<?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-10040264</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:19:46.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cutie....pa-tootie! ! !</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-114300486256872862</id><published>2006-03-21T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:22:27.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>medium...hot...and...cold???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;my whole day yesterday  was just okay, nothing significant or whatsoever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;there were the downside of my times.....ok lang.....(hormones? &lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/smile_tongue.gif" /&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;got really fine when i talked to a friend who really listens, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;pro talaga naman...bad things happens for no reason at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;or should i say, bad things happens when you least expect it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;haay nako talaga....&lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/smile_sniff.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;how can such a very good conversation turned out to be so terrible?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;kainis...with the rudenes and all! kainis na...nakakalungkot pa!&lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/smile_sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;don't know, how could somebody just drop the conversation like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;that's why, i really do believe in effective communication....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;sometimes people just judge you right away without getting into the facts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;people are sometimes frustrating but i just can't do anything but accept them and let them be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;the harder i tried to reach out, the more they moved farther away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;or maybe, i'm just pushing myself too much....so, i just thought of drifting away from them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;no matter how much.... that's okay, i guess.... i'll just let the time do its own working.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;you can't really blatantly tell them who and what you are, anyways....so ....that's just about it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;my thoughts for this day?  " patience is a virtue"  &amp; "in time, they'll realize who, what and how am i really at and/or for them"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;it's just so hard to justify how truthful you are to a person ....nope... i shouldn't do that, coz i know myself too well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;maybe because, sometimes i don't consume myself  in what they say to me either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;but, whatever it is, haay nako, i need not to be so naive......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&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/10040264-114300486256872862?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/114300486256872862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=114300486256872862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/114300486256872862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/114300486256872862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2006/03/mediumhotandcold.html' title='medium...hot...and...cold???'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-114288622510130336</id><published>2006-03-20T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:24:51.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...alone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;posted this at tristancafe.com site....got good feedbacks...tnx!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;link:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tristancafe.com/forum/42073#c1228970"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.tristancafe.com/forum/42073#c1228970&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffccff;color:#ff0000;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes it's so hard to imagine why people just use you. but, they said, God made you for them- those who are in need. i know, i can't truly savor the wonderful feeling of giving, if the one i'm helping doesn't really need my help. It's just so hurtful to see and accept that they could turn their backs on you, just like that, after they got what they wanted or they realized, they won't get anything from you anymore. now, i'm dealing with the reality of life, it's much harder and i can't help but remember my younger years where i don't have to think of anybody else except myself and my own happiness. i feel like, i have to be selfish sometimes but i can't. i keep telling myself that God made me for something or someone. the only thing that makes me going is learning that at the end of it all, even though, i didn't get any in return (so, i try not to expect anything back), people don't appreciate my existence and cares, people just take me for granted or worse, take advantaged of me, I still feel intact but weary (of course, that's part of it) coz i know, i did my part and pleased Him the best way I can.&lt;br /&gt;i also thought that sometimes, i feel like i won't be able to give anything anymore but still, i'm trying to be there. they said, it's called stupidity or self-love doesn't exist in my being. but i thought, how could i love myself if i won't love somebody else? loving myself is loving someone. i won't be able to love myself, if i won't love the important people around me. i'll feel so damn empty if that will happen. i can't just go on with my life knowing that somebody is in despair. but sometimes, people don't want to accept things (just like me). so, all i can do is just respect that. and all i can do is to express my love through prayers. i do believe in DIVINE LOVE. i read about it and i know, it does exist and it does work. i just need to be patient and more loving. i need to love God more than anyone else. He's the source of everything---strength, love, thoughts, power, patience, understanding, etc... and from there, i know, divine love can be channelled to everybody. i have to love myself, i know that. and i do believe too, that loving God first, is also loving yourself in a way because you learn to love all His creations, and yourself included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-114288622510130336?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/114288622510130336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=114288622510130336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/114288622510130336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/114288622510130336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2006/03/alone.html' title='...alone....'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-114212162147191172</id><published>2006-03-11T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:21:58.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream on</title><content type='html'>A very deep and intense kind of emotion, that even though no one’s uttering a single sweet word nor gentle, soft caresses which will send butterflies to your stomach, but just the mere presence of the person, is so greatly enough to make you feel so secured, loved and accepted……that’s what will soothe the longing, terrible pain and confusion.&lt;br /&gt;And what if you’re not in the same plane? And what if the other person is looking for more than what your deep feelings are? Can you blame this person or yourself? Can you blame them if their state of passion can’t meet? So many questions……&lt;br /&gt;It’s not how much you openly feel or totally give to a person that matters.  It’s how you   communicate your desires and understand the other’s flaws and shortcomings…..that’s why it is simply called &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know…hmmm…can’t help but dream…someday….I know…someday…..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....I know, as what they would always tell me, no such thing ever exist! But, I do believe in working it out….”eagerly” working it out… whatever! I think, it’s time for me to stop. SMILE! That’s what I got from watching and reading too much so-called “perfect” love stories...no wonder, I don’t even watch TV nowadays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-114212162147191172?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/114212162147191172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=114212162147191172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/114212162147191172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/114212162147191172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2006/03/dream-on.html' title='dream on'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-114194534712527169</id><published>2006-03-09T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T15:02:27.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm thinking and asking........</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINKING AND ASKING…....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving without expecting any in return&lt;br /&gt;caring and thinking without any response&lt;br /&gt;until when can you stand all the hurt and pain?&lt;br /&gt;is it called stupidity or simply loving purely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you think it’s already God-given&lt;br /&gt;when you feel everything’s alright &lt;br /&gt;in spite of all the flaws and disagreements&lt;br /&gt;how could you really tell, when once so strong and now so weak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have to settle for destiny?&lt;br /&gt;or should you make way to live and struggle to be happy&lt;br /&gt;they said if it’s God’s will it will be&lt;br /&gt;but how could you really tell if you’re in the middle of insanity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should you still love after all the misery?&lt;br /&gt;or should you just keep it to yourself&lt;br /&gt;and dream it’s still forever be&lt;br /&gt;how could you really tell the future &lt;br /&gt;once so bright and now so vague?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;if you really love so honestly,&lt;br /&gt;purity and togetherness once bound by unity&lt;br /&gt;how could you really stand your love in pain &lt;br /&gt;or how could you really enjoy life half-heartedly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ANSWER? harharhar!!! ako din sumagot.....