u-off society,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when your heartbroke and da ones dat cares are far frm u,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when your heartbroke and all u can do is cry alone till ur pillow gets wet and ur eyes swell but noone noticies,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when your heartbreaks and doz dat asks are oni pretendence,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when your heart heals and wif new realisation abt doz around u,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u feel, all u ever really need is urself, but at da same time noes dat u're da kind dat needs frens to live,&lt;br /&gt;there is a time when u feel dat u have to tell, but there's no ears around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-6073113804887951063?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/6073113804887951063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=6073113804887951063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6073113804887951063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6073113804887951063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/12/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-5255464180573226104</id><published>2008-12-02T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:45:58.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AN OPEN LETTER TO FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OPEN LETTER TO friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;Yes YOU! You know who you are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank you for accepting me as your friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I thank you for putting up with me all these years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;through good times and bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even if we don’t see each other as much as we want to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am sure that I can count on you when I need you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You are one of God’s greatest gifts to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Always, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;princess cathy...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-5255464180573226104?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/5255464180573226104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=5255464180573226104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5255464180573226104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5255464180573226104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/12/open-letter-to-friends.html' title='AN OPEN LETTER TO FRIENDS'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-6650302314418451903</id><published>2008-11-30T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:45:27.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why do people fall in love even though they know that it hurts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Some people think that love is just a game, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no play then no wins nor loose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But is this really meant to be happening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Or they just want it to be happening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;They think that they can play games through love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Love is not a game, it is a part of life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;that gives you strength to face some challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;People used to gamble love, honesty and trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But I don't think it will work that way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yes you can give love and you can be honest to everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but I don't think you can give trust coz someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;told me that you can just earn it to the person you really love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You have to treasure every person that was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;being part of your life so that in return they will do the same to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know it's hard to trust someone but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you need to teach yourself to be tough and be real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway for me people do fall in love even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;though they know it hurts coz that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what really love means to HURT and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;at the same time you've LEARNED from it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-6650302314418451903?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/6650302314418451903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=6650302314418451903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6650302314418451903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6650302314418451903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/falling-in-love_30.html' title='Falling in Love!'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-109578105523263420</id><published>2008-11-30T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T03:23:01.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tOO much pAin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;its been a long week for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and tomorrOw another week to start.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;time runs so slow that i can't barely walk with it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i've been having nightmares that wakes me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;in the middle of the night with tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;runs out of my lonely eyes.. ders just too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pain in me that i cant let it out.. i thought i'M that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;strong enough to hold it  inside but as days past, its a burden!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;as if i am stab repeatedly  at my back with a very sharp knife.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i just wish this would end so soon.. soon enough..=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-109578105523263420?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/109578105523263420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=109578105523263420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/109578105523263420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/109578105523263420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/too-much-pain.html' title='tOO much pAin'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-1406069122674444024</id><published>2008-11-29T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T04:02:43.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I owe to myself and to the people who truly cares  that I take charge of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It is about time that I take my life back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;into my own hands and listening to my inner self &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;instead of relying on others for my future happiness and success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It is as simple as making healthy positive choices; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;may it be mental, emotional or physical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I admit, I had many negative thoughts that harm my way of thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I don’t know why. Well, maybe because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;negative thinking always seems to be so much easier to instill than positive, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;whether I care to believe it or not, my feelings and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;how I feel or think does have a huge impact on my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Affirmations from my friends and relatives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;work well in changing my negative thinking into positive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Those affirmations are simply short statements that I repeat in the mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am learning to put myself up when negative thoughts and feelings enter my mind.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I know that doing this day in and day out,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;slowly I will gain control back over my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And I will always put in mind what my friend told me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Everytime I feel nega, say, “Jesus, save me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Take this matter off my mind and my heart because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't rely on my own strength. Ikaw na Lord ang bahala.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-1406069122674444024?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/1406069122674444024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=1406069122674444024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1406069122674444024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1406069122674444024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-8241023986412968349</id><published>2008-11-27T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:48:03.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥♥Our Love♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SS-TaGFAzuI/AAAAAAAAADc/p5GosB53cKw/s1600-h/107677993l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273595765191659234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SS-TaGFAzuI/AAAAAAAAADc/p5GosB53cKw/s320/107677993l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Our Love&lt;br /&gt;We meet some time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We fell so madly in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A love so strong that would not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;could not ever be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We held on through think &amp;amp; thin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;fighting got all that it was worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes loosing site of what we were fighting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Making it harder for us to understand each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not wanting to fight anymore became an issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Giving up ran through our minds, at one point we split&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In those few months a part realizing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;how miserable we really were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hating ourselves for ever giving up on each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wondering if the other still held love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then came the day we realized where we went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It made our love grow stronger in so many ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We have grown closer through out the years as we do every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Every moment we spend together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Making our life even better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Our love will never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love you always &amp;amp; forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-8241023986412968349?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/8241023986412968349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=8241023986412968349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/8241023986412968349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/8241023986412968349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-love.html' title='♥♥Our Love♥♥'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SS-TaGFAzuI/AAAAAAAAADc/p5GosB53cKw/s72-c/107677993l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-8840955065051217074</id><published>2008-11-26T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:51:48.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>know women more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words Women Use:&lt;br /&gt;Fine:&lt;br /&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Five Minutes:&lt;br /&gt;If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing:&lt;br /&gt;This is the calm before the storm. This means "something" and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with "nothing" usually end in "fine".&lt;br /&gt;Go Ahead:&lt;br /&gt;This is a dare, not permission, DON'T DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;Loud Sigh:&lt;br /&gt;Although not actually a word, the loud sigh is often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing".&lt;br /&gt;That's Okay:&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements that woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks:&lt;br /&gt;This is the least used of all words in the female vocabulary. If a woman is thanking you. Do not question it, just say you're welcome and back out of the room slowly.&lt;br /&gt;BEHIND EVERY SUCCESSFUL WOMAN IS HERSELF. A WOMAN IS LIKE A TEA BAG... YOU DON'T KNOW HOW STRONG SHE IS UNTIL YOU PUT HER IN HOT WATER COFFEE, CHOCOLATE, MEN. SOME THINGS ARE JUST BETTER RICH !!! OF COURSE I DON'T LOOK BUSY... I DID IT RIGHT THE FIRST TIME&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least: IF YOU WANT BREAKFAST IN BED, SLEEP IN THE KITCHEN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-8840955065051217074?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/8840955065051217074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=8840955065051217074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/8840955065051217074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/8840955065051217074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/know-women-more.html' title='know women more'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-3687492788725376964</id><published>2008-11-25T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:02:24.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Say... I am a Christian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This poem captures a lot of what it means to be a Christian: it is not about being “holier than thou”, but simply recognizing that Man is flawed and needy. This poem helped me identify that I am loved even though I may have sinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***Quoted from my friend recent bulletin post.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian", I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin."&lt;br /&gt;I'm whispering "I was lost", Now I'm found and forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;When I say..."I am a Christian", I don't speak of this with pride.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble, and need CHRIST to be my guide.&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian", I'm not trying to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak, and need HIS strength to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian", I'm not bragging of success.&lt;br /&gt;I'm admitting I have failed, and need God to clean my mess.&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian", I'm not claiming to be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;My flaws are far too visible, but, God believes I am worth it.&lt;br /&gt;When I say.. "I am a Christian", I still feel the sting of pain,&lt;br /&gt;I have my share of heartaches, So I call upon His name.&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian", I'm not holier than thou,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a simple sinner, who received God's good grace, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;***I am a Christian by Carol Wimmer (Original Version)***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian,"  I'm not shouting, "I've been saved!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm whispering, "I get lost!  That's why I chose this way"&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian,"  I don't speak with human pride&lt;br /&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble-needing God to be my guide&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian,"  I'm not trying to be strong&lt;br /&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak and pray for strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not bragging of success&lt;br /&gt;I'm admitting that I've failed and cannot ever pay the debt&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian,"  I don't think I know it all&lt;br /&gt;I submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not claiming to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;My flaws are far too visible but God believes I'm worth it&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian,"  I still feel the sting of pain&lt;br /&gt;I have my share of heartache which is why I seek His name&lt;br /&gt;When I say, "I am a Christian,"  I do not wish to judge&lt;br /&gt;I have no authority--I only know I'm loved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-3687492788725376964?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/3687492788725376964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=3687492788725376964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3687492788725376964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3687492788725376964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-i-say-i-am-christian.html' title='When I Say... I am a Christian'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-521859262581661836</id><published>2008-11-23T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:21:53.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life according to bill gates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Rule 1: Life is not fair -- get usedto it!&lt;br /&gt;Rule 2: The world won't care aboutyour self-esteem. The world willexpect you to accomplish somethingBEFORE you feel good about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. Youwon't be a vice-president with a carphone until you earn both.&lt;br /&gt;Rule 4: If you think your teacher istough, wait till you get a boss.&lt;br /&gt;Rule 5: Flipping burgers is notbeneath your dignity. YourGrandparents had a different word forburger flipping -- they called itopportunity.&lt;br /&gt;Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not yourparents' fault, so don't whine aboutyour mistakes, learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;Rule 7: Before you were born, yourparents weren't as boring as they arenow. They got that way from payingyour bills, cleaning your clothes andlistening to you talk about how coolyou thought you are. So before yousave the rain forest from theparasites of your parent's generation,try delousing the closet in your ownroom.&lt;br /&gt;Rule 8: Your school may have done awaywith winners and losers, but life HASNOT. In some schools they haveabolished failing grades and they'llgive you as MANY TIMES as you want toget the right answer. This doesn'tbear the slightest resemblance toANYTHING in real life.&lt;br /&gt;Rule 9: Life is not divided intosemesters. You don't get summers offand very few employers are interestedin helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do thaton your own time.&lt;br /&gt;Rule 10: Television is NOT real life.In real life people actually have toleave the coffee shop and go to jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances areyou'll end up working for one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-521859262581661836?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/521859262581661836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=521859262581661836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/521859262581661836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/521859262581661836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-according-to-bill-gates.html' title='life according to bill gates'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-8347664208600232297</id><published>2008-11-23T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:53:50.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you journey through, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choose your destinations well ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but do not hurry there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will arrive soon enough ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wander through the back roads and forgotten paths ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keeping your destination in your heart like the fixed points of a compass. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seek out new voices, strange sights and ideas foreign to your own ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;such things are riches for the soul. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and, if upon arrival, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you find that your destination is not exactly as you had dreamed ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do not be disappointed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think of all you would have missed but for the journey there ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and know that the true worth of your travels lies not in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where you come to be at journey's end ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But in who you came to be along the way. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But just continue to be strong .. . . and keep moving forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://trixiemoya.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/photo146.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanted to let you know that even though it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes seems as if for every step we take forward,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're pushed back 10... Just stay strong and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we will get where we are destined to be.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And never forget that "What God has for you is for YOU". . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continue to trust God... The steps of a good and righteous man are ordered by the Lord . . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, Order your steps in His word...&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-8347664208600232297?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/8347664208600232297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=8347664208600232297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/8347664208600232297'/><link rel='self' 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ponder why i live&lt;br /&gt;if the life i have is a great mischief&lt;br /&gt;give the reason why am i in grief&lt;br /&gt;do i deserve this mess?&lt;br /&gt;wish I do not exist&lt;br /&gt;to be or not to be&lt;br /&gt;this is my question&lt;br /&gt;are these all meant to be&lt;br /&gt;like shakepeare’s hamlet’s tragedy?&lt;br /&gt;this can’t be happening to me&lt;br /&gt;i am rogue, i am strong&lt;br /&gt;nothing can ever make me fall&lt;br /&gt;i am mutant, i’m so clever&lt;br /&gt;no one can make me sick ever&lt;br /&gt;to be or not to be&lt;br /&gt;this is my question&lt;br /&gt;am i to be prosecuted like a convict?&lt;br /&gt;be given a verdict which I cannot predict&lt;br /&gt;this life is so brutal&lt;br /&gt;i do not deserve this, i’m not a criminal&lt;br /&gt;no need to run, no need to hide&lt;br /&gt;yet its killing me softly deep inside&lt;br /&gt;to be or not to be&lt;br /&gt;this is my question&lt;br /&gt;do I really need to be here&lt;br /&gt;at the edge of the cliff w/ tear and fear?&lt;br /&gt;i am engrossed by uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;enthralled in my missing mentality&lt;br /&gt;but I require no pity&lt;br /&gt;i still have prowess and beauty within me&lt;br /&gt;i may have lost my entity&lt;br /&gt;but my identity will stay&lt;br /&gt;to find my way and key&lt;br /&gt;if it’s really to be or not to be…&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-6443932655978543605?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/6443932655978543605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=6443932655978543605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My confession…&lt;br /&gt;I’m trembling, raindrops are falling, I feel cold,&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinkn’ deep, I can’t sleep, I pause for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;I put on the music, Listnin love songs&lt;br /&gt;I’m breathing deep, feels like floating, somewhere, some place…&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I’m craving for something&lt;br /&gt;Something I long for…&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried it once, I want to try it again..&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel that heat like it was the first time.&lt;br /&gt;It was nearing midnight…I saw a shadow from afar&lt;br /&gt;I went out from bed, barely naked, wearing a piece of silhouette&lt;br /&gt;Still dark, I don’t want to put on the light.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I walk, listening while walking.&lt;br /&gt;Silence peeps tru the night.&lt;br /&gt;I really feel cold, I need that heat.&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m not afraid,&lt;br /&gt;I can do this. I’m ready.&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s beating fast can’t hold it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like exploding, I’m trembling, I feel cold.&lt;br /&gt;A knock on the door, twice, three times.&lt;br /&gt;That was the signal. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"are you there? Your cappuccino’s ready.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-3205820781826437485?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/3205820781826437485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=3205820781826437485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3205820781826437485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3205820781826437485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-confession.html' title='My confession…'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-7074520574647935467</id><published>2008-11-19T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:12:35.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" W H Y ???"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                             Why did I had to meet you&lt;br /&gt;                             and let myself like you a lot,&lt;br /&gt;                      and then to feel the splendored thing&lt;br /&gt;                         of wanting you with all my heart?&lt;br /&gt;                           Why do you have to look at me&lt;br /&gt;                        with those eyes that sooth my soul,&lt;br /&gt;                         and then to feel the sudden flame&lt;br /&gt;                          of wanting you with love and all?&lt;br /&gt;                         Why do you have to talk with me&lt;br /&gt;                                  in such a pleasant voice&lt;br /&gt;                              and then for me to feel alone&lt;br /&gt;                     without your presence grieves my soul?&lt;br /&gt;                             Why did I ever learn to love&lt;br /&gt;                              and feel that bliss sublime&lt;br /&gt;                              of wanting, longing for you&lt;br /&gt;                                 who can never be mine?&lt;br /&gt;                                Why...why...why..why???&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-7074520574647935467?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/7074520574647935467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=7074520574647935467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7074520574647935467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7074520574647935467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/w-h-y.html' title='&quot; W H Y ???&quot;'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-7851416144853949754</id><published>2008-11-19T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:24:37.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AN OPEN LETTER TO GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for another day!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how you do it but you always seem to know when I need you and you always lend a helping hand. Your “angels in disguise” are always around…that it usually puts a smile on my face when I realize they are doing it in your name. You always hold true to your promise that you will carry the load that I cannot handle. I have always believed that with you, everything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry Lord that at times I am stubborn. I insist on doing things even if I know they are wrong for me. I’m sorry that sometimes I forget to allow you to take the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the signs that you continue to give me so that I may veer towards the righteous path. My soul is and will remain peaceful knowing that you are and will always be around to protect and guide me. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Work In Progress,&lt;br /&gt;kitkat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-7851416144853949754?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/7851416144853949754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=7851416144853949754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7851416144853949754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7851416144853949754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/open-letter-to-god.html' title='AN OPEN LETTER TO GOD'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-6333162663155261972</id><published>2008-11-18T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T03:04:48.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in Love!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do people fall in love even though they know that it hurts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people think that love is just a game, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no play then no wins nor loose,But is this really meant to be happening?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or they just want it to be happening?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They think that they can play games through love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is not a game, it is a part of life that gives you strength to face some challenge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People used to gamble love, honesty and trust,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I don't think it will work that way, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes you can give love and you can be honest to everyone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but I don't think you can give trust &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coz someone told me that you can just earn it to the person you really love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have to treasure every person that was being &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;part of your life so that in return they will do the same to you, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know it's hard to trust someone but you need to teach yourself to be tough and be real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway for me people do fall in love even though they know it hurts coz that's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what really love means to HURT and at the same time you've LEARNED from it....&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-6333162663155261972?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/6333162663155261972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=6333162663155261972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6333162663155261972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6333162663155261972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling in Love!!!'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-3070422467622085731</id><published>2008-11-16T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:30:02.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Tuf Questions That Men Have To Answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The five questions are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 - "What are you thinking?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 - "Do you love me?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 - "Do I look fat?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 - "Do you think she is prettier than me?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 - "What would you do if I died?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What makes these questions so bad is that every one is guaranteed to explode intoa major argument and/or divorce if the man does not answer properly.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;1) "What are you thinking?"  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The proper answer to this question, of course, is, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm sorry if I've been pensive, dear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was just reflecting on what a warm, wonderful, caring, thoughtful, intelligent, beautiful woman you are and what a lucky guy I am to have met you." Obviously, this statement bears no resemblance whatsoever to what the guy was reallythinking at the time, which was most likely one of five things: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a)  Baseball &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b)  Football &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c)  How fat you are. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d)  How much prettier she is than you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e)  How he would spend the insurance money if you died.&lt;br /&gt;(The best answer to this stupid question came from Al Bundy, of Married With Children,who was asked it by his wife, Peg. "If I wanted you to know," Al said, "I'd be talkinginstead of thinking.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The other questions also have only one right answer but many wrong answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) "Do you love me?" The correct answer to this question is, "Yes." For those guys who feel the needto be more elaborate, you may answer, "Yes, dear." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrong answers include: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a)  I suppose so. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b)  Would it make you feel better if I said yes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c)  That depends on what you mean by "love". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d)  Does it matter? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e)  Who, me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) "Do I look fat?" The correct male response to this question is to confidently and emphatically state,"No, of course not" and then quickly leave the room. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrong answers include: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a)  I wouldn't call you fat, but I wouldn't call you thin either. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b)  Compared to what? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c)  A little extra weight looks good on you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d)  I've seen fatter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e)  Could you repeat the question? I was thinking about your insurance policy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) "Do you think she's prettier than me?" The "she" in the question could be an ex-girlfriend, a passer-by you were staringat so hard that you almost caused a traffic accident or an actress in a movie you just saw. In any case, the correct response is, "No, you are much prettier."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrong answers include: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a)  Not prettier, just pretty in a different way. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b)  I don't know how one goes about rating such things. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c)  Yes, but I bet you have a better personality. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d)  Only in the sense that she's younger and thinner. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e)  Could you repeat the question? I was thinking about your insurance policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) "What would you do if I died?"   Correct answer: "Dearest love, in the event of your untimely demise, life wouldcease to have meaning for me and I would of course hurl myself under the front tires of the first Domino's Pizza truck that came my way." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This might be thestupidest question of the lot, as is illustrated by the following stupid joke:&lt;br /&gt;"Dear," said the wife. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What would you do if I died?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why, dear, I would be extremely upset," said the husband.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why do you ask such a question?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Would you remarry?" persevered the wife."No, of course not, dear" said the husband.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't you like being married?" said the wife."Of course I do, dear" he said. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Then why wouldn't you remarry?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Alright," said the husband, "I'd remarry." "You would?" said the wife, looking vaguely hurt. "Yes" said the husband. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Would you sleep with her in our bed?" said the wife after a long pause. "Well yes, I suppose I would." replied the husband. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I see," said the wife indignantly. "And would you let her wear my old clothes?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I suppose, if she wanted to" said the husband. "Really," said the wife icily. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And would you take down the pictures of me andreplace them with pictures of her?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yes. I think that would be the correct thing to do." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Is that so?" said the wife, leaping to her feet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And I suppose you'd let her playwith my golf clubs, too." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Of course not, dear," said the husband. "She is left-handed."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-3070422467622085731?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/3070422467622085731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=3070422467622085731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3070422467622085731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3070422467622085731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/what.html' title='5 Tuf Questions That Men Have To Answer'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-1529653046656438097</id><published>2008-11-14T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:07:38.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>italian sculpture....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ito na ang &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all-time na paborito kong Italian Sculpture!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psyché ranimée par le baiser de l'Amour...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tagalog translation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psyche, nang siya ay mamulat sa halik ng pag-ibig...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wheew. Bigat! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...made of marble siya, created around 1793 by Antonio Canova.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..Discovered this sa Michael Angelo gallery ng Louvre museum, o "Musée du Louvre" naman sa french. Agad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;agad na akong na-mesmerize! Kaka-touch kasi siya, diba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God bless! May we be inspired to learn something new today.&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-1529653046656438097?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/1529653046656438097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=1529653046656438097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1529653046656438097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1529653046656438097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/italian-sculpture.html' title='italian sculpture....'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-6709092192014585188</id><published>2008-11-13T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:08:16.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem for my Wonderful Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Family is a place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To cry &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To laugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To vent frustration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To ask for help &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And teaseAnd yell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be kissed and hugged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and smiled at&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A family is people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who care when you are sad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who love you no matter what&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who share your triumphs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who don't expect you to be perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just grow with honesty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In your own direction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Family is a circle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we learn to like ourselves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we learn to make good decisions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we learn to think before we do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we learn integrity and respect for others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we are special&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we share ideas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we listened and are listened to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we learn the rules of life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To prepare ourselves for the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world is a place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where anything can happen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we grow in a loving family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are ready for the world.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for giving a WONDERFUL FAMILY that continue loving me no matter what happen.........&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-6709092192014585188?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/6709092192014585188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=6709092192014585188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6709092192014585188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6709092192014585188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/poem-for-my-wonderful-family.html' title='A Poem for my Wonderful Family'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-5275808047451147737</id><published>2008-11-13T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:16:13.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day you appeared, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i lost my heart,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To you, to love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And from that day, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cannot part,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From you, from love.&lt;br /&gt;You hold me tight,To you, to love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my thought all day and night,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of you of love.&lt;br /&gt;I offer all that i have to give,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To you, to love,And all my days &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to live,With you, in love&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-5275808047451147737?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/5275808047451147737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=5275808047451147737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5275808047451147737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5275808047451147737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-love.html' title='In Love'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-5249378455939785985</id><published>2008-11-12T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:35:20.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERY SECOND BEAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I had a thousand pages,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could never named them all,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reasons that I love you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the list would be too long.&lt;br /&gt;I love you for the melody,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hear within your voice,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way your eyes hold me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A captive, but by choice.&lt;br /&gt;I love you for your gentle hands,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That melt away my pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you for your loving heart,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That make mine beat again.&lt;br /&gt;I love you for your loving smile,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With which my old heart soars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are some of the reasons,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every second beats is yours...&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-5249378455939785985?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/5249378455939785985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=5249378455939785985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5249378455939785985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5249378455939785985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/every-second-beat.html' title='EVERY SECOND BEAT'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-1365836156800649210</id><published>2008-11-10T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:01:32.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Let You Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A person that means a lot in my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and that showed me what it feels liketo be loved. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like any great relationship, it was wonderful, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was like a fantasy or a dream. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nawechanged the way I think about life and about myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I learned that you have to open your heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and be willing to listen and understand your partner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But things are getting in our way and we slowly growing apart from each other.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This poem is about the way I feel.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A wish to let him know how much I miss and feel about him..  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could let you know The star that used to be ours &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doesn't shine anymore How much I miss the way you used to kiss &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The nights we shred filled with joy and bliss &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could let you know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The softwarm breeze that used to blow around me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is now gone and cold &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could letyou know The flowers in my way Don'tbloom like before &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever since the you acted that way &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could let you know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much I appreciate the time When wewere one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When everything around us was filled with life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were louder than love but why did you come to me? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess the destiny is the one to blame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could let you know That I loveyou &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and that I miss you and that if we couldn't be in this crazy world together &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be up there with you forever...&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-1365836156800649210?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/1365836156800649210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=1365836156800649210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1365836156800649210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1365836156800649210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-could-let-you-know.html' title='If I Could Let You Know...'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-5686700073115397428</id><published>2008-11-09T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:08:03.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Of Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://balugz.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/pic28253_1.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Wait?&lt;br /&gt;Because although we want to be decisive, we do not want to be impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;Although we want to be swift, we do not want to be hasty.&lt;br /&gt;Although we want to hold on to the one we love, we do not want to lose ourselves in the process.&lt;br /&gt;If we want to run, we must first learn to walk.&lt;br /&gt;If we want to swim, we must first learn to float.&lt;br /&gt;If we want to make love, we must first learn to love.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it is still best to wait for the one we want rather than settle for the one that is available.&lt;br /&gt;It is still best to wait for the one you love rather than settle for the one who is around.&lt;br /&gt;It is still best to wait for the right person. Because life is too short to waste on the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;Because waiting serves a purpose. Noble and mysterious, you have to know that flowers do not bloom overnight.&lt;br /&gt;Rome was not built in a day. A life grows in the womb for nine months. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great love grows steadily over a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Most good things in life take a long time. And they are all worth waiting for. These, despite the fact, that although waiting requires a lot of things...faith, courage, and hope...waiting guarantees nothing, one cannot imagine, after all, God in all His wisdom, asks us to wait, for no essential reason.&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-5686700073115397428?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/5686700073115397428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=5686700073115397428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5686700073115397428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5686700073115397428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/art-of-waiting.html' title='The Art Of Waiting'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-833869453425322239</id><published>2008-11-09T03:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:30:10.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't worry about knowing people, just make yourself worth knowing. Friends are those rare people who ask how we are and then wait to hear the answer. If you can buy a person's friendship, it is not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;True friends have hearts that beat as one. If you cannot think of any nice things to say about your friends, then you have the wrong friends. Make friends before you need them. If you were another person, would you like to be a friend of yours?&lt;br /&gt;A good friend is one who neither looks down on you nor keeps up with you Be friendly with the folks you know. If it weren't for them you would be a total stranger. A friend is never known till he is needed.  Friendship is a responsibility...not an opportunity. Friendship is the cement that holds the world together. Friends are those who speak to you after others quit.&lt;br /&gt;The reason a dog has so many friends. is that he wags his tail and not his tongue. Pick your friends, but not to pieces. A friend is one who puts his finger on a fault without rubbing it in. The way to have friends is to be willing to lose some arguments.&lt;br /&gt;If a friend makes a mistake, don't rub it in....rub it out. Deal with other's faults as gently as if they were your own. People are judged by the company they keep and the company they keep away from.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is a person who can step on your toes without messing your shine. The best mirror is an old friend. The best possession one may have is a true friend. Make friendship a habit, and you will always have friends.&lt;br /&gt;You will never have a friend if you must have one without faults. Doing nothing for your friends results in having no friends to do for. Anyone can give advice, and yet a real friend will lend a helping hand.  You can make more friends by being interested in them than trying to have them be interested in you.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend is a person who, when you've made a fool of yourself, lets you forget it. A friend is a person who listens attentively while you say nothing. You can buy friendship with friendship, but never with dollars.&lt;br /&gt;True friends are like diamonds, precious but rare; false friends are like autumn leaves, found everywhere. 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href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/knowing-others.html' title='Knowing Others'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-7464485361089898355</id><published>2008-11-07T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:00:12.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is A Boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody knows who I really amI never felt this empty before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if I ever need someone to come along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who’s gonna comfort me, and keep me strong?&lt;br /&gt;We are all rowing the boat of fate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The waves keep on comin’ and we can’t escape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But if we ever get lost on your way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The waves would guide you thru another day&lt;br /&gt;I’m breathing in the distance, as if I’ve become transparent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It seemed to be the dark, but I was merely blindfolded&lt;br /&gt;I offer my prayers and wait for a new day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the end of the sea that shines vividly&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows who I really am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe they just don’t give a damn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But if I ever need someone to come along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you would follow me, and keep me strong&lt;br /&gt;People’s hearts move and want to slip out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The moon in its new cycle brings along boats again&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see your face,the oceans heave up to my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me wanna strain at the oars,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And soon I can see the shore&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can see the shore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When will I…. can see the shore?&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know who I really am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never thought I’d feel this way towards you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if you ever need someone to come along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will follow you, and keep you strong&lt;br /&gt;The journey is still continuing, on the calm days, too &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The moon in its new cycle begins to shine on boats again&lt;br /&gt;I offer my prayers and wait for a new day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the end of the sea that shines vividly&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see your face,the oceans heave up to my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me wanna strain at the oars,And soon I can see the shore&lt;br /&gt;Rowing the boat of destiny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The waves assault us One after the next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that’s a wonderful journey, too &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any one of them is a wonderful journey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-7464485361089898355?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/7464485361089898355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=7464485361089898355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7464485361089898355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7464485361089898355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-boat.html' title='Life is A Boat'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-2074832244991375756</id><published>2008-11-06T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:06:25.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://balugz.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/pic200371_1.JPG" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commitment is what&lt;br /&gt;transforms a promise into reality.&lt;br /&gt;It is the words that speak&lt;br /&gt;boldly of your intentions.  And the&lt;br /&gt;actions which speak louder&lt;br /&gt;than words.&lt;br /&gt;It is making the time when&lt;br /&gt;there is none.  Coming through time&lt;br /&gt;after time, year after year&lt;br /&gt;after year.&lt;br /&gt;Commitment is the stuff&lt;br /&gt;character is made of; the power to&lt;br /&gt;change the face of things.&lt;br /&gt;It is the daily triumph of&lt;br /&gt;integrity over skepticism.&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-2074832244991375756?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/2074832244991375756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=2074832244991375756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/2074832244991375756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/2074832244991375756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/commitment.html' title='Commitment'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-1851631555112336930</id><published>2008-11-05T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:18:07.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Last Cry"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes we could just be so headstrong in holding on to something that we want so badly. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can defy and go against reason and sensible judgement just to pursue the longing of our heart. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is nothing wrong in hoping for love to blossom a midst unfavorable circumstances, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but there are times when we simply have to accept the reality that it's all over. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have to do anything wrong to turn love away from you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes he just didn't love enough. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe he just went along with the flow all the while. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you were just too blindly in love to see it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I admire your determination to fight for him but there are times, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when we have to learn to step on our brakes and stop. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's useless to pursue someone who doesn't love us anymore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You may have all the strength to fight for what you feel but sooner or later these wishful longing will turn bitter and sour and will make you feel sorry for yourself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It may be true that finding someone new may help ease the pain of losing love but we have to be careful for we may turn out to be users instead of sincere givers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are only using someone to feed your longing for him then you're really not in love with him. You cannot lie to your true feelings. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot cheat your heart. Let him go for he doesn't deserve you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before going on to a new relationship we have to make sure that we have totally reconciled all unresolved issues of the past. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't waste your time waiting for him for it could take forever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let us not cry over the things that could have been for when love goes it means only one thing: that it was never meant for us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When love dies we don't have to die with it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It doesn't mean the end when someone leaves us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It simply means we have to go on and start a new beginning. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many of us ask ourselves why we have to fall in love just to get hurt. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do we have to find and keep someone only to lose him in the end?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What we would all probably dread the most is waking up the next morning only to discover that the person whom we love so much doesn't feel the same way for us anymore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love isn't always forever and when it dies, a part of us will also painfully whither with it. &lt;br /&gt;If I could only knew the answers of why being inlove comes with being hurt. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How could it be the person who makes you extremely happy is also the same person who makes you cry over and over! Believe me, I would have shared it to the world!&lt;br /&gt;Heads high, wipe the tears and compose yourself tomorrow maybe, just maybe you'll never cry again! It might be MY last CRY!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-1851631555112336930?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/1851631555112336930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=1851631555112336930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1851631555112336930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1851631555112336930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-last-cry.html' title='&quot;My Last Cry&quot;'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-2434790478761862579</id><published>2008-11-04T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:24:22.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ PEOPLE COME INTO OUR LIFE FOR A REASON ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People come into our life for a reason,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a season or a lifetime. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When youknow which one it is, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you will know what to do for that person. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whensomeone is in your life for a REASON, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is usually to meet a need you haveexpressed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They have come to assist you through a difficulty, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to provideyou with guidance and support, to aid you physically, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emotionally orspiritually. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They may seem like a godsend and they are. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They are there forthe reason you need them to be. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, without any wrongdoing on your partor at an inconvenient time, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this person will say or do something to bring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes they walk away.Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What we must realize is that our need has been met, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our desire fulfilled,their work is done. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The prayer you sent up has been answered &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and now it is time to move on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because your turn has cometo share, grow or learn. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They may teach you something you have never done. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They usually giveyou an unbelievable amount of joy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe it, it is real. But only for aseason .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things you must buildupon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-2434790478761862579?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/2434790478761862579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=2434790478761862579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/2434790478761862579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/2434790478761862579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-come-into-our-life-for-reason.html' title='~ PEOPLE COME INTO OUR LIFE FOR A REASON ~'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-5048140038392676408</id><published>2008-11-03T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T04:09:38.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretentions....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's funny how I cry myself to sleep at night thinking of how messed up this life is for me.  Funny how I still manage to smile in spite of the pain that's tormenting me.  Funny how you're so dense to not feel that you've caused this misery.  Funny how you say sorry for everything - when sorry won't make it better. &lt;br /&gt;You know what?  I'm the kind of girl who feels terribly hurt but still manages to smile.  And every time I do that, breathing can be so hard.  I wanna hate you for every pain you've caused me but I think I love you so much to ever do such a thing for there is ONLY one guy in my life (and that's you) and no matter what you do I just can't stop loving you.  And it hurts to know how stupid I am that every time I run away, I just find myself coming back to you.  I want to get over you but maybe I just can't seem to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of every girl who ever hugged you because in that moment she held MY ENTIRE WORLD so that's why I cry myself to sleep every night, it's because every thought of you with her HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;They say love is giving someone the power to hurt you and trusting him not to.  So maybe I'm not scared now because somewhere between all our laughters, talks, stupid little fights and all our jokes you loved me and I feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;For a fact, every tear tells a story...&lt;br /&gt;I miss you with all my fucking heart and I hope it won't be too late...=(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-5048140038392676408?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/5048140038392676408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=5048140038392676408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5048140038392676408'/><link rel='self' 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heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cannot be so easily terminated by time,&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough the encounter is brief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its impression shall last a life time,&lt;br /&gt;No one can change the direction of love that lives in the heart,&lt;br /&gt;If you have loved . . . .&lt;br /&gt;That in itself is the answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-2150025755812464306?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/2150025755812464306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=2150025755812464306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/2150025755812464306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/2150025755812464306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-that-lives-in-heart.html' title='-=-=Love that lives in the heart=-=-'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-5301470255749500730</id><published>2008-10-30T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:04:54.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once in a while, you are in my mind. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think about the days that we had. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I dream that these would all come back to me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only you knew every moment in time, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing goes on in my heart just like your memories. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I want to be with you once more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will always gonna be the one and you should know. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I wish I could have never let you go. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come into my life again. Oh, don't say no. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will always gonna be the one in my life. So true, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe I can never find somebody like you, my first love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once in awhile, you are in my dreams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can feel the warmth of your embrace. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I pray that it will all come back to me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only you knew every moment in time, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing goes on in my heart just like your memories. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I want to be with you once more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will always be inside my heart and you should know. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I wish I could have never let you go. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come into my life again. Please don't say no. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now and forever you are still the one in my heart. So true, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe I could never find somebody like you, my first love...=(&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-5301470255749500730?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/5301470255749500730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=5301470255749500730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5301470255749500730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5301470255749500730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-love.html' title='My First Love'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-6420494198497827885</id><published>2008-10-29T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:49:58.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling into you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling into you&lt;br /&gt;You're something I hold close to my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A feeling so beautiful right from the start&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A love that is true and yours to keep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the tissue that drys away my weep&lt;br /&gt;All I know right now is how much I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the best thing in my life life thats true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pray that we're together till the end of time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to hold you in my arms and call you mine&lt;br /&gt;We belong together through thick and thin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love every word you speak each time you touch my skin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've bought my happiness during this time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll tell the world how happy I am during this rhyme&lt;br /&gt;You took my breath away from the time our eyes met&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the love of my life that I'll never forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the one who keeps me together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can promise you my life and we'll always be forever&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I can count on to keep me strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know God will keep us together and help us along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my final words I'll tell you how much I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one who keeps me whole no matter what we go through&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-6420494198497827885?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/6420494198497827885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=6420494198497827885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6420494198497827885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6420494198497827885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/falling-into-you.html' title='Falling into you'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-7998910723113832803</id><published>2008-10-28T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:03:18.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is my shelter - the strength that I need</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"In his neck remained strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him."- Job 41:22&lt;br /&gt;There is a Light that shines beyond all things on earth, beyond us all, beyond the heavens, beyond the highest, the very highest heavens. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the Light that shines in our hearts though Jesus Christ our Lord and Redeemer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His grace is abundant, as is His comfort, and through his abundant grace come abundant faith and love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through Jesus Christ's work the grace of God super-abounds to us all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The grace of God in Christ expands exponentially, like an exploding super nova birthing stars. Hope abounds via the indwelling Christ. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus Christ does not love us enough to adequately satisfy our need to be loved. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He loves us beyond our ability to comprehend. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He loves us more than enough to fill up the infinite capacity of God, which is beyond knowledge. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He does not want to simply live His life through us -- adequate to whatever the challenges of the day might be. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus Christ desires to do exceeding abundantly beyond all that we can ask or even conceive, not according to our inadequate resources, but out of His entire capacity to do the works of Father God in us.&lt;br /&gt;O God, please hear me when I cry out to You, please listen as I pour out my heart. It doesn’t matter where I am - how far away from home I might be. You are the One I turn to when things just seem to be too much for me - when I’m fighting anxiety or depression, fear or anything that causes me to become discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, cause me to look to You, for You are so strong, so stable, so powerful and wise.&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, You have always been the One to whom I turn for solace, for strength, for understanding - You have always been the Source of my strength in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, you are my Comforter, Lord over everything, my Shelter, my Strength, my Provider. my Protector. My Counselor, my Redeemer, Prince of Peace, my Mighty God.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, dear Father, that I am seated with You - secure in You, strong in You, sheltered in Your arms and hidden beneath Your wings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-7998910723113832803?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/7998910723113832803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=7998910723113832803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7998910723113832803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7998910723113832803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-is-my-shelter-strength-that-i-need.html' title='God is my shelter - the strength that I need'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-1084205934052671811</id><published>2008-10-26T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:50:02.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wounds and stitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open wounds and a broken heart. This is all I have. Seldom do I find people who care enough to stitch these wounds back together so that I can breathe. More often than not they enjoy seeing me bleed until there’s nothing more left for me to consume.  These pains are tormenting me and it’s all locked within – desperately trying to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve reached the end of an endless road, and now I’m hanging on the edge of a cliff but still I feel cold, empty, lifeless and alone. At this point, I’m giving in to misery and hopelessly trying to take pleasure in the hurt. I guess this is how I cope up. This is how I'll continue to live…=(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-1084205934052671811?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/1084205934052671811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=1084205934052671811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1084205934052671811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1084205934052671811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/wounds-and-stitches_26.html' title='wounds and 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please listen carefully and try to hear what I am not saying; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what I'd like to be able to say. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to say but I can't say.      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each time you are kind, gentle and encouraging, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very small wings...Very feeble wings.But wings.     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It will not be easy for you.....it takes more of your conviction to know everything of me.    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just hear what I am not saying.....that is all I need...=(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-6311063670432377433?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/6311063670432377433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=6311063670432377433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6311063670432377433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6311063670432377433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-hear-what-i-am-not-saying.html' title='Please hear what I am not saying!'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-3628100273259877666</id><published>2008-10-25T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T04:16:32.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOBODY KNOWS :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOBODY KNOWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pretended I'm glad you went away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These four walls closin' more everyday&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dying inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;Like a clown I put on a show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pain is real even if nobody knows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm crying inside&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why didn't I say&lt;br /&gt;The things I needed to say How could I let my angel get away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now my world is just a tumblin' down&lt;br /&gt;I can say it so clearly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you're nowhere around&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely, the days are sosad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I just keep thinkin' about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The love that we had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm missin' you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;I carry a smile when I'm broken in two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm nobody without someone likeyou&lt;br /&gt;I'm tremblin' inside and nobody knows it but me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lie awake it's a quarter past three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm screamin' at night as if I thought You'd hear me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah my heart is callin' you And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;How blue can I getYou could ask my heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But like a jig saw puzzle it's been torn all apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A million words couldn't say just howI feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A million years from now you knowI'll be lovin' you still&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely, the days are so sad &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I just keep thinkin' about The love that we had &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm missin' you And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow mornin' I'm hitting the dusty road &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonna find you wherever, ever you might go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna unload my heart and hope you come back to me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Said when the nights are lonely...&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely, the days are so sad &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I just keep thinkin' aboutT he love that we had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm missin' you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And nobody knows it but me..=(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-3628100273259877666?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/3628100273259877666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=3628100273259877666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3628100273259877666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3628100273259877666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/nobody-knows.html' title='NOBODY KNOWS :('/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-1094559333753581819</id><published>2008-10-23T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:44:36.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Happiness Statement :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Thinking about happiness makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;2 Not comparing myself with others keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;3. Realizing that I have everything I need keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting better at feeling happiness makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Meditating on happiness makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Loving and caring for others makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;7. Being happy about other people's happiness makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;8. Stopping my unpleasant thoughts makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;9. Being good makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;10. Thinking about my friends makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;11. Imagining the world getting better and better makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;12. Admiring everyone and everything around me makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;13. Liking myself makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;14. The better I remember that happiness is the POINT of my life, the more I'll work on it.&lt;br /&gt;15. Being courageous enough to be happy keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;16. Helping others become happier makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;17. Not feeling angry, sad, or afraid about anything keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;18. Remembering that happiness is a skill motivates me to work on being very happy.&lt;br /&gt;19. Staying relaxed keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;20. Spending time with others makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://trixiemoya.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/redgelflowernb.gif" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Making lots of plans keeps me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Seeing happiness as an art to be refined makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Pretending to be happy makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Constantly striving to make new friends makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Not overworking myself keeps me happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Everything happens for the best. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Appreciating everything I have keeps me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Being considerate of the feelings of others keeps me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. My happiness is entirely dependent on my thoughts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Forgiving others makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Using spare time to work on getting happy makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Not becoming disturbed by others’ sadness, anger, and fear makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Loving my work keeps me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Thinking of ways to become happier makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Working to correct my mistakes makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Noticing the wonderful things in life makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Seeing the best in others keeps me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Getting enough sleep and exercise, and eating well, keeps me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. The more happy thoughts I will myself to have, the happier I'll be. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Spending a lot of time with family and friends makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;41. Thinking about God or goodness makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;42. Minimizing misfortunes keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;43. Seeing the bright side of everything keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;44. Seeking out people to be with makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;45. Reading these self-statements daily makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;46. Bearing pain well makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;47. Not wanting what I can’t reasonably have keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;48. Helping others with their problems makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;49. Pleasantly evaluating everything I see, hear, feel and think makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;50. Understanding that sadness, anger, and fear are unnecessary keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;51. Not needing others to like me keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;52. Expecting my life to keep getting better and better keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;53. My sense of humor makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;54. Quickly forgetting past unpleasantness keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;55. Understanding what makes me happy keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;56. Sharing my happiness with others makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;57. Not being afraid to die keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;58. Visiting with friends and family as often as possible makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;59. Talking about happiness with others makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;60. Never feeling sorry for myself keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;61. Seeing other people as a great source of happiness makes me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://trixiemoya.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/flowers_1.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Feeling like a lucky person makes me very hap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://trixiemoya.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/flowers.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;py. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Not expecting us all to be perfect keeps me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Making the conscious effort to be very happy makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Praying that everything keeps getting better makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. Pleasantly telling my problems to others keeps me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Remembering past pleasures keeps me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. Not fearing other people keeps me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Laughing makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Considering myself a good person makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Being kind to others keeps me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72 I never find it necessary to worry. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. Being polite keeps me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. Helping the less fortunate makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75. Feeling love makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. Not judging others keeps me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Hobbies and other personal interests keep me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Going to spiritual services makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Finding things that I have in common with others makes me very happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80 Not being disappointed when life takes things from me keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;81. Working on, or distracting myself from, my problems makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;82. Smiling as often as possible keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;83. Doing a lot of what I love to do keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;84. Imagining the future as very pleasant makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;85. Meditation makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;86. Feeling grateful for the good things in my life keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;87. Doing everything as well as I can makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;88. Working on, short, and long, term goals keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;89. Practicing wisdom makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;90. Staying in touch with my feelings keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;91. Always seeking more happiness makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;92. Having many friends keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;93. It is never useful for me to worry.&lt;br /&gt;94. Being in touch with the wonder of existence makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;95. Enjoying the time I spend alone keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;96 Not considering myself better or worse than others keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;97. Understanding that my feelings are dependent on my thoughts keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;98. Having people over to my home as often as possible makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;99. Not expecting the world to be perfect keeps me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;100. VALUING MY HAPPINESS KEEPS ME VERY HAPPY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-1094559333753581819?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/1094559333753581819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=1094559333753581819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1094559333753581819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1094559333753581819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/100-happiness-statement-d.html' title='100 Happiness Statement :D'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-9088034168247212334</id><published>2008-10-22T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:27:03.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You Because…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ I love you because you are my partner in every sense.&lt;br /&gt;♥ You’re full of enchantment.&lt;br /&gt;♥ You rejoice with me during my best moments.&lt;br /&gt;♥ You’re making me smile during ‘thorny’ times.&lt;br /&gt;♥ You always hold me when I'm down and always kiss me when I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Thinking about you makes me feel so good and touched.&lt;br /&gt;♥ You celebrate my strengths and embrace my flaws all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;♥ You always try to understand especially when I'm being immature and naive.&lt;br /&gt;♥ You are concerned about every little thing on my mind and listens&lt;br /&gt;    to every call from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;♥ You shine in the crowd because of your integrity and devotion - In my eyes you do.&lt;br /&gt;♥ I love you because you are my best friend all rolled into one.&lt;br /&gt;♥ I love you because you are my strength.&lt;br /&gt;♥ I love you because of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Because you epitomize everything that I have always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Because I can tell you anything – that I can pour my heart and soul to you&lt;br /&gt;    and would never see me any differently.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Because you’ve proven to me that there is nothing we cannot conquer –&lt;br /&gt;    that our dedication, vow and love can outshine any boundaries &amp;amp; any tests.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Because you are everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;♥ I love you because you are God’s best gift... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-9088034168247212334?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/9088034168247212334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=9088034168247212334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/9088034168247212334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/9088034168247212334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-you-because.html' title='I Love You Because…'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-1127684097534504437</id><published>2008-10-22T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T03:34:25.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>InLove Ka Ba or Love Mo Sya?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iNLOVE ka ba or LOVE mo sya? kala ko datipareho lang pero iba pala!! basahin para maliwanagan naman tayo.&lt;br /&gt;"It's definitely different  when you love someoneand when you're inlove with someone"&lt;br /&gt;explanation:&lt;br /&gt;alin nga ba ang mas malalim?&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone  or Being in love with  someone?&lt;br /&gt;marami sa atin ang na confuse tungkoldito.&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ba ay may girlfriend o boyfriend ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;Mahal mo ba siya pero parang may isang tao naparang mahalaga din sayo.&lt;br /&gt;o may mahal ka na akala mo eh mahal mo ngasiya pero meron ka pa  rin isang tao na minamahal ng totoo.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag love mo ang isang tao masaya ka..&lt;br /&gt;Feeling mo ok na ang lahat...&lt;br /&gt;pero ang ma-inlove ka, ang siyang pinakamasakitsa lahat!&lt;br /&gt;Kasi ang mga taong inlove  ay ang mga taongngsasakripisyo at ngpaparaya.&lt;br /&gt;Teka bakit ka nga ba ngpaparaya?&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ba hindi ka niya mahal o dahil hindi kasiguradong ok lang sa kanya?&lt;br /&gt;Kung yan ang dahilan mo, walang duda na inloveka nga sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;Kasi iniisip mo  kung anong meron kayo sa ngayonang tanging mahalaga at kontento ka na.&lt;br /&gt;Pero isipin mo paano kung mawala ang taong yonat talagang hindi na kayo mag-usap at magkita,kaya mo ba?&lt;br /&gt;Paano naman kung sayo siya inlove at ibinigayniya ang lahat para sayo pero hindi mo napahalagahan ang lahat ng  ito kaagad!&lt;br /&gt;Paano kung isang araw naguluhan na siya sayo nghusto at maisipang lumayo na lang?&lt;br /&gt;Paano kung sa sobrang pagiging iba mo sa kanyadi ka na niya kausapin at tuldukan na niya ng tuluyan kung  ano na ang meron kayo?&lt;br /&gt;Then bigla mong na realize kung gaano kaimportante sayo ang bawat isa kaya lang wala nasiya!&lt;br /&gt;Kaya mo ba?&lt;br /&gt;Kung hindi ang sagot mo, malinaw na inlove kanga...&lt;br /&gt;Paano naman pag mahal mo lang, kapag mahal molang, alam mo na palagi kang  may choice, ayaw mo siyang mawala dahil alam mong wala kangipapalit.&lt;br /&gt;Yung masaya ka sa kanya pero sa gabi hindinaman siya ang iniisip mo.&lt;br /&gt;Mahal mo siya pero aminado ka sa sarili mo nabalang araw hindi siya ang pakakasalan mo.&lt;br /&gt;Mahal mo siya pero ang puso mo hindi lang pra sakanya..&lt;br /&gt;Mahal mo at masasaktan ka pagnawala  siya peroalm mo na kaya mo yon.&lt;br /&gt; Ngayon anong nararamdaman mo ngayon: DOYOU LOVE SOMEONE or YOU'RE INLOVE WITHSOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;Isang araw magigising ka na lang na INLOVE ka nanga pero kahit anong gawin mo ay huli na.&lt;br /&gt;Dahil maaaring yung taong INLOVE din sayo aywala  na pala.&lt;br /&gt;Tandaan mo: Masyadong mapaglaro ang pusohuwag tayo magpaloko!!!&lt;br /&gt;We learn to love someone pero  minsan langdumating sa atin ang pagkakataong ma-inlove!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kapag dumating ito,  ano ang gagawin mo?...=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-1127684097534504437?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/1127684097534504437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=1127684097534504437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1127684097534504437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/1127684097534504437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/inlove-ka-ba-or-love-mo-sya.html' title='InLove Ka Ba or Love Mo Sya?!!'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-618710834658927627</id><published>2008-10-21T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T02:30:00.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My heart aches within from missing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My lips long for the feel of kissing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right now all I need is to gently touch your skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To look into your eyes and see deep within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just one warm embrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just to look upon your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just one little touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the one I love so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I could gaze upon your smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For just a little while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To know that you miss me too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As I'm thinking of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To hear the sound of you breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Knowing you'll never leave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To see you walk up to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then embrace you tenderly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To just be with the one who's sent my heart reeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And brought about this downpour of emotion and feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I sit here alone in my office tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And pray that somehow this all turns out right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've never been one to do more taking than giving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not well off but I work hard for a living,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've told you many thoughts that weren't borrowed or bought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And in lifetime, who would have thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That I have found someone who was just meant for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't explain the magic or why this should be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But there is one thing that I know for certain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That this just ain't over till one of us draws the final curtain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For I've seen an angel and I want you to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If it's my choice to make, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll never let you go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't know what life holds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe there's no reason or rhyme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To think you may be mine in a matter of time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And though I cannot touch you and we are now apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Love, you do dwell, so deep within my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-618710834658927627?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/618710834658927627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=618710834658927627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/618710834658927627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/618710834658927627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/missing-you.html' title='Missing you'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-3363915555158730288</id><published>2008-10-20T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:22:40.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to say I LOVE YOU in 100 languages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;English - I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;frikaans - Ek het jou lief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Albanian - Te duaArabic - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Ana behibak (to male)Arabic - Ana behibek (to female) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Armenian - Yes kez sirumen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Bambara - M'bi fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Bengali - Ami tomake bhalobashi (pronounced: Amee toe-ma-kee bhalo-bashee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Bulgarian - Obicham te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Cambodian - Soro lahn nhee ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Cantonese Chinese - Ngo oiy ney a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Catalan - T'estimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Cherokee - Tsi ge yu i (Thanks Nancy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Chichewa - Ndimakukonda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Corsican - Ti tengu caru (to male) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Creol - Mi aime jou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Croatian - Volim te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Czech - Miluji te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Danish - Jeg Elsker Dig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Dutch - Ik hou van jou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Elvish - Amin mela lle (from The Lord of The Rings, by J.R.R. Tolkien) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Esperanto - Mi amas vin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Estonian - Ma armastan sind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Ethiopian - Afgreki'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Faroese - Eg elski teg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Farsi - Doset daram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Filipino - Mahal kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Finnish - Mina rakastan sinua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Frisian - Ik hâld fan dy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Georgian - Mikvarhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;German - Ich liebe dich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Greek - S'agapo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Gujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Hawaiian - Aloha Au Ia`oe Hebrew (Thanks Lilach)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Hebrew to male: "ani ohev otcha" (said by male) "Ohevet ot'cha" (said by female)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Hebrew to female: "ani ohev otach" (said by male) "ohevet Otach" (said by female) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Hindi - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Hmong - Kuv hlub koj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Hungarian - Szerelmes vagyok beléd(Thanks Csaba!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Icelandic - Eg elska tig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Inuit - Negligevapse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Irish - Taim i' ngra leat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Italian - Ti amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Japanese - Aishiteru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Kannada - Naanu ninna preetisuttene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Kiswahili - Nakupenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Konkani - Tu magel moga cho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Korean - Sarang Heyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Latin - Te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Latvian - Es tevi miilu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Lebanese - Bahibak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Lithuanian - Tave myliu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Luxembourgeois - Ech hun dech gäer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Macedonian - Te Sakam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Malay - Saya cintakan mu / Aku cinta padamu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Malayalam - Njan Ninne Premikunnu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Maltese - Inhobbok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Mandarin Chinese - Wo ai ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Marathi - Me tula prem karto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Mohawk - Kanbhik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Moroccan - Ana moajaba bik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Nahuatl - Ni mits neki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Navaho - Ayor anosh'ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Norwegian - Jeg Elsker Deg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Pandacan - Syota na kita!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Pangasinan - Inaru Taka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Persian - Doo-set daaramPig &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Latin - Iay ovlay ouyay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Polish - Kocham Ciebie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Portuguese - Eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Romanian - Te iubesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Russian - Ya tebya liubliu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Scot Gaelic - Tha gra\dh agam ort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Serbian - Volim te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Setswana - Ke a go rata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Sign Language - ,\,,/ (represents position of fingers when signing'I Love You')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Sioux - Techihhila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Slovak - Lu`bim ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Slovenian - Ljubim te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Swahili - Ninapenda wewe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Swedish - Jag alskar dig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Swiss-German - Ich lieb Di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Surinam - Mi lobi joe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Tagalog - Mahal kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Taiwanese - Wa ga ei li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Tahitian - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Tamil - Nan unnai kathalikaraen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Telugu - Nenu ninnu premistunnanu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Thai - Chan rak khun (to male)Thai - Phom rak khun (to female) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Turkish - Seni Seviyorum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Ukrainian - Ya tebe kahayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Urdu - mai aap say pyaar karta hoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Vietnamese - Anh ye^u em (to female) Vietnamese - Em ye^u anh (to male) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Welsh - 'Rwy'n dy garu di   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt; Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Yoruba - Mo ni fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-3363915555158730288?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/3363915555158730288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=3363915555158730288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3363915555158730288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3363915555158730288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-to-say-i-love-you-in-100-languages.html' title='How to say I LOVE YOU in 100 languages'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the figure that she carries, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or the way she combs her hair... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes because&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The heart of a woman is what makes the world spin!&lt;br /&gt;It's not what happens to you; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's what you do about it that makes the difference.&lt;br /&gt;They carry children, they carry hardships, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they carry burdens, yet they hold faith, happiness, love and joy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They smile when they want to scream. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They sing when they want to cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their hearts break when a friend dies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They have sorrow at the loss of a family member, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.&lt;br /&gt;They can round up energy, even when they are tired. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They can stay up a little longer to talk to someone that needs a friend.&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-4741323678490868913?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/4741323678490868913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=4741323678490868913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/4741323678490868913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/4741323678490868913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/beauty-of-woman-is-not-in-clothes-she.html' title=''/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SPv7Aa_P9TI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aVAPMZ5ksAM/s72-c/008.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-7967215019147789069</id><published>2008-10-18T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:48:35.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to see you smile,And I love knowing that I caused that smile,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to see you happy,And I love knowing that I caused that happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I love to look into your beautiful eyes,And I love the way I fall into them,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love it when you hold my hand,And I love having courage to grab and hold yours,&lt;br /&gt;I love to tease and torment you,And I love it when you tease and torment me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love it when you touch me,And i love to touch you.&lt;br /&gt;I love rediscovering how handsome  you are each time i saw you,And I love realizing how attractive you make me feel,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love wanting so badly to kiss you, And I love the way you want to take things slow.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that you still want to be my friend,And I love that I want to be yours,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love so many things about you,But the most important things is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you....&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-7967215019147789069?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-2535492693068093803</id><published>2008-10-16T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:44:34.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait of a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears.&lt;br /&gt;But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,&lt;br /&gt;nor the future with it's untold stories.&lt;br /&gt;But I can be there now when you need me to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't keep your feet from stumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet I can share in your laughter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can only support you, encourage you, and help you when you ask.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship, from your values, from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you, but I can give you the room to change, room to grow, room to be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting, but I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces and put them back in place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://balugz.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/friends.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't tell you who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can only love you and be your friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-2535492693068093803?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-4594820255114696376</id><published>2008-10-16T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:37:48.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What i've learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that it's not what you have in your life, but who you have in your life that counts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that you can get by on charm for about 15 minutes. After that, you'd better know something. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to the best others can do, but to the best you can do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that it's not what happens to people that's important. It's what they do about it. I've learned that no matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be. I've learned that it's a lot easier to react than it is to think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that you can keep going long after you think you can't. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;regardless of the consequences. I've learned that learning to forgive takes practice. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that there are people who love you dearly, but just don't know how to show it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that money is a lousy way of keeping score. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that I'm getting more and more like my grandma, and I'm kinda happy about it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that 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. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that you should never tell a child her dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if she believed it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that your family won't always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren't related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren't biological.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that no matter how good a friend someone is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that sometimes when my friends fight, I'm forced to choose sides even when I don't want to. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that sometimes you have to put the individual ahead of their actions. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that if you don't want to forget something, stick it in your underwear drawer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that the clothes I like best are the ones with the most holes in them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get hurt and you will hurt in the process. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that there are many ways of falling and staying in love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that no matter the consequences, those who are honest with themselves, get farther in life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that many things can be powered by the mind, the trick is self-control. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that no matter how many friends you have, if you are their pillar, you will feel lonely and lost at the times you need them most. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that writing, as well as talking, can ease emotional pains. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that the paradigm we live in is not all that is offered to us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that although the word "love" can have many different meaning, it loses value when overly used. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learned that it's hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people's feelings and standing up for what you believe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-4594820255114696376?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/4594820255114696376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=4594820255114696376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/4594820255114696376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/4594820255114696376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-ive-learned.html' title='What i&apos;ve learned'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-5399051476980957784</id><published>2008-10-15T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:44:44.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt?Anger?Frustration?Depressed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ever been hurt? Either physically or mentally by someone?The feeling of hurt is especially intensive &amp;amp; heartfelt when it is caused by someone who is close to you or by someone who mean something to you....&lt;br /&gt;The degree can be from very minor/mild, to something to the extent of indescribable..&lt;br /&gt;For people whom you hardly know or you dont even care about, whatever that they say or do, would not affect you at all...it's just like a brush of air pass your ears...but if it came from someone who is special...it's just like a stab to your heart...&lt;br /&gt;Hurt, is a feeling, and feelings are very vague, you could not really describe it...but sometimes, during a certain incident...surprisingly, it could actually be felt....the feeling of hurt...could actually be that intense that you feel it physically, as if someone is tugging on to your heart &amp;amp; you feel the pain...&lt;br /&gt;There has even been descriptions like "it felt as if someone stabbed a knife into my heart directly, pulled it out, then open the wound &amp;amp; rub salt into it to see it bleed".....&lt;br /&gt;Well, it may sound a bit dramatic, but some people have actually felt that...&lt;br /&gt;It is especially true for some people who's love ones have just cross over to the other world to enjoy their life, &amp;amp; they are left alone suddenly....OR, it could be those people who have just encountered a sudden lost of love, because of a breakup which was unexpected after many years later of being together and you thought you knew that person....all these can be really heartbreaking...&lt;br /&gt;Normally, for those who have just had their heart broken...alot of feelings would come along to complement each other rather than just hurt....There would be anger &amp;amp; frustration coming along, with thoughts of "what happened""why did he treat me like that"...then along comes with confusion "Did something go wrong? what did i do wrong" "Why i never noticed that there's a problem"....after that would be the sadness &amp;amp; depression of the "after" effect..."So many years....how could he/she..just gave up like that without trying""why has it got to be me?"....&amp;amp; at the end...all would be mixed up...&lt;br /&gt;At this point, it is how the feelings are cope with, because there would never be an answer...the person, on the other side, if he/she would have thought of your feelings, he/she would have been more tactful...but sometimes...even the most cautious person, doesnt mean, they would not hurt you..as there could be a point whereby, they have to choose to hurt you...or hurt themselves...&lt;br /&gt;And human beings....would always be selfish...at the end of the day...YOU YOURSELF do mean the most afterall....&lt;br /&gt;so stand up straight, push the thoughts aside...find something to do...but not someone...as there would be another chance of being hurt....until one day, when you have finally let go of the past.....&amp;amp; ready for challenges, should you enter back into the world both with fear &amp;amp; hope...for a total new beginning...but this time...with better preparation...if hurt does come along again...to be able to handle it...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-5399051476980957784?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/5399051476980957784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=5399051476980957784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5399051476980957784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5399051476980957784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/hurtangerfrustrationdepressed.html' title='Hurt?Anger?Frustration?Depressed?'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-5029875203013853979</id><published>2008-10-15T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:09:16.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem for my Wonderful Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Family is a place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To laugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To vent frustration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To ask for help &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And tease&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be kissed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and hugged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and smiled at&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A family is peopleWho care when you are sad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who love you no matter what&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who share your triumphs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who don't expect you to be perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just grow with honesty &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In your own direction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Family is a circle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we learn to like ourselves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we learn to make good decisions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we learn to think before we do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we learn integrity and respect for others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we are specialWhere we share ideas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we listened and are listened to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we learn the rules of life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To prepare ourselves for the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world is a place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where anything can happen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we grow in a loving family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are ready for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank God for giving a WONDERFUL FAMILY that continue loving me no matter what happen.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to my mama,to my 2 kuya who make me feel loved and special.....&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-5029875203013853979?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/5029875203013853979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=5029875203013853979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5029875203013853979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5029875203013853979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/poem-for-my-wonderful-family.html' title='A Poem for my Wonderful Family'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-9196824410783267317</id><published>2008-10-14T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T05:23:58.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Compact Instruction Booklet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1. Never do housework. No man ever loved a woman because the house was spotless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2. Remember: you are known by the idiot you accompany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3. Don't imagine you can change a man - unless he's in diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;4. What do you do if your boyfriend walks out? You shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;5. So many men - so many reasons not to date any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;6. If they put a man on the moon, they should be able to put them all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;7. Tell him you're not his type - you have a pulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;8. Never let your man's mind wander. It's too little to be let out alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;9. Go for younger men. You might as well. They never mature anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;10. Men are all the same. They just have different faces so you can tell them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;11. Definition of a bachelor: a man who has missed the opportunity to make some woman miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;12. Women don't make fools of men. Most of them are the do-it-yourself types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;13. The best way to get a man to do something is to suggest they are too old for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;14. Love is blind, but marriage is a real eye-opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;15. If you want a committed man, look in a mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;16. The children of Israel wandered around the desert for 40 years. Even in biblical times, men wouldn't ask for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;17. If he asks what sort of books you're interested in, tell him checkbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;18. Remember a sense of humor does not mean that you tell him jokes, it means you laugh at his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;19. Sadly, all men are created equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;20. When he asks you if he's your first date, tell him "You may be, you look  familiar." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-9196824410783267317?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/9196824410783267317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=9196824410783267317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/9196824410783267317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/9196824410783267317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/womens-compact-instruction-booklet.html' title='Women&apos;s Compact Instruction Booklet'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-6519625925499032734</id><published>2008-10-13T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:30:39.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wounds and stitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tuesday,14,october 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Open wounds and a broken heart. This is all I have. Seldom do I find people who care enough to stitch these wounds back together so that I can breathe. More often than not they enjoy seeing me bleed until there’s nothing more left for me to consume.  These pains are tormenting me and it’s all locked within – desperately trying to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve reached the end of an endless road, and now I’m hanging on the edge of a cliff but still I feel cold, empty, lifeless and alone. At this point, I’m giving in to misery and hopelessly trying to take pleasure in the hurt. I guess this is how I cope up. This is how I'll continue to live…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-6519625925499032734?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/6519625925499032734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=6519625925499032734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6519625925499032734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6519625925499032734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/wounds-and-stitches.html' title='wounds and stitches'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-7265651451545489278</id><published>2008-10-13T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:02:54.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about my Purpose.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SPNUhzxgvcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sdiZUfVE5K4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256638129881791938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="153" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SPNUhzxgvcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sdiZUfVE5K4/s320/untitled.bmp" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;There is more to life than just HERE and NOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Measured against eternity, my time on earth is just a blink of an eye, but the consequences of my deeds will last forever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The deeds of this so called LIFE are the destiny of the next.&lt;br /&gt;    Since I was made to last forever, what is one thing I should stop doing and the one thing I should start doing today? &lt;br /&gt;    The way I see my life also shapes yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;LIFE determines my destiny. My perspective influence how I invest my time, spending my money, use my talents, and value my relationships.&lt;br /&gt;    I sometimes asked how I picture life? One thing I could tell....Life is a metaphor. I view life as I hold, conciously and unconciously.... It's a description of my life works and what I expect from it.&lt;br /&gt;    This WORLD is not my home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://balugz.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/kagaya046.JPG" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-7265651451545489278?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/7265651451545489278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=7265651451545489278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7265651451545489278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7265651451545489278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/thinking-about-my-purpose.html' title='Thinking about my Purpose.....'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SPNUhzxgvcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sdiZUfVE5K4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-8642670283999108769</id><published>2008-10-13T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T06:49:13.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love to hate..Hate to love!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have you ever been in love?Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You build up these defenses, you build this whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You give them a piece of you.They didn't ask for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They do something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own any more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love takes hostages.It gets inside you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so working its way into your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It hurts.Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind.It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trust and then forgetting.It takes lotsa courage to trust someone..And it takes lotsa determinations to forget someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hate love. I really do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But I LOVE HIM....=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-8642670283999108769?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/8642670283999108769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=8642670283999108769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/8642670283999108769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/8642670283999108769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-to-hatehate-to-love.html' title='Love to hate..Hate to love!!!'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-8253442115861304790</id><published>2008-10-12T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T06:23:30.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mEmOriEs i juZ can't Leave in the past!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;SuNdAy,12 OcTober 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;...sweet memoRies aRe what's bEEn Left in my mind but painfuL memoRies aRe hiDDen inside mah' heaRt that keeps me cRying aLL night..&lt;br /&gt;...why do a pLaya' Like me expeRienced being inLove Like this, i don't even know if this is a gift oR such a cuRse given to me..&lt;br /&gt;...but inspite of it , i wanna accept it as something that is uniqueLy designated foR peopLe who is seaRching foR what is ReaL &amp;amp; tRue..&lt;br /&gt;...i wish foRgetting mah' feeLings for someone was as easy as digging a hoLe in the backyard, buRying it theRe, &amp;amp; Leaving a cRoss on top of it to Remind me of how beautifuL it once was..&lt;br /&gt;...but it could neveR be Like that. the truth is, foRgetting these feeLings is much Like digging my veRy own gRave &amp;amp; buRying myseLf aLivE!!!&lt;br /&gt;...it was RiLy impoRtant to RemembeR that i can neveR Regain something i Left in the past..&lt;br /&gt;...change mah' focus to the pResent &amp;amp; deaL w/ the state of things as they aRe, instead of cLinging to some memory of what  i once  had...&lt;br /&gt;...memoRies aRe nice, but that's aLL they aRe!!!...huhuhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-8253442115861304790?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/8253442115861304790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=8253442115861304790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/8253442115861304790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/8253442115861304790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/memories-i-juz-cant-leave-in-past.html' title='mEmOriEs i juZ can&apos;t Leave in the past!'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-6597754046758177033</id><published>2008-10-12T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T06:15:06.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Your Partner Cheats On You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"I'm sorry love, I wasn't thinking. I don't know why I did it. It just happened and it won't happen again. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."&lt;br /&gt;This is a common plea for forgiveness. The person knows what they did was wrong and yet they have the audacity to beg for forgiveness.It's an unwritten law that you don't cheat on your partner. It's not something someone has to be told is wrong. We all know it is wrong yet people cheat anyway and then use ignorance as their excuse.&lt;br /&gt;People who cheat are simply selfish people. They are only concerned about themselves and no-one else.&lt;br /&gt;What these people don't know is that it isn't you who doesn't love them, but rather they don't love themselves. It's very similar to the person who is suspicious in that a person can only be suspicious of what they have done or what they can do.&lt;br /&gt;In this situation, these people cheat to force you into saying, "yes, I love you and I forgive you".&lt;br /&gt;But that isn't love. That's control. In this situation the partner will continue to cheat because they know you don't have the self esteem to leave them. They know that you are afraid to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to love yourself... and free yourself! Don't be afraid. Your partner doesn't own you.&lt;br /&gt;In other situations, a person who is selfish will cheat just to be cruel and mean. They don't give a damn about anything or anyone, including themselves. They pretend to be this and they pretend to be that, but the bottom line is that they are fake. Completely and totally fake.&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't about cheating on your partner.Love can't exist when there isn't trust and commitment.&lt;br /&gt;If all you want is a relationship that is 25% complete, then stay with a partner who cheats.&lt;br /&gt;But if you are serious about love, then do yourself a favour and realize you deserve 100% all the time.&lt;br /&gt;No excuse can justify cheating.&lt;br /&gt;A person doesn't even need to be allowed 1 mistake in terms of cheating because we all know it is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;We know it's wrong and nothing more needs to be said.&lt;br /&gt;A loving partner will never cheat. Love is not about hurting someone else.&lt;br /&gt;If your partner cheats on you, then there really isn't love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-6597754046758177033?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/6597754046758177033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=6597754046758177033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6597754046758177033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/6597754046758177033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-your-partner-cheats-on-you.html' title='When Your Partner Cheats On You'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-296571731264075920</id><published>2008-10-11T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:34:27.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mars &amp; Venus</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As per the title...obviously it's gotto do with men &amp;amp; women...&lt;br /&gt;well, 1st of all...other than there are differences when it comes to the physical parts, whereby certain pieces are added &amp;amp; certain pieces are missing....&lt;br /&gt;What's the biggest difference between Men &amp;amp; Women?&lt;br /&gt;The personalities? The distinctive 6 sense &amp;amp; intuition? The strength &amp;amp; weeknesses? or the hobbies &amp;amp; interest?&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think it's the way the brains are working...which voice down to the thoughts &amp;amp; emotions...&lt;br /&gt;hmm..talking bout brain, about thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;is it because most of the time, women thinks more with their heart only when it comes to analytical issues they use their brains...but mostly overcome with emotions?&lt;br /&gt;or is it because guys have got two brains? as what they say, two heads are better than one? but most of the time or all the time, one brain is not thinking at all &amp;amp; is affecting the other one which is thinking...or should i say leading the thinking one along...which in most cases, ended up making the wrong decision?&lt;br /&gt;As for ladies, normally they would be affected by emotions, which also make them end up controlled by them and make hasty decisions or do irrational things at the worst moment...which is why, they at the end of the day, tends to regret on their decision making....&lt;br /&gt;Which is why men always say that women cant think rationally or make good decisions....&lt;br /&gt;But....we all are humans afterall...how could we not have emotions?&lt;br /&gt;Making decisions without feelings, or without Feeling the decisions you need to make, would make the outcome at times, beyond returnable state, or harsh at times....&lt;br /&gt;Thus, there is always two sides of the coins....the need is just to find a balancing point...yup...the word is JUST TO...and IF we can find it...&lt;br /&gt;the only thing we can do is probably to try...finding the balancing point which is very difficult....or to try....understanding each other's indifferences...&lt;br /&gt;As some people say, women came from the men, they are actually a part from the men's ribs...which means that we do have to complement each other to a certain extent...&lt;br /&gt;it's like yin &amp;amp; yang, father &amp;amp; mother, you need to have both in order to have a balance....&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day...it's not so much of men or women but the personality traits which clashes...we just have to be able to understand this &amp;amp; to accept it &amp;amp; find a correct way to go round the traits to adapt or blend in to each other...&lt;br /&gt;if we could accept why is it that women always pick on petty things which seems to matter a whole big deal to them, while men always brush these aside and only focus on the big issues...is because men tend to be more of a superhero character &amp;amp; women are more on a damsel on distressed...though we may be pretty tough at times &amp;amp; can take care of ourselves completely well without men...we still have our times, when we are soft &amp;amp; need someone to lean on...afterall...we could always blame in on the PMS or hormones...&lt;br /&gt;If we could just dont ask why...&amp;amp; accept the fact &amp;amp; try to understand that's just how each of us are, &amp;amp; take the fact that though we do not think it's important, but it is to them, why not just accept rather than pry on the WHY? &amp;amp; then think they are weird....&lt;br /&gt;it's all a matter of preference i guess, just like why guys like cars, but ladies like beauty products...the differences...&lt;br /&gt;there was once a saying that men &amp;amp; women used to be one until they separated, &amp;amp; it is up to you to find the exact perfect piece to fit in the puzzle, as when parted, each pair is spilted differently...but it is a matter of IF &amp;amp; WHEN we can find them...&lt;br /&gt;Thus when one knows that it is tough or almost impossible, cos not all people have the luck of finding their other real perfect half...&lt;br /&gt;so, why not...let go or our indifferences &amp;amp; start all over again...as individuals who care &amp;amp; understands.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-3204659864709995170</id><published>2008-10-09T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:29:49.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKE OR LOVE????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LIKE OR LOVE????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In front of the person you like, your heart beats faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*But in front of the person you love, you get happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*But in front of the person you like, winter is just beautiful winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*If you look into the eyes of the one you like, you blush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*But if you look into the eyes of the one you love, you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*In front of the person you like, you can't say everything on your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*But in front of the person you love, you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*In front of the person you like, you tend to get shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*But in front of the person you love, you can show your own self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*When the one you love is crying, you cry with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*The feeling of like starts from the ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*But the feeling of love starts from the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*So if you stop liking a person you used to like, all you need to do is cover your ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*But if you try to close your eyes, love turns into a drop of tear and remains in your heart forever ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-3204659864709995170?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/3204659864709995170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=3204659864709995170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3204659864709995170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. What is a four-letter word that ends in ‘k’ and means the same as intercourse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. What is it that a cow has four of and a woman has only two of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. What can you find in a man's pants that is about six inches long, has a head on it, and that women love so much that they often blow it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;4. What word starts with "f " and ends with "u-c-k"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;5. Name five words that are each four letters long, end in " u-n-t " one of which is a word for a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;6. What does a dog do that you can step into?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;7. What four letter word begins with "f " and ends with k", and if you can't get one you can use your hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;8. What is hard, six inches long, has two nuts, and can make a girl fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;9. What four-letter word ends in "i-t " and is found on the bottom of birdcages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;10. What is it that all men have one of; it's longer on some men than on others; the pope doesn't use his; and a man gives it to his wife after they're married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;ANSWERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;1. (talk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;2. (legs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;3. (a twenty dollar bill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;4. (firetruck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;5. (bunt, hunt, runt, punt, aunt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;6. (pants)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;7. (fork)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;8. (Almond Joy candy bar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;9. (grit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;10. (last name) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-3378339978003934357?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/3378339978003934357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=3378339978003934357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3378339978003934357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/3378339978003934357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-think-dirty.html' title='Don&apos;t Think DIRTY.....'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-5853184169965151687</id><published>2008-10-08T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:56:20.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥♥loving you♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;no. this time im not gona talk about the typical love story. the usual "im so inlove with this guy," "i wana love you forever" sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;this time, im talking about loving you. yes, you. your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it’s been quite a couple of months lately. drowning myself with and in work (which i love to do :)) , and being surrounded by the usual twisted life stories, misshapenned loves, mine and otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i realized one thing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;here, let me throw a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;how can  you say that you love yourself? what is proof that you take time and effort to take care of yourself? to shower yourself with love, the same way you do to "him," or "that," or "them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Many may answer, "oh, i love myself so much because I make sure that I get what I want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Clearly, this response is sheer honesty, and bare-souled selfishness. Havent we heard of the "art of selfishness?" or the need for "me time" from the ubiquitous Oprah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"What I want" could apply to the simplest of things like allowing yourself to have that extra cup of rice (hahaha) or that sundae with your Value Meal. It’s giving yourself a few hours alone to read, to jot down a few crazy ideas in your journal. A solitary evening spent daydreaming (which I havent done in a looong time!!! I think i miss kissing my pillow?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A more complicated example, something that we find so common, is relationships. (Oh, dear…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Havent we found ourselves in such tight, stupid situations, where we know we deserve more but we just cant help ourselves? Have you ever found yourself giving in to impulse, — to that fling, that one night of sex, that beyond-stupid affair, that (give in) to the unstable emotion called infatuation. I mean, damn girl, you dont want instant indulgence. You dont want this relationship because you feel "lonely," because he "completes you." Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But of course, it’s not as easy to differentiate between "what i want" and "what i seem to want." Sigh***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As I’ve grown (which isnt much, really), I’ve come to realize that getting into relationships needs so much time. So much thought. Otherwise, I end up regretting it. I end up hating myself, or feeling ugly (or stupid!), or finding myself saying "nasasakal nako!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Another scenario. "I deserve more,"…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Two things: Yes, you deserve more than that jerk you’re falling for. You deserve more than that "taken" man. You deserve more than that worthless job, that "emotional vampire" of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Two,well, yeah, you deserve more, but what exactly do you want? This, youbetter find out. Whether it’s what you want in a man, in your career,or in your own damn life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It’s easy to fall into the trap, the misconception that you are loving yourself by giving yourself what you want. By giving in to that impulse of "happiness," of self-gratification. Nako, madali talagang magpakasaya. Magdrugs, magsex, magpakawala, gumastos, maglakwatsa, o di kaya ay magkunwari ng kung anu ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(back to english mode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But no, sometimes, "loving yourself" takes more than that. It’s a painstaking consideration of what you really deserve, a thorough deliberation of what you could possibly be more of, the prospect of your highest, bestest self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I mean come on, the Gautama Buddha says that "You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserveyour love and affection." So go ahead. It’s time for some self-gratification! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For the "im fat" girls, have that pack of Kisses for your midnight solitary rendezvous. But always consider that health, is wealth. You dont want to be spending shitloads of money on medicines or hospitalization, and yes, you do want to  be fit enough to be able to run to Ministop for that chocolate craving, and be sexy enough to fit into that blouse to catch his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For the "i love/hate him" girls, make a list of "turn-ons" and take time to consider your priorities. It’s not just about wanting to spend the rest of your life with him. I mean, does he want to spend his life with you equally? Or maybe, what you really need is to spend time alone. Don’t you think the next most lovable thing to Jake Gylennhall is your own self? (hahaha). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For the "i dont have time" girls, extend that deadline and just breathe. Don’t let your boss’ rants kill your creativity! Or better yet, cancel that next date. For sure, you will have time to do what you want, what you need, and what you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For the "i dont know what to do" girls,(oh my g!dat's me)ehhehe, tell it outloud, how you feel, what you want — to that slave-driving boss, inconsiderate parent, unfair sister, insensitive friend, or that petrifying, goose-bumpin’ "guy." Dont know what to do with your life? Imagine yourself old and aging, or  better yet, dead. I’m sure in a few minutes youd be jolted back to life enough to realize what you want to do, what you want to be, what you want to give, and leave as legacy to this world...hahayzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For the "im afraid" ones out there, why dont you stop what youre doing. Look back, look inside you, and look outside. That bitch is merely a ditz who craves attention and is actually just as afraid and insecure as you are. That dickhead is just a frog croaking bullshit, so dont listen to him, in fact, stop thinking about him already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Often we fear committment, we fear rejection, wecannot stand the idea of confessing our feelings, of being the firstone to make a move… And the mere thought of rendering oneselfvulnerable in front of "the guy" makes us run away and hide into theEverests of the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To everyone, stop pretending to be what you are, or what you are not. Quit donning that mask. Let go of that fear and unleash the goddess in you (or demoness! raaarrrr).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Incidentally, for those of you who have no idea what you deserve. Maybe it’s that resolution to finally save up even 1% of your money. Or that pledge to finally "stop texting him and move on." Even simpler, it’s the simple act of scheduling time to clean your apartment (youre a lady for godsake!), or for the obsessive-compulsives, time to "not sweat the small stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Simple ideas here — Why dont you decide on a few important things, like taking time to read and smarten up some more (yeah!), time to get to solitarily know your sensual self (wink*), and time to emulate, imbibe, and actually be the "i dont care what the rest of the world thinks" kind of girl. (Yeah, i dont really care if im sounding so self-effacing here!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For those into the higher mode of "self giving," where you’ve realized that there’s more to life than loving oneself… Think about it. How can you give more to others? How can you BE more for others? Sometimes it’s not just about doling out, or going about the usual NGO/activist/advocacy routines. Each and everyone of us is a person, a soul that is wanting, waiting to be listened to, to be considered, to be cared for. (Arent we all?!) Indeed, self giving is self love. Beyond loving yourself is ofcourse, the ability to love others, to share yourself, and give more to your fellow each and every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But I guess, for most of us, we need to first learn to love "good ol’ me" before we can even begin to love the Other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Diba? =) Tama. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bow***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Note: The above was written in sole consideration of the self, and at absolutely no instance was the "Other" given due thought. It must be understood that this is a pure self-loving essay and that the writer holds no responsibility for any thought or concern for the "Other," for the mean time (or for the length of this essay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Para sa mga nagsumikap na bumasa ng aking ek ek, salamat. Alam ko na ang kapal ng mukha ko para magadvise sa mga kapwa ko babae. Eh wala lang. Trip lang. Hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-5853184169965151687?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/5853184169965151687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=5853184169965151687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5853184169965151687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5853184169965151687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/loving-you.html' title='♥♥loving you♥♥'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-7326905793539727372</id><published>2008-10-06T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:24:32.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"BEAUTY FOR ASHES"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SOqr9-sRTGI/AAAAAAAAACs/vqWYNtdWsA0/s1600-h/bk8ew6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254200996570156130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SOqr9-sRTGI/AAAAAAAAACs/vqWYNtdWsA0/s320/bk8ew6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;while i was in the pain a lot of books that ive'd read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;one i enjoy to read is the book of "BEAUTY OF ASHES",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;receiving emotional healing was god's way of gently reminding me to not be so angry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and not to give up.while i writing this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm already grateful that i had been reading this book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;when i was so ready to make a drastic decision that i now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i feel would have caused more harm than actually solving what wounded me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was able to let go of my initial pain induced impulse because of my family's and friends intervention coupled with the practical wisdom in "BEAUTY OF ASHES".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;One of JOYCE MEYERS fundamental teachings is that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"People who are hurting end up hurting themselves and others even more".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love her messages in this quote,"Why does GOD make us to wait for healing?waiting is the difficult part.How well we wait reveals wether we have faith in GOD".furthermore ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;JOYCE MEYER reminded me That life doesn't stop because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"I've been in crisis until you can be happy for other people when they are blessed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you will never have these kind of things happen to you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I believe we should celebrate what binds us in faith and not dwell on our differences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love people who are respectfull of our having but one GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;regardless of religious denominations my family is devoutly catholic and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i am sure that this is the religion i will raise my future children practicing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and it will be what i'll hold on to until my time to meet my creator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;my mom's faith is continually strengthen by praying everyday and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;by attending sunday mass.my friends and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i previously attending mass every tuesday and wednesday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and praying novena and rosary.even at the lowest point in my life i always pray rosary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am much deeper in pain contemplating letting go of our relationship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but i held on to GOD....it really helps a lot this book to my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i always read this to remind me that never give up and have faith in GOD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-7326905793539727372?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/7326905793539727372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=7326905793539727372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7326905793539727372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/7326905793539727372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/beauty-for-ashes.html' title='&quot;BEAUTY FOR ASHES&quot;'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SOqr9-sRTGI/AAAAAAAAACs/vqWYNtdWsA0/s72-c/bk8ew6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-5979815610234155921</id><published>2008-10-06T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:15:37.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥♥Wu Chun and Hana Kimi♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Everyone in the office is making a fuss about Taiwan's hottest male group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't mean F4 anymore. They're Fahrenheit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And the most handsome among the quartet is Wu Chun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I first saw Chun as Jian in a teenage drama series from ABS CBN, Hana Kimi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;He was the most popular yet silent-type athlete whom Reixi fell in love with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Reixi was a girl who traveled from the US only to see her idol Jian high jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She pretended to be a guy and got comfortable pretending for two years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The series didn't end so well. Both of them continued all the pretensions -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;that Reixi was a girl and that Jian did not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now, allow me to vent.It wasn't such a good ending for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and I think most of the viewers, if not all, would agree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hoped that Reixi opened up the secret and confessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;that she really loved Jian. And for Jian to also tell her that he loved her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and that he knew the ruth from the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I really didn't like the way it ended. It was very frustrating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Why didn't they just said something, maybe just hints and then faced with courage all the consequences or the things that would follow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That wasn't love at all. Well, they termed their feeling toward each other as "liking". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But duh! They were there already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;They could've made things easier for the two of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;They didn't have a problem with people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The only people that they would've thought about would be themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;They both had the problem. They were chickens not telling the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;They would've flown to the US together and start from there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was meant to happen. Their feelings were meant to be realized, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;only that they just threw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and wasted everything that they sacrificed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SOqgw-G1oVI/AAAAAAAAACg/-2sHbx2jNZU/s1600-h/chun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254188678446948690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="174" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SOqgw-G1oVI/AAAAAAAAACg/-2sHbx2jNZU/s320/chun1.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;IN DEEP THOUGHTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SOqgQ3mw8eI/AAAAAAAAACY/CFUbrXjACtQ/s1600-h/chun3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254188126945997282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 407px" height="177" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SOqgQ3mw8eI/AAAAAAAAACY/CFUbrXjACtQ/s320/chun3.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WISHING THOSE ARE FOR ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &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;/p&gt;&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;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I COULD JUST DROLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254187615160795490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px" height="277" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SOqfzFDqgWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Yy7kAOPxRkY/s320/chun2.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-5979815610234155921?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/5979815610234155921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=5979815610234155921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5979815610234155921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/5979815610234155921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/2008/10/wu-chun-and-hana-kimi.html' title='♥♥Wu Chun and Hana Kimi♥♥'/><author><name>princess cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01349093666411108123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SQ7qX1OJjhI/AAAAAAAAADE/MB41RH8srrY/S220/1_487051222l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRErazZofBk/SOqgw-G1oVI/AAAAAAAAACg/-2sHbx2jNZU/s72-c/chun1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469119050887516472.post-8583974339979067879</id><published>2008-10-06T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:02:18.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥♥ MY BAI ♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have seen you a million timesAnd every time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see you I fall in love with you all over again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart starts to race My frown turns into a smile &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all my worries are now in my past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you smile at me my heart melts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You give the sweetest hugs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every time you hug me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your smile is like a new day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your sense of humor is like no other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ability you have to make me smile &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is all you need you love me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your laugh is so soft and sweet Just looking in your eyes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makes me melt inside Your lips look so soft enough to kissYou, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yourself relive me from all pain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your hands are as soft as a pillow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way you comfort me is amazing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every time we say good-byeI start to cry &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say good-bye to you too many times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said good-bye to you a million times...=(&lt;/strong&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/2469119050887516472-8583974339979067879?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/8583974339979067879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=8583974339979067879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469119050887516472/posts/default/8583974339979067879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Starting out on a journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Never dreaming What we'd have to go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now here we are And I'm suddenly standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;At the beginning with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;No one told me I was going to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Unexpected What you did to my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I lost hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You were there to remind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is the startLife is a road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I want to keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love is a river I wanna keep flowing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Life is a road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wonderful journey I'll be there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When the world stops turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll be there When the storm is through In the end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wanna be standing At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;We were strangersOn a crazy adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Never dreaming How our dreams would come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now here we stand Unafraid of the future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I knew there was somebody somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Like me alone in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now I know my dream will live on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've been waiting so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nothing's gonna tear us apart ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469119050887516472-4296332274153722669?l=ilovemybai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemybai.blogspot.com/feeds/4296332274153722669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2469119050887516472&amp;postID=4296332274153722669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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