<?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-9547653</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:50:54.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F L A W E D</title><subtitle type='html'>life is waiting...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9547653.post-4721635468940360419</id><published>2007-02-28T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T16:33:42.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speech: may sense naman.</title><content type='html'>I was just on my way here, waiting to cross Market Street, when this nasty-looking, mean-spirited homeless man shook a cup of money in my face and said, Please help. I looked at him, I looked in the cup. And thought about how I could help. And in following the guidance of my spiritual advisor that is proper to both give and receive, I looked at him with all the love in my eyes, and said, Thank you, God Bless You. Then I took a crispy twenty-peso bill OUT of his cup and put it in my wallet and crossed the street to get here. =)&lt;br /&gt;The spirit of giving can be so wonderful and takes so many forms. I think the most talked about issues in our society today can be solved if we know and practice the spirit of giving.&lt;br /&gt;One way we can give is to give of our time. This is perhaps the precious gift of all. I remember walking along the beach back in Boracay during the summer, when I came across something someone had left. A watch. The gift of time. Just for me. Thank you, whoever who you are. Now, I don’t have that watch, as you can see. I left behind somewhere. I guess that the gift of time was a gift that keeps on giving. I hope the new owners have the time to enjoy it. If they haven’t lost it yet.&lt;br /&gt;Another way we can give is to give of ourselves. Two Christmases ago, I heard this public service announcement for a nonprofit organization asking the public to give not only money, give not only time, but to come down and help to lift the spirits of others by being a friend-for-a-day with someone less fortunate. So I called my spiritual advisor, got put on hold for 10 minutes, and finally she advised, Give of yourself, Go do it.&lt;br /&gt;So I did. I went down there, showing up at the door with a smile on my face and a spirit of giving of myself in my heart. The staff looked at me, nodded over to this skins-and-bones 72-year-old man with long beards long enough, you can use it to mop the floor. Just kidding. But, you can sense that the people are really less fortunate&lt;br /&gt;So I went over to Mr. Old man and introduced myself to him. "Hi! I’m Faith! I’ll be your friend-for-a-day!" Sitting down with him, I found out he was a career pickpocket. He told me about the different cities of the world he had visited thanks to the wonderful people who had given so generously to him. Even if they didn’t know it. He told me about how he had given back to the community by running a school teaching pickpockets, finding his students by taping flyers to lightpoles offering to show ways to make P1000 a day in your spare time. You can still see his student's flyers today.&lt;br /&gt;He and I talked and laughed and found that we were very similar. Both people in a sea of humanity connected by our hopes for ourselves and each other. Just lifting each others spirits.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it was a wonderful day for me. I learned about the underground world of the pickpocket. Gained new techniques for advertising. And lifted the spirits of another.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I found that my wallet was gone. Mr. Good Old man had taken my wallet. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me your time and of yourselves. Thank you, God Bless You. Now, can I have my watch and wallet back? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-4721635468940360419?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/4721635468940360419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=4721635468940360419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/4721635468940360419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/4721635468940360419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2007/02/speech-may-sense-naman.html' title='speech: may sense naman.'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-117023277159497611</id><published>2007-01-31T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T16:39:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>january 31, 2007</title><content type='html'>hay. sa huling araw ng unang buwan ng taong 2007,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako ay bumagsak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumagsak sa exam sa programming kasi hindi nag-run yung program..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumagsak sa exam sa datacom, mental black..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumagsak sa gutom, nagtitipid kasi ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumagsak sa exam sa pc troubleshooting kasi naman, sana pinapalitan na nila yung mga PC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumagsak sa electromagnetics kasi nadismaya sa resulta ng mga nakaraang exams kanina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumagsak sa hukay ng kalungkutan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumagsak.. at nasaktan. hay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-117023277159497611?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/117023277159497611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=117023277159497611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/117023277159497611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/117023277159497611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2007/01/january-31-2007.html' title='january 31, 2007'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-116902050103671225</id><published>2007-01-17T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:55:01.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try mo lang...</title><content type='html'>1. I sit quietly (and never move) between a spring and a metal plate (sometimes with my brothers) until the end of my life. Then, you throw me away. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Take my last four letters away and I still sound the same. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What goes on and on with 'i' in the middle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your maternal uncle's only brother in law is laying on the couch. Who is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Following you day by day,I never do have a say.Being a friend of the Sun,I vanish when it is dark.I mean you no harm ,and am within the reach of your arm.Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My first two are my last two and you are in the middle. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm a word. If you take away my first letter I'm on your head and if you take away my first and second letters I'm around you and you breathe me in. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am going up while going down. Up toward the sky, down to the ground. I am present and past all rolled into one. Bring a friend for a ride and we will have fun. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I go forever forward, never looking back. My limit no one knows. More of me you lack. I can crawl, stand still, or fly, but am never gotten back. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I can point the way when I am full. When empty, nothing moves me. I have two skins; one without and one within. What am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-116902050103671225?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/116902050103671225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=116902050103671225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/116902050103671225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/116902050103671225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2007/01/try-mo-lang.html' title='try mo lang...'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-116036892454525843</id><published>2006-10-09T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:42:04.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eto naman...</title><content type='html'>Q. Who was the greatest financier in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;A. Noah. He was floating his stock while everyone else was in liquidation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Who was the greatest female financier in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;A. Pharaoh's daughter. She went down to the bank of the Nile and drew out A little prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What kind of man was Boaz before he got married?&lt;br /&gt;A. Ruth-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Who was the first drug addict in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;A. Nebuchadnezzar. He was on grass for seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What kind of motor vehicles are in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;A. Jehovah drove Adam and Eve out of the Garden in a Fury.&lt;br /&gt;A. David's Triumph was heard throughout the land.&lt;br /&gt;A. Honda...because the apostles were all in one Accord.&lt;br /&gt;A. 2 Cor. 48 describes going out in service in a Volkswagen Beetle: "We are pressed in every way, but not cramped beyond movement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Who was the greatest comedian in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;A. Samson. He brought the house down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Where is the first baseball game in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;A. In the big inning, Eve stole first, Adam stole second. Cain struck out Abel, and the Prodigal Son came home. The Giants and the Angels were rained out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is one of the first things that Adam and Eve did after they were kicked out?&lt;br /&gt;A. They really raised Cain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What excuse did Adam give to his children as to why he no longer lived in Eden?&lt;br /&gt;A. Your mother ate us out of house and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why was Goliath so surprised when David hit him with a slingshot?&lt;br /&gt;A. The thought had never entered his head before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do they call pastors in Germany?&lt;br /&gt;A. German Shepherds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the first recorded case of constipation in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;A. It's in Kings, where it says that David sat on the Throne for forty years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Which Bible character had no parents?&lt;br /&gt;A. Joshua, son of Nun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-116036892454525843?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/116036892454525843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=116036892454525843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/116036892454525843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/116036892454525843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2006/10/eto-naman.html' title='eto naman...'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-116036869445853768</id><published>2006-10-09T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:38:14.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try mo lang... =)</title><content type='html'>A good cook could cook as much cookies as a good cook who could cook Cookies&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a saw that could out saw any other saw I ever saw .&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty Botter bought some butter, but she said " this butter's bitter!&lt;br /&gt;But a bit of better butter will but make my butter better" So she bought some better butter, better than the bitter butter, and it made her butter better so 'twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter!&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ ______&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Black bug bit a big black bear. But where is the big black bear that The big black bug bit?&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you understand, say "understand".&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand, say "don't understand".&lt;br /&gt;But if you understand and say "don't understand".&lt;br /&gt;How do I understand that you understand? Understand!&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I thought of thinking of thanking you.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RED BULB BLUE BLUB RED BULB BLUE BLUB"          &lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to wish the wish you wish to wish, but if you wish the wish the Witch wishes, I won't wish the wish you wish to wish.&lt;br /&gt;___________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a sledering snail went down a slippery slide would a snail sleder or Slide down the slide&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble bobble, bubble bobble, bubble bobble&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounding by sound is a sound method of sounding sounds.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double bubble gum, bubbles double.&lt;br /&gt;_____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sailor went to sea To see, what he could see. And all he could see was sea, sea, sea.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upper roller lower roller Upper roller lower roller. ... &lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Paper People, Purple Paper People, Purple Paper People&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If two witches were watching two watches, which witch would watch which Watch?&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought a thought.&lt;br /&gt;But the thought I thought wasn't the thought I thought I thought.