&lt;br /&gt;give what they’d asked……you’ll be in pain (you have to go through it) but you’ll be happy later on with God’s love and guidance, you’ll never go wrong……..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-114194534712527169?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/114194534712527169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=114194534712527169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/114194534712527169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/114194534712527169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-thinking-and-asking.html' title='i&apos;m thinking and asking........'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113791516100114679</id><published>2006-01-21T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:32:41.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUicpFVR4-A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUicpFVR4-A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113791516100114679?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113791516100114679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113791516100114679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113791516100114679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113791516100114679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-cute.html' title='this is cute'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113676821943811214</id><published>2006-01-08T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T16:56:59.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm an ocean! hahaha!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id=videodiv align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicvideozone.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;embed name="Fastball 'You're An Ocean' (2000)" src="http://www.musicvideozone.com/code.php?vid=17536316&amp;l=" type="application/x-mplayer2" width="320" height="310" ShowControls="1" ShowStatusBar="1" AutoSize="true" AutoStart="true" loop="true" EnableContextMenu="0" DisplaySize="4" Volume="-1" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Video provided by Music Video Zone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're An Ocean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fastball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you make it easier for me to understand&lt;br /&gt;How you're holdin' my heart&lt;br /&gt;In your tremblin' hands&lt;br /&gt;I say rise to meet me halfway up among the stars&lt;br /&gt;You may be from Venus, but I'm definitely not from Mars&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You're an ocean, you're an ocean&lt;br /&gt;Settle down, settle down&lt;br /&gt;What's the commotion?&lt;br /&gt;I'm an island, but you're an ocean&lt;br /&gt;It's a stormy sea of love and emotion&lt;br /&gt;You've got me suspended motionless inside&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Make the warm winds circle round my head just like you do&lt;br /&gt;If I could do it, I could turn it to you&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'd buy whatever you would sell to me&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' in my life ever came with a guarantee&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I believe I'd buy whatever you would sell to me&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' in my life ever came with a guarantee&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113676821943811214?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113676821943811214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113676821943811214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113676821943811214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113676821943811214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-ocean-hahaha.html' title='i&apos;m an ocean! hahaha!!!'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113624169705491374</id><published>2006-01-02T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:41:37.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from tristancafe.com</title><content type='html'>GOODBYE &lt;br /&gt;(JUANA) &lt;br /&gt;ALBUM: MISBEHAVIOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to hurt you badly&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that I am fooling around with you&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for the time you've wasted on me&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for the things that you went through&lt;br /&gt;But I know that the problem's within me&lt;br /&gt;You're so nice but your love don't deserve me&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just so scared to fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember the days&lt;br /&gt;So many times, I've been hurt&lt;br /&gt;So much trust I put on a relationship&lt;br /&gt;So much suffering I got and the pain still remain&lt;br /&gt;Know I like you but I don't wanna take the risk&lt;br /&gt;So confused and I don't know how to deal with it&lt;br /&gt;Need some time for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I need some time for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I need some time for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know I wasn't thinking before&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm always ending up with Mr. Wrong&lt;br /&gt;Learning from the past, don't wanna make a mistake&lt;br /&gt;You could be Mr. Right or could be a fake&lt;br /&gt;You know I like you but I don't wanna take the risk&lt;br /&gt;So confused and I don't know how to deal with it&lt;br /&gt;Need some time for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AD LIB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat CHORUS]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113624169705491374?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113624169705491374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113624169705491374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113624169705491374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113624169705491374'/><link rel='alternate' 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Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. ” (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=31&amp;search=John"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;John 14:1-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;....good night friendly friends! thanks for checking out my profile---you know where it is! stats keep coming up! hope you like my food for thoughts! i'll put up some more so come back, ha?  ;-)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113583561470784090?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113583561470784090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113583561470784090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113583561470784090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113583561470784090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-made-my-day.html' title='YOU made my day!'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113583539651791254</id><published>2005-12-28T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:51:36.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what did santa gave me......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;before anything else, merry christmas to myself and to my dearest friends and family! santa's gift was very unique and could i say, a blessing this christmas.... he brought me colds, severe headcahe, fever and chills (hehehehe) so i just stayed in bed, kept myself warm and dozed the eve off!!! hehehe!!! couldn't really get up,......though i was still able to go to my relatives' house that late afternoon very quickly just to unload gifts then, attended the 7pm mass, that's a great accomplishment already....yey!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;well, it was a happy and blessed christmas for me......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;*saw my handsome and super kulit na inaanak...but i think, i shared my colds coz just hours before leaving, he's sneezing na...sowi pow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;*got to attend a christian mass.....very ok sya----not only because they serve good food (hehehe! not missin' my fats yet!) but it's fun!..........hmmm....i wanted to attend a christian church dati pa kaya very happy ako kc i was able to experience it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;*spent time with my close friend....na kahit L.A. lang sya....once in a blue moon lang kme magkita but still we're there for each other.......o diva? kya nga labs ko yan....superdupermegaover2damaxtlgangtlga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;*got to look at things more clearly.....ehem....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;clearly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;(cough! cough! cough!).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;clearly.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;ok, ok, ok hindi dala ng sakit ko yan........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;CLEARLY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;hahaha!!!! baliw na talga ko......wla n tlgang mgagawa jan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;kidding aside...totoo yan.......sabi nga ni friend kong c s.j., &amp;quot;clouded&amp;quot; ang situation....pati ang brain ko ....kya baliw nako...hehehe...ngaun po kahit gano ka-foggy ang san fernando valley ang utak ko ay clear na clear--- parang walang laman.....take note...parang lang.....dala lamang po ng sobrang pagkukunwaring pagkabait bait...hahaha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;wla lang pong mgawa...o diba may sakit pa po ako nyan......masaya lang po (better not pout nga e!).... kc i found my ONLY HOPE&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;RAINBOW!!! So, mga friendly friends please check out my newly uploaded video sa profile ko (friendster account)! CIAO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;and check out also my newly uploaded pics....why do i miss my sis' dec31st bday and our new year.....o diba? disisyete palang halatang love ko na ang food!!! hehehe!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt; happy new year!!! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113583539651791254?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113580616702372477</id><published>2005-12-28T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T14:03:52.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love norah jones!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FEELS LIKE HOME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNRISE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise, sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Looks like mornin' in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But the clocks held 9:15 for hours&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise, sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't tempt us if it tried&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the afternoon's already come and gone&lt;br /&gt;And I said hoo...&lt;br /&gt;To you&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surprise&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure it's written all over my face&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, surprise&lt;br /&gt;Never something I could hide&lt;br /&gt;When I see we made it through another day&lt;br /&gt;And I said hoo...&lt;br /&gt;To you&lt;br /&gt;Now good night&lt;br /&gt;Throw its cover down&lt;br /&gt;On me again&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and if I'm right&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way&lt;br /&gt;To bring me back&lt;br /&gt;Hoo...&lt;br /&gt;To you&lt;br /&gt;Hoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT AM I TO YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to you &lt;br /&gt;Tell me darling true &lt;br /&gt;To me you are the sea &lt;br /&gt;Fast as you can be &lt;br /&gt;And deep the shade of blue &lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling low &lt;br /&gt;To whom else do you go &lt;br /&gt;See I cry if you hurt &lt;br /&gt;I'd give you my last shirt &lt;br /&gt;Because I love you so &lt;br /&gt;If my sky should fall &lt;br /&gt;Would you even call &lt;br /&gt;Opened up my heart &lt;br /&gt;I never want to part &lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you the ball &lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;I can feel the butterflies &lt;br /&gt;I love you when you're blue &lt;br /&gt;Tell me darlin' true &lt;br /&gt;What am I to you &lt;br /&gt;Yeah well if my sky should fall &lt;br /&gt;Would you even call &lt;br /&gt;Opened up my heart &lt;br /&gt;Never wanna part &lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you the ball &lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;I can feel the butterflies &lt;br /&gt;Could you find a love in me &lt;br /&gt;Could you carve me in a tree &lt;br /&gt;Don't fill my heart with lies &lt;br /&gt;I will you love when you're blue &lt;br /&gt;Tell me darlin' true &lt;br /&gt;What am I to you &lt;br /&gt;What am I to you &lt;br /&gt;What am I to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THOSE SWEET WORDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you say &lt;br /&gt;I know I saw you saying it &lt;br /&gt;My ears won't stop ringing &lt;br /&gt;Long enough to hear &lt;br /&gt;Those sweet words &lt;br /&gt;What did you say &lt;br /&gt;And now the day &lt;br /&gt;The hour hand has spun &lt;br /&gt;Before the night is done &lt;br /&gt;I just have to hear &lt;br /&gt;Those sweet words &lt;br /&gt;Spoken like a melody &lt;br /&gt;All your love &lt;br /&gt;Is a lost balloon &lt;br /&gt;Rising up through the afternoon &lt;br /&gt;'Til it could fit on the head of a pin &lt;br /&gt;Come on in &lt;br /&gt;Did you have a hard time sleeping &lt;br /&gt;'Cause a heavy moon was keeping you awake &lt;br /&gt;And all I know is I'm just glad to see you again &lt;br /&gt;See my love &lt;br /&gt;Like a lost balloon &lt;br /&gt;Rising up through the afternoon &lt;br /&gt;And then you appear &lt;br /&gt;What did you say &lt;br /&gt;I know I saw you saying it &lt;br /&gt;My ears won't stop ringing &lt;br /&gt;Long enough to hear &lt;br /&gt;Those sweet words &lt;br /&gt;And your simple melody &lt;br /&gt;I just have to hear &lt;br /&gt;Your sweet words &lt;br /&gt;Spoken like a melody &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hear &lt;br /&gt;Those sweet words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARNIVAL TOWN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 'n round&lt;br /&gt;Carousel&lt;br /&gt;Has got you under it's spell&lt;br /&gt;Moving so fast...but&lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Up 'n down&lt;br /&gt;Ferris wheel&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how does it feel&lt;br /&gt;To be so high...&lt;br /&gt;Looking down here&lt;br /&gt;Is it lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Lonely&lt;br /&gt;Lonely&lt;br /&gt;Did the clown&lt;br /&gt;Make you smile&lt;br /&gt;He was only your fool for a while&lt;br /&gt;Now he's gone back home&lt;br /&gt;And left you wandering there&lt;br /&gt;Is it lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Lonely&lt;br /&gt;Lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN THE MORNING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop myself from callin' &lt;br /&gt;Callin' out your name &lt;br /&gt;I can't stop myself from fallin' &lt;br /&gt;Fallin' back again &lt;br /&gt;In the mornin' &lt;br /&gt;Baby in the afternoon &lt;br /&gt;Dark like the shady corners &lt;br /&gt;Inside a violin &lt;br /&gt;Hot like to burn my lips &lt;br /&gt;I know I can't win &lt;br /&gt;In the mornin' &lt;br /&gt;Baby in the afternoon &lt;br /&gt;I tried to quit you but I'm too weak &lt;br /&gt;Wakin' up without you I can hardly speak at all &lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend tried to help me &lt;br /&gt;To get you off my mind &lt;br /&gt;She tried a little tea and sympathy &lt;br /&gt;To get me to unwind &lt;br /&gt;In the mornin' &lt;br /&gt;Baby in the afternoon &lt;br /&gt;Funny how my favorite shirt &lt;br /&gt;Smells more like you than me &lt;br /&gt;Bitter traces left behind &lt;br /&gt;Stains no one can see &lt;br /&gt;In the mornin' &lt;br /&gt;Baby in the afternoon &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna put me in an early grave &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm your slave whenever you call &lt;br /&gt;I can't stop myself from callin' &lt;br /&gt;Callin' out your name &lt;br /&gt;I can't stop myself from fallin' &lt;br /&gt;Fallin' back again &lt;br /&gt;Fallin' back again &lt;br /&gt;Fallin' back again &lt;br /&gt;Fallin' back again &lt;br /&gt;Fallin' back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE HERE TO LOVE ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes seek conclusion in all this confusion of mine &lt;br /&gt;Though you and I both know it's only the warm glow of wine &lt;br /&gt;That's got you to feeling this way, but I don't care, &lt;br /&gt;I want you to stay &lt;br /&gt;and hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today &lt;br /&gt;Children are dancin', the gamblers are chancin' their all &lt;br /&gt;The window's accusing the door of abusing the wall &lt;br /&gt;But who cares what the night watchmen say &lt;br /&gt;The stage has been set for the play &lt;br /&gt;Hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today &lt;br /&gt;The moon's come and gone but a few stars hang on on to the sky &lt;br /&gt;The wind's runnin' free but it ain't up to me ask why &lt;br /&gt;The poets are demanding their pay &lt;br /&gt;They've left me with nothin' to say &lt;br /&gt;'cept hold me and tell me you'll be here to love me today &lt;br /&gt;Just hold me and tell me that you'll be here to love me today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CREEPIN' IN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a big ol' hole&lt;br /&gt;That's gone right through the sole&lt;br /&gt;Of this old shoe&lt;br /&gt;And the water on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no place else it found&lt;br /&gt;So it's only got one thing left to do&lt;br /&gt;Creep on in&lt;br /&gt;Creep on in&lt;br /&gt;And once it has begun&lt;br /&gt;Won't stop until it's done&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking in&lt;br /&gt;There's a silver moon&lt;br /&gt;That came just a little soon&lt;br /&gt;For me to bare&lt;br /&gt;Shines brightly on my bed&lt;br /&gt;And the shadows overhead&lt;br /&gt;Won't let me sleep as long as they're there&lt;br /&gt;Creep on in&lt;br /&gt;Creep on in&lt;br /&gt;And once it has beguun&lt;br /&gt;Won't stop until it'd done&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking in&lt;br /&gt;There's a big ol' hole&lt;br /&gt;That goes right through my sole&lt;br /&gt;And that ain't nothing new&lt;br /&gt;So long as you're around&lt;br /&gt;And got no place else you've found&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing left to do&lt;br /&gt;Creep on in&lt;br /&gt;Creep on in&lt;br /&gt;And once you have begun&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop until you're done&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current is strong from what I've heard &lt;br /&gt;It'll wisk you down the stream &lt;br /&gt;But there never seems to be much time &lt;br /&gt;My toes just touched the water &lt;br /&gt;My toes just touched the water &lt;br /&gt;Daydreamed on the bank again &lt;br /&gt;I was swimming with the fish &lt;br /&gt;And I thought this time that it may be true &lt;br /&gt;(But) My toes just touched the water &lt;br /&gt;My toes just touched the water &lt;br /&gt;My toes just touched the water &lt;br /&gt;Walked a mile just to find the edge &lt;br /&gt;Some place low enough to step right in &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here and I can't begin - to move &lt;br /&gt;Walked a mile just to find the edge &lt;br /&gt;Some place low enough to step right in &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here and I can't begin - to move &lt;br /&gt;The spoiled sun up over there &lt;br /&gt;It always has to have its way &lt;br /&gt;And I know that the river's there to shelter me &lt;br /&gt;My toes just touched the water &lt;br /&gt;My toes just touched the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUMBLE ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out on a limb&lt;br /&gt;Gone too far&lt;br /&gt;Broken down at the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;Stranded at the outskirts and sun's creepin' up&lt;br /&gt;Baby's in the backseat&lt;br /&gt;Still fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;Dreamin' of better days&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to call you but you're all i have to turn to&lt;br /&gt;What do you say&lt;br /&gt;When it's all gone away?&lt;br /&gt;Baby i didn't mean to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Truth spoke in whispers will tear you apart&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you resist it&lt;br /&gt;It never rains when you want it to&lt;br /&gt;You humble me Lord&lt;br /&gt;Humble me Lord&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees empty&lt;br /&gt;You humble me Lord&lt;br /&gt;You humble me Lord&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Baby teresa got your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see you all the time&lt;br /&gt;When she asks about her daddy&lt;br /&gt;I never know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Heard you knocked the bottle&lt;br /&gt;And helped to build the church&lt;br /&gt;You carry an honest wage&lt;br /&gt;Is it true you have someone keeping you company?&lt;br /&gt;What do you say&lt;br /&gt;When its all gone away?&lt;br /&gt;Baby i didn't meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Truth spoke in whispers will tear you apart&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you resist it&lt;br /&gt;It never rains when you want it to&lt;br /&gt;You humble me Lord&lt;br /&gt;Humble me Lord&lt;br /&gt;I'm on me knees empty&lt;br /&gt;You humble me Lord&lt;br /&gt;You humble me Lord&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOVE GROUND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underground I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;Just below the crowded avenue&lt;br /&gt;Watchin' red lights fading out of view&lt;br /&gt;Oh the air feels heavy&lt;br /&gt;Everything just passes by&lt;br /&gt;And I think that I'm a little shy&lt;br /&gt;Meet me outside above ground&lt;br /&gt;I see you on your way&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you someday, someday&lt;br /&gt;Drawing lines above my head&lt;br /&gt;But the fan keeps spinning over me&lt;br /&gt;Just my thoughts to keep me company&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Pour the night into a glass&lt;br /&gt;Can I sip it slow and make it last&lt;br /&gt;Meet me outside above ground&lt;br /&gt;I see you on your way&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you someday, someday&lt;br /&gt;Meet me outside above ground&lt;br /&gt;I see you on your way&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you someday, someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LONG WAY HOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I stumbled in the darkness &lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and alone &lt;br /&gt;Though I said I'd go before us &lt;br /&gt;And show the way back home &lt;br /&gt;There a light up ahead &lt;br /&gt;I can't hold onto her arm &lt;br /&gt;Forgive me pretty baby but I always take the long way home &lt;br /&gt;Money's just something you throw &lt;br /&gt;Off the back of a train &lt;br /&gt;Got a handful of lightening &lt;br /&gt;A hat full of rain &lt;br /&gt;And I know that I said &lt;br /&gt;I'd never do it again &lt;br /&gt;And I love you pretty baby but I always take the long way home &lt;br /&gt;I put food on the table &lt;br /&gt;And roof overhead &lt;br /&gt;But I'd trade it all tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;For The highway instead &lt;br /&gt;Watch your back if I should tell you &lt;br /&gt;Loves the only thing I've ever known &lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure pretty baby I always take the long way home &lt;br /&gt;You know I love you baby &lt;br /&gt;More than the whole wide world &lt;br /&gt;You are my woman &lt;br /&gt;I know you are my pearl &lt;br /&gt;Let's go out past the party lights &lt;br /&gt;We can finally be alone &lt;br /&gt;Come with me and we can take the long way home &lt;br /&gt;Come with me, together we can take the long way home &lt;br /&gt;Come with me, together we can take the long way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PRETTIEST THING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prettiest thing&lt;br /&gt;I ever did see&lt;br /&gt;Was lightening from the top of a cloud&lt;br /&gt;Moving through the dark a million miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;With somewhere to be&lt;br /&gt;So why does it seem&lt;br /&gt;Like a picture&lt;br /&gt;Hanging up on someone else's wall&lt;br /&gt;Lately I haven't been myself at all&lt;br /&gt;It's heavy on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming again&lt;br /&gt;Like I've always been&lt;br /&gt;And way down low&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;The prettiest thing&lt;br /&gt;I ever did see &lt;br /&gt;Was dusty as the handle on the door&lt;br /&gt;Rusty as a nail stuck in the old pine floor&lt;br /&gt;Looks like home to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming again&lt;br /&gt;Like I've always been&lt;br /&gt;And way down low&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinkin' of the prettiest thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T MISS YOU AT ALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit and watch the snow&lt;br /&gt;Fallin' down&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss you at all&lt;br /&gt;I hear children playin' laughin' so loud&lt;br /&gt;I don't think of your smile&lt;br /&gt;So if you never come to me&lt;br /&gt;You'll stay a distant memory&lt;br /&gt;Out my window I see light doing dark&lt;br /&gt;Your dark eyes don't haunt me&lt;br /&gt;And then I wonder who I am&lt;br /&gt;Without the warm touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;And then I wonder who I am&lt;br /&gt;Without the warm tough of your hand&lt;br /&gt;As I sit and watch the snow&lt;br /&gt;Fallin' down&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss you at all&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss you at all&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss you at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113580616702372477?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113580616702372477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113580616702372477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113580616702372477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113580616702372477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-norah-jones.html' title='i love norah jones!'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113580162062549472</id><published>2005-12-28T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:27:00.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once Upon A Dream&lt;br /&gt;(Jekyll&amp;Hyde)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……………….when the song began……………&lt;br /&gt;……………….we knew it had a price………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a dream&lt;br /&gt;we were lost in love’s embrace&lt;br /&gt;there we found a perfect place&lt;br /&gt;once upon a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once there was time&lt;br /&gt;like no other time before&lt;br /&gt;hope was still an open door&lt;br /&gt;once upon a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was unafraid &lt;br /&gt;the dream was so exciting &lt;br /&gt;but now I see it fade&lt;br /&gt;and I am here alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a dream&lt;br /&gt;you were heaven-sent to me&lt;br /&gt;was it never meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;was it just a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could we begin again?&lt;br /&gt;once upon a dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113580162062549472?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113580162062549472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113580162062549472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113580162062549472'/><link 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youtube.com'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113565681496101601</id><published>2005-12-26T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T20:13:34.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from my friendster......</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to... posted 12/20/05 &lt;br /&gt;don't say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Artist: the corrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;JUST HEARD THIS AWHILE AGO &amp; THEN, WAS SINGING THIS NA...... LATER ON, I JUST REALIZED..........HAAY NAKU....LALAKI TALAGA! hehehe....man-hater kuno ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this place a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;I've felt this all before&lt;br /&gt;And every time you call&lt;br /&gt;I've waited there as though you might not call at all&lt;br /&gt;I know this face I'm wearing now&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And though it feels so great I'm still afraid&lt;br /&gt;That you'll be leaving anytime&lt;br /&gt;We've done this once and then you closed the door&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall again for nothing more&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you love me unless forever&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you need me if you're not gonna stay &lt;br /&gt;Don't give me this feeling I'll only believe it &lt;br /&gt;Make it real or take it all away&lt;br /&gt;I've caught myself smiling alone&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of your voice&lt;br /&gt;And dreaming of your touch is all too much&lt;br /&gt;You know I don't have any choice&lt;br /&gt;We've done this once and then you closed the door&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall again for nothing more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113565681496101601?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113565681496101601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113565681496101601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113565681496101601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113565681496101601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-my-friendster.html' title='from my friendster......'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113564244025868576</id><published>2005-12-26T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:08:33.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspirational stories and food for thoughts.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;i wanna share this with you. all are inspirational stories and some are food for our deepest thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*Love is bigger than simply falling for someone. Emotions fluctuate character doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;*Happiness and wholeness are hard to find if you'll look for it from someone you love OR .....you think you like. Just look deeply within yourself. Discover what will really make you happy, peaceful and complete and you'll be fine. FOR REAL! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*AUTHOR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogs.www.friendster.com/search/bfq?lb=a&amp;s=seq&amp;amp;p=authorn%3A645"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Francis William Bourdillon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; (1852- ?)&lt;br /&gt;QUOTATION:&lt;br /&gt;The Night has a thousand eyes,And the Day but one; Yet the light of the bright world diesWith the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes,And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life diesWhen love is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*September Quote of the Month. "I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love" ~Mother Theresa. 9.16.04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;click below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianchild.com/inspiring_stories.htm"&gt;http://www.indianchild.com/inspiring_stories.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianchild.com/gift_of_life.htm"&gt;http://www.indianchild.com/gift_of_life.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianchild.com/life_is_a_theater.htm"&gt;http://www.indianchild.com/life_is_a_theater.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianchild.com/beautiful_prayer.htm"&gt;http://www.indianchild.com/beautiful_prayer.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianchild.com/footprints_in_the_sand.htm"&gt;http://www.indianchild.com/footprints_in_the_sand.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indianchild.com/food_for_thought.htm"&gt;http://www.indianchild.com/food_for_thought.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, this one came from a good friend of mine and i wanna share this with you coz it's really uplifting and comforting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/"&gt;http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113564244025868576?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113564244025868576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113564244025868576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113564244025868576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113564244025868576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2005/12/inspirational-stories-and-food-for.html' title='inspirational stories and food for thoughts.......'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113562950944500270</id><published>2005-12-26T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:48:08.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not you</title><content type='html'>( i read that in order for us to learn how to really love, we don't have to isolate ourselves.  we have to be around people---irritating, imperfect, frustrating people.  and now, that's what i did and that's what i got. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna sound rude or anything, just wanna let you know that my posts are not about you, it's about me.  if you think, you're a part of it, sorry, that's a big "NO".....i have enough problems of my own.  please, life is not all about you and if ever, you'd take this in a negative way, all i can say is sorry, just think whatever you wanna think, it's your life anyway.  good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113562950944500270?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113562950944500270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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rough</title><content type='html'>Anna Nalick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you fell while holding diamonds in your hands&lt;br /&gt;"It's your fault for running, holding diamonds," I said&lt;br /&gt;And I offer no sympathy for that&lt;br /&gt;I hear that it was you who died alone&lt;br /&gt;And I offer no sympathy for that&lt;br /&gt;Better off I sparkle on my own&lt;br /&gt;And someday love will find me in the rough&lt;br /&gt;Someday love will finally be enough&lt;br /&gt;I turned around 3 times and wound up at your door&lt;br /&gt;Now you say you know all you did not know before&lt;br /&gt;And I offer no sympathy for that&lt;br /&gt;I hear that it was you who died alone&lt;br /&gt;And I offer no sympathy for that&lt;br /&gt;Better off I sparkle on my own&lt;br /&gt;And someday love will find me in the rough&lt;br /&gt;Someday love will finally be enough&lt;br /&gt;I got your love letters&lt;br /&gt;I threw them all away&lt;br /&gt;And I hear you think that I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving 95&lt;br /&gt;And I'm driving you away&lt;br /&gt;And I shine a little more lately&lt;br /&gt;Someday love will find me in the rough&lt;br /&gt;Someday love will finally be enough&lt;br /&gt;Someday love will find me in the rough&lt;br /&gt;Someday love will finally be enough&lt;br /&gt;I shine a little more lately&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113562875588704414?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113562875588704414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113562875588704414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113562875588704414'/><link rel='self' 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IIYAK!&amp;quot; pero si mama mia ko....pinaiyak pa beauty ko.... well, at least, yun na lang nagpapaiyak sakin.&amp;nbsp; Thanks talaga kay bestfriend Jesus ko.&amp;nbsp; Love you mommy! 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DomainKeys has confirmed that this message was sent by yahoo.com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:Help('http://help.yahoo.com/help/us/sbc/mail/context/context-101.html')"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;Learn more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" nowrap="true"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;Subject:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="label" nowrap="true"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;To:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;&amp;quot;Candace Omandam&amp;quot; &amp;lt;------------@yahoo.com&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;form name="frmAddAddrs" action="http://address.mail.yahoo.com/yab/us?v=YM&amp;amp;.rand=1539&amp;amp;A=m&amp;amp;simp=1" method="post"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="message"&gt;&lt;div id="RTEContent"&gt;&lt;div id="RTEContent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;dearest dace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;merry christmas to you and to everybody. tahimik na dto sa office; halos nag half day na yon mga employees. hinihintay ko lang si nato. dadalhin nila dito; punta sila sa greenhills. ayaw nilang isama si nato baka daw mawala pa. kasi masyadong malikot at pasaway tong si nato. dito na lang kami sa office; kasi baka maubos lang yon datong ko no. sumasakit nga yon ulo ko sa bayarin ko. kamusta ka na. paki sabi merry x-mas kina bryan, to his parents, and to tita winnie and to pouch. san ka ba magcelebrate ng x-mas. kami dito lang siguro sa bahay. magluto lang ako ng spaghetti,chicken barbecue at potato salad/fruits salad. sayang wala na sila mon-mon; malungkot ang pasko namin kasi nga kami-kami na lang. last christmas di ko masyadong na-miss yon 3 kings (bin-bin, frayan &amp;amp; frannkee) siempre ikaw rin no!!!&amp;nbsp; kasi nga nandito yon mga anak ni mon-mon, kahit pano masaya kami. ikaw, no ba ang preparation mo sa x-mas. simba ka. dace nga pala, may nakita akong poem sa tingin ko bagay sa yo to. ready ka na:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;ECHOES OF OUR HEARTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sometimes when we close our eyes and just listen to the echoes of our hearts.&amp;nbsp; We all fall in love and there are times when we love so much that we lose ourselves in our own emotions.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;More often than not, we wonder why there are love that grows, and love that grows cold.&amp;nbsp; We would start to search for answer and try to find where love has gone wrong.&amp;nbsp; But in the end, we find ourselves where we started for we cannot question love when it has its own reasons.&amp;nbsp; Love will always be as it always has been...silent, mysterious and deeply profound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Many of us believe that love is forever, that love never dies, only to be disillusioned in the end when we find our hands empty and our hearts longing.&amp;nbsp; We mistakenly have looked at love as a need to be fulfilled.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp; love is only a gift given to us.&amp;nbsp; We should not hold it in our hands for we may never find the strength to let it go when it decides to leave.&amp;nbsp; We should only embrace its warmth and glow while it last and then freely open our arms when its time to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; When we fall in love with someone, we don't want that feeling to end for its everything we are, everything that we wanted to be.&amp;nbsp; We pray that love will stay and grow in our hearts.&amp;nbsp; But, if it doesn't then we should never let our lives be taken by it, for life should not end where heartaches begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; There is always a reason why we have to move on.&amp;nbsp; When we have to say goodbye to the feeling we wanted to stay forever, let us not wave our hands with a heavy heart;&amp;nbsp for love will have to set its wings free and find the place where it belongs.&amp;nbsp; We may have lost it but then again, when we close our eyes and listen to the echoes of our hearts, we will hear that feeling resounding silently forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Then we'll know that it has never left us, for the good that we have become because of love will always be there reminding us that we should be thankful and happy, not because we have lost love, but because, far once in our lives, that feeling lived in our heats and made us happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;o di ba dace it's true. kaya tama yan ginagawa mo, move on and find your new love; love is not everything. it's better to be loved and lost, than not at all. just pray to our Lord to guide you, give you wisdom, knowledge and understanding. sige na nga at si nato gusto ng matulong at wala daw siyang katabi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all especially to nanay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;love and miss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113562869974308341?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113562869974308341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113562869974308341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113562869974308341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113562869974308341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2005/12/mommys-letter.html' title='mommy&apos;s letter'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113562855953431008</id><published>2005-12-26T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T12:24:22.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To All My Friends......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;I had this in my files for quite sometime now and I didn’t know why I kept it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Well, before, it was really nothing to me but now I can say it is something.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This may be true, but anyhow, I learned something from this. I hope you will too.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I already forgot where I got this so pardon me if I can’t give you the source. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span face="Times New Roman" style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;To My Friends Who Are………. SINGLE&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Love is like a butterfly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The more you chase it, the more it eludes you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Love can make you happy but often it hurts, but love’s only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So take your time and choose the best!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span face="Times New Roman" style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;To My Friends Who Are………. NOT SO SINGLE&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Love isn’t about becoming somebody else’s “perfect person”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span face="Times New Roman" style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;To My Friends Who Are………. PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Never say “I LOVE YOU” if you don’t care.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Never talk about feelings if they aren’t there.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Never look in the eye when all you do is lie.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to let her fall in love when he doesn’t intend to catch her fall and it works both ways…..&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span face="Times New Roman" style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;To My Friends Who Are………. ENGAGED&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span face="Times New Roman" style="color: #660000;"&gt;The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but how good you are for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span face="Times New Roman" style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;To My Friends Who Are………. MARRIED&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Love is not about “It’s your fault”, but “I’m sorry.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not “where are you”, but “I’m right here”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not “how could you”, but “I understand”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not “I wish you were”, but “I’m thankful you are”.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span face="Times New Roman" style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;To My Friends Who Are………. HEARTBROKEN&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to go.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span face="Times New Roman" style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;To My Friends Who Are………. NAÏVE&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;How to be in love: Fall but don’t stumble, be consistent but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, and get hurt but never keep the pain.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span face="Times New Roman" style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;To My Friends Who Are………. POSSESSIVE&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else but it’s more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span face="Times New Roman" style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;To My Friends Who Are………. AFRAID TO CONFESS&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Love hurts when you break up with someone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It hurts more when someone breaks up with you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;but love hurts the most when the person you love has no idea how you feel.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span face="Times New Roman" style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;To My Friends Who Are………. STILL HOLDING ON&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn’t worth it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If he isn’t worth it now he’s not going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Let go…….&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span face="Times New Roman" style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;TO ALL MY FRIENDS………..&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;My wish for you is a man/woman whose love is honest, strong, mature, never-changing, uplifting, protective, encouraging, rewarding, and unselfish.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Can I add ”GOD-GIVEN” LOVE?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span face="Times New Roman" style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span face="Times New Roman" style="color: #660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Feels so good to be with God****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113562855953431008?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113562855953431008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113562855953431008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113562855953431008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113562855953431008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-all-my-friends.html' title='To All My Friends......'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113529931113609341</id><published>2005-12-22T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T13:17:53.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you tube.com adik 4 2day!</title><content type='html'>got hooked at you tube.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here are the songs that i played:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIXAYFw1N-U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIXAYFw1N-U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/daoERV1wnQw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/daoERV1wnQw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZqEww958HuU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZqEww958HuU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/90v99VWqOQs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/90v99VWqOQs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2yeMq-7qe8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2yeMq-7qe8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dyzjg4r4GS8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dyzjg4r4GS8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; KUNG ALAM MO LANG&lt;br /&gt;(Tagalog version of "Because I'm A Girl" by Kiss)&lt;br /&gt;Roxie Barcelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi mo na kailangan pa &lt;br /&gt;ito`y sabihin pa&lt;br /&gt;na mayroon nagbago&lt;br /&gt;sa loob ng puso mo&lt;br /&gt;wala akong magagawa kundi palayain ka&lt;br /&gt;kaya pinilit kong wag aminin sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung alam mo lang kaya &lt;br /&gt;ang tunay na nadarama &lt;br /&gt;nanaisin mo pa bang lumayo sa piling ko&lt;br /&gt;at kung alam mo lang sana &lt;br /&gt;kailan man di mawawala &lt;br /&gt;ang pagibig ko sayo lagi nasa puso ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akala ko ay kaya na &lt;br /&gt;nga yong wala ka na ngunit hindi pla&lt;br /&gt;lumutin ka ay di magawa&lt;br /&gt;palagi kong tinatanong sa sarili ko ito &lt;br /&gt;ikaw ba ay lalayo kung lahat ay inamin ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung alam mo lang kaya &lt;br /&gt;ang tunay na nadarama &lt;br /&gt;nanaisin mo pa bang lumayo sa piling ko&lt;br /&gt;at kung alam mo lang sana &lt;br /&gt;kailan man di mawawala &lt;br /&gt;ang pagibig ko sayo lagi nasa puso ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pipilitin kong itago ang lahat ng ito&lt;br /&gt;ngunit patuloy kong tanong &lt;br /&gt;kailan kaya magwawakas oh ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung alam mo lang kaya &lt;br /&gt;ang tunay na nadarama &lt;br /&gt;nanaisin mo pa bang lumayo sa piling ko&lt;br /&gt;at kung alam mo lang sana &lt;br /&gt;kailan man di mawawala &lt;br /&gt;ang pagibig ko sayo lagi nasa puso ko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113529931113609341?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113529931113609341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113529931113609341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113529931113609341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113529931113609341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-tubecom-adik-4-2day.html' title='you tube.com adik 4 2day!'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113527445202649607</id><published>2005-12-22T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T10:00:52.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i had an affair with an impostor....................</title><content type='html'>The last time I saw him was one weekday morning.  I sent him off to work.  We said our goodbyes and kisses (didn’t know that will be the last time).  We can’t even let go of each other but he has work and I have work too, and so, we parted.  He even blew his horn as his last goodbye.  But, well that didn’t stop there, as I closed my door, I heard my phone rang and it’s him again and we had this long talk that we usually have in the morning while he’s jammed in the traffic.  I didn’t know that will be the last time.  I didn’t have any idea or auras that will be last of it or should I say, the last of him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came home from work with this problem that’s beyond our control and it just killed us.  Calm as we are, we just put it aside hoping for a better result.  One problem came after another.  Days had passed so quickly, I couldn’t even recollect the details but I could say the tension at home and in the relationship.  Either it’s our work load that got into us or it’s just the simultaneous stress and problems that we fought all the time up to the littlest nonsense details.  Soon, we thought we had enough.  I thought I had enough but because I thought and I believed, it’s still okay----everything and anything can be worked out, I didn’t see it much as a problem.  Until, he gave up.  He quickly got his friends and had his fun and of course, it required additional time of him.  I, being the believer, trusting and okay…okay....stupid, so nicey girl gave him all the freedom and understanding he might need.  (But that’s not new to me, we’ve been on that rule since we started and I realized after my “little, long journey” of being alone, we gave each other too much of a freedom to the point that we let it go so freely and when the other one got into something they couldn’t leave, they got stuck and for the other one, all you can have is a BIG sorry. That’s it!  Well, anyway, so much for the explanation……)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the drama started when the human in me knocked and just came in.  Maybe he was surprised, I don’t know. And then, the drama never stopped and the silence never ceased and the pain never left, the throbbing just kept going and going and going…….and all we had in the end was NOTHING!--- I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he asked for the space, this selfish witch gave it all away and thought, “How much more of a freedom do you need?”.  I believed, and he knew that all the time, that space and cooling off is not my cup of tea. This witch told the selfish unknown guy that it would be better to completely break this off rather than let him hang around whenever he    wants or likes.  We talked and tried but according to him, he’s so selfish and it just didn’t work----easy as that.  I think we tried, I don’t know if we really did do our best.  Maybe this familiarity made us too complacent.  Maybe, he was back but he’s not really back or maybe I tried to be there but I wasn’t really there.  It was too cloudy and hurtful and I don’t know anymore.  Maybe, it wouldn’t really work out because I had my share of meanness too.  Or he just simply gave up!----the last thing I would expect from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried my best to just go forward and move on…...no turning back this time.  I was doing very well but the truth just kept popping out of nowhere whether I seek or not.  The stupid me, entertained the impostor several times and would get hurt again and again and again in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day, I couldn’t anymore.  I faced the reality, I saw him again and I knew he’s not that…..I was so mad, very disappointed and……just sooooooooo  mad!  The truth and reality are there but the man isn’t!  It’s so annoying!  But he’s right, what would I get from those assumptions and thoughts.  For me, these will all be straightened out if only he would say something.  Yes, the trust is there.  But what would be the use of that trust if the other doesn’t give any assurance that it’s still worth to trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to appoint that I asked Jesus to give me more strength, more courage, and more chance.  I know, He did give me that.  That’s why, I’m writing this.  I got to the end of the road and there’s nowhere else to go but to turn back and face it!  And besides, I’m tired!  Tired!  Tired!  Tired! Tired!  So TIRED of believing and trying to convince myself that he’s still here where in fact, he’s long gone and I really have to let go----all the way!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I sought for peace and I thought that’s the end of it. When he died, I went with the impostor because I was so impatient and was so nice and was so in love…I didn’t even bother to consider how much pain I went through.  I lived with a lie.  I couldn’t accept that he died in my arms and in my heart and that was it.  I thought he’s the one but he’s not because they’re not the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died and let me go because I wasn’t ready. When he died, he wasn’t ready anymore, also. Maybe he thought of my thoughts and found himself looking for wholeness.  I believe that he should not come to me in order for him to feel complete.  Nobody can complete you except God.  You should learn to find happiness within yourself so you can bring happiness to others as well. If you keep looking for it in other people, you will not find it.  You will just find their faults because you think, they can’t make you happy.  But the real score is, you are simply not happy so whatever, the other person does to you, you will never be happy.  Argh!!!! okay…..too wordy!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to my story, I could still remember his jerky voice brought by crying. Yeah, he’s very right. I keep loving, almost all the people around me, so intensely and yet, I couldn’t love myself much. So, now is the time to give myself a big, great love that nobody else can give except of course, my self and Jesus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love to love.  I think that’s my purpose in life.  I just can’t stop loving. And I know, I learned so much and I really learned it good. Love is, yes, so unfair. Before, giving too much doesn’t really matter to me because I love the person and I don’t expect anything in return but I think there’s always an end to everything.  Now I believe that if I’m going to give my 100% love, of course, I’m not gonna expect only half of what the other person could give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restart of something is a very difficult process.  I’m a little careful now because I know so much time, effort and emotions will be utilized and/or invested.  I’m just human, I’m nice but sometimes I’m not so nice. And I think, now is the time to be not so nice.  Or should I say, to be wiser and to be more self-loving so I can give and love more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, once you gave all the trust and love that you have, you’ll not be able to give more because that trust and love will be so hard to find the next time.  With God’s guidance I know and I hope this next time, will be_______________.  J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113527445202649607?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113527445202649607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113527445202649607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113527445202649607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113527445202649607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-had-affair-with-impostor.html' title='i had an affair with an impostor....................'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113506096628444018</id><published>2005-12-19T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:44:13.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang....</title><content type='html'>kainis naman...lalaki talaga...o ako lang....ewan ko....hindi ko na talaga maintindihan.....i want to be alone and yet i know i will still need a friend, confidant and ....well, kainis talaga...hindi ko na alam.....wag na talaga...hindi na talagang talaga...nakakadala...ang sakit na talaga...trying to be strong...i know i am but i can't take it anymore...i think i'm gonna give up.....but still, strong ngako..kaya why should i.....i just need my best friend back...i need my best friend back..please...i miss my best friend...i want my life back....want it back...but if it's really not meant to be...then i know i should let go even it is so painful...i can't explain it anymore...i don't know what to say anymore....i know the only good thing that's happening to me now is i'm closer to the Lord and i'm getting to know him better but i can't really deny that i'm missing my bestfriend.they keep leaving....maybe it's really me...but i tried and tried my best...maybe i'm just trying too hard....i don't want to feel this anymore...i hope when i wake up the next day, it will be back the way it was or i may surpass all of these.....i still don't know why this had happened...or maybe i know, i just don't want to really accept it......well, i just have to be strong...i know i'm not alone....God will always provide....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113506096628444018?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113506096628444018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113506096628444018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113506096628444018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113506096628444018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2005/12/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang....'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113424355163715666</id><published>2005-12-10T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T12:03:42.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't know me......</title><content type='html'>I am who I am.  I am very open and REAL.  Except of course, for just one thing…....but still, my family knows about it and my closest friends…so that made me still TRUE and REAL.  Yes, I’m careful but for right reasons.  That will not make me less as a person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t get it? Then maybe, you don’t know me at all.  But, I hope you know, even just a little about me, because I know you. Not entirely though, but mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I value your opinion---very much! (if you only knew) It’s just so disappointing that you still don’t know me or is it I, who don't know you?  Well anyway, nobody will know the real you…..years don’t matter….that’s why life is a learning process.  It’s just how you value the person.  Even the closest person on earth is still getting to know you---be it your parents or friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be so bold and careless without wrecking other people’s lives, safety and happiness.  I can fulfill my happiness without losing their trust and respect. I value them so much that I can’t hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I know, I’m already doing something selfish and hurtful, why do I have to drag other people’s feelings and lives just for me to feel and think that I can still have fun? As long as I’m happy and not stepping on anybody, why do I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can have foolish fun and do stupid S--- without bothering or dragging other people’s B--- for my own selfishness and unexplainable immaturity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God is always here for guidance.  He knows what’s best.  It’s just so heartbreaking that we let evil conquered our thoughts and feelings.  So sad that we let the evil deceived us.  I know, we’re not perfect and I know, “God commanded us to forgive instantly, but we are not expected to trust immediately, and we are not expected to continue allowing them to hurt us.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“GOD DOESN’T EXPECT US TO BE PERFECT BUT HE DOES INSIST ON COMPLETE HONESTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just hope everything’s gonna be okay.  I’m tired of the circus! hahaha!!! Seriously, it’s all up to Him now and that’s what I call---TRUST.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113424355163715666?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113424355163715666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113424355163715666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113424355163715666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113424355163715666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-dont-know-me.html' title='you don&apos;t know me......'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113418316231590879</id><published>2005-12-09T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T19:07:39.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've learned from pareng warren.....</title><content type='html'>***Thanks to pareng rick warren ;-)***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add more next time.  These were taken from THE PURPOSE DRIVEN LIFE--highly recommended by me (",).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants me "to love REAL people not IDEAL people". &lt;br /&gt;========((()))=========&lt;br /&gt;I like people who want to invest time with their friends and loved ones because "the best expression of love is time".&lt;br /&gt;========((()))=========&lt;br /&gt;The importance of things can be measured by how much time we are willing to invest in them.  The more time you give to something, the more you reveal its importance and value to you.&lt;br /&gt;========((()))=========&lt;br /&gt;Your time is your life.  That is why the greatest gift you can give to someone is your time.&lt;br /&gt;========((()))=========&lt;br /&gt;The essence of love is not what we think or do or provide for others, but how much we give of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;========((()))=========&lt;br /&gt;Love concentrates so intently on another that you forget yourself at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;========((()))=========&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice is the essence of LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;========((()))=========&lt;br /&gt;Love means giving up--yielding my preferences, comfort, goals, security, money, energy, or time for the benefit of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;========((()))=========&lt;br /&gt;You have no guarantee of tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;========((()))=========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best use of life is love.  The best expression of love is time.  The best time to love is now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========((()))=========&lt;br /&gt;God always acts in my best interest, even when it is painful and I don't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;========((()))=========&lt;br /&gt;GENUINE FRIENDSHIP IS BUILT ON DISCLOSURE.&lt;br /&gt;========((()))=========&lt;br /&gt;I obey God, not out of duty or fear or compulsion, but because I LOVE Him and TRUST that HE knows what is best for me.&lt;br /&gt;========((()))=========&lt;br /&gt;Knowing and loving God is our greatest privilege, and being known and loved is God's greatest pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;========((()))=========&lt;br /&gt;Trusting Him completely means having faith that He knows what is best for my life.&lt;br /&gt;========((()))=========&lt;br /&gt;Love cannot be learned in isolation.  You have to be around people---irritating, imperfect, frustrating people.&lt;br /&gt;========((()))=========&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113418316231590879?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113418316231590879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113418316231590879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113418316231590879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113418316231590879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-ive-learned-from-pareng-warren.html' title='What I&apos;ve learned from pareng warren.....'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113391183475770391</id><published>2005-12-06T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T18:34:56.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON'T KNOW...........</title><content type='html'>i'll know..... in time......&lt;br /&gt;don't have to look .......&lt;br /&gt;don't have to wait.........&lt;br /&gt;it will just come naturally.....&lt;br /&gt;wherever... whenever... whoever ... at ...  WHATEVAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NO! NO! DRAMA....NO! NO! NO! NO!  DRAMA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)  ;-)  ;-)  ;-)  ;-)  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++ Everything is a blessing. :-) &lt;br /&gt;+++ HE really loves me .....and I LOVE YOU TOO SO MUCH!! YOU NEVER FAIL ME!!! MWAAAH!!! MWAAAH!!! MWAAAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113391183475770391?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113391183475770391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113391183475770391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113391183475770391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113391183475770391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-dont-know.html' title='I DON&apos;T KNOW...........'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113391179178572384</id><published>2005-12-06T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T18:12:11.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my BESTEST bestfriend ever!</title><content type='html'>only my BEST bestfriend can guarantee FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;and I'll meet him soon and i'll be in peace! mwaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE:&lt;br /&gt;+ Never made me cry....&lt;br /&gt;+ Never forgets me.....&lt;br /&gt;+ Never let me go......&lt;br /&gt;+ Never fails me.......&lt;br /&gt;+ Never left me........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK HIM SO MUCH!  &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;MWAAHH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113391179178572384?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113391179178572384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113391179178572384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113391179178572384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113391179178572384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-bestest-bestfriend-ever.html' title='my BESTEST bestfriend ever!'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113391144605247833</id><published>2005-12-06T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T12:15:56.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>candace who?</title><content type='html'>===candace===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= is NEW&lt;br /&gt;= is so in love with her CREATOR  &lt;br /&gt;= loves to LOVE&lt;br /&gt;= is sometimes not so nice......&lt;br /&gt;= still likes bad guys but good guys are better :-) &lt;br /&gt;= is still a "my hump babe"&lt;br /&gt;= enjoys life&lt;br /&gt;= loves to give (so much &amp; whole heartedly)&lt;br /&gt;= appreciates when she receives &lt;br /&gt;= believes in real, true and honest friendship&lt;br /&gt;= is fulfilling her purpose&lt;br /&gt;= is continously searching for the TRUTH and ETERNAL LIFE&lt;br /&gt;= is dreaming ........and reaching for her goals!&lt;br /&gt;= is PURO KA-UGALIAN, KAISIPAN, KAGANDAHAN, at.....KALOKOHAN! he3x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113391144605247833?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113391144605247833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113391144605247833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113391144605247833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113391144605247833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2005/12/candace-who.html' title='candace who?'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113391139089713800</id><published>2005-12-06T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:23:10.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hump! my hump! my hump!</title><content type='html'>dis song is so annoying na ha! but i still love it! check it out na! &lt;br /&gt;What you gon' do with all that junk? &lt;br /&gt;All that junk inside your trunk? &lt;br /&gt;I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk, &lt;br /&gt;Get you love drunk off my hump. &lt;br /&gt;My hump (8x) my lovely little lumps. (Check it out) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrqVYVCv008"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrqVYVCv008" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113391139089713800?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113391139089713800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113391139089713800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113391139089713800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113391139089713800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-hump-my-hump-my-hump.html' title='my hump! my hump! my hump!'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040264.post-113390312946806458</id><published>2005-12-06T13:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:21:20.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartaches.... heartbreaks.....headaches!!!</title><content type='html'>don't ask, i don't know either--- huh? just like the videos (iyakin ako e....) but in real life....wag na! hehehe!!! Just wanna share these with you mga friendly friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER LOVE.....actually, yun lang naintindihan ng beauty ko....enjoy and babush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxDax2FuibA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxDax2FuibA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Pwlq8j3bq8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Pwlq8j3bq8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sU8bju21m74"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sU8bju21m74" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040264-113390312946806458?l=switkendi620.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/feeds/113390312946806458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040264&amp;postID=113390312946806458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113390312946806458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040264/posts/default/113390312946806458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://switkendi620.blogspot.com/2005/12/heartaches-heartbreaksheadaches.html' title='heartaches.... heartbreaks.....headaches!!!'/><author><name>switkendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08420102908710748011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