&lt;br /&gt;If the thought I thought I thought had been the thought I thought, I wouldn't have thought so much.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a fellow met a fellow In a field of beans. Said a fellow to a&lt;br /&gt;Fellow, "If a fellow asks a fellow, Can a fellow tell a fellow What a Fellow means?"&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much wood could a wood chuck chuck, if a wood chuck could chuck&lt;br /&gt;Wood?&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slit a sheet, a sheet I slit. And on a slitted sheet I sit. I slit a sheet, a sheet I slit. The sheet I slit, that sheet was it.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any noise annoys an oyster but a noisy noise annoys an oyster more.  &lt;br /&gt;_____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE SELLS SEA SHELLS ON THE SEA SHORE,&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE SEA SHELLS THAT SHE SELLS,&lt;br /&gt;ON THE SEA SHORE ARE NOT THE REAL ONES    &lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A skunk sat on a stump. The stump thought the skunk stunk. The skunk thought the stump stunk . What stunk the skunk or the stump?&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner of the inside inn was inside his inside inn with his inside outside his inside inn.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one doctor doctors another doctor does the doctor who doctors the doctor doctor the doctor the way the doctor he is doctoring doctors? Or does the doctor doctor the way the doctor who doctors doctors?&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;If you notice this notice, you will notice that this notice is not&lt;br /&gt;worth noticing.    &lt;br /&gt;___________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many cans can a canner can, if a canner can can cans?&lt;br /&gt;A canner can can as many cans as a canner can, if a canner can can&lt;br /&gt;cans.&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tutor who tooted the flute, tried to tutor two tooters to toot. Said the two to the tutor, 'Is it harder to toot or to tutor two tooters to toot?'&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,&lt;br /&gt;if Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,&lt;br /&gt;wheres the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?           &lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do tongue twisters twist your tongue??? ;b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-116036869445853768?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/116036869445853768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=116036869445853768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/116036869445853768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/116036869445853768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2006/10/try-mo-lang.html' title='try mo lang... =)'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-115465790285009551</id><published>2006-08-04T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T10:18:22.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?..</title><content type='html'>We rode into town the other day&lt;br /&gt;Just me and my daddy&lt;br /&gt;He said I'd finally reached that age&lt;br /&gt;And I could ride next to him on a horse&lt;br /&gt;That of course was not quite as wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard a crowd of people shouting&lt;br /&gt;And so we stopped to find out why&lt;br /&gt;And there was that man that my dad said he loved&lt;br /&gt;But today there was fear in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said daddy why are they screaming&lt;br /&gt;Why are the faces of some of them beaming?&lt;br /&gt;Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe?&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet that crown hurts him more then he shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy please can't you do something?&lt;br /&gt;He looks as though he's gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;You said he was stronger than all of those guys&lt;br /&gt;Daddy please tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone want him to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day the sky grew cloudy&lt;br /&gt;And daddy said I should go inside&lt;br /&gt;Somehow he knew things would get stormy&lt;br /&gt;Boy was he right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I could not keep from wondering&lt;br /&gt;If there was something he had to hide&lt;br /&gt;So after he left I had to find out&lt;br /&gt;I was not afraid of getting lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I followed the crowds&lt;br /&gt;To a hill where I knew men had been killed&lt;br /&gt;And I heard a voice come from the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it said father why are they screaming?&lt;br /&gt;Why are the faces of some of them beaming?&lt;br /&gt;Why are they casting their lots for my clothes?&lt;br /&gt;This crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father please can't you do something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you must hear my cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could handle a cross of this size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father remind me why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone want me to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I understand why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious sonI hear them screaming&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming&lt;br /&gt;But soon I will clothe you in robes of my own&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, this hurts me much more than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this dark hourI must do nothing&lt;br /&gt;Though I've heard your unbearable cries&lt;br /&gt;The power in your blood&lt;br /&gt;Destroys all of the lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon you'll see past their unmerciful lies&lt;br /&gt;Look there below&lt;br /&gt;See the child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trembling by her father's side&lt;br /&gt;Now I can tell you why&lt;br /&gt;She is why you must die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-115465790285009551?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/115465790285009551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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(Unauthorized English-Filipino dictionary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. aspect - pantusok ng yelo&lt;br /&gt;2. backlog - bacon saka egg&lt;br /&gt;3. beehive - magpakatino ka&lt;br /&gt;4. cdrom - tingnan mo ang kwarto&lt;br /&gt;5. city - bago mag-utso (commonly heard in the Visayas)&lt;br /&gt;6. cattle - doon nakatila ang hali at leyna&lt;br /&gt;7. debug - ang ipis&lt;br /&gt;8. dedicated - pinatay ang pusa&lt;br /&gt;9. deduct - ang pato&lt;br /&gt;10. defeat - ang paa&lt;br /&gt;11. defense - ang bakod&lt;br /&gt;12. detail - ang buntotUse the words "deduct, defense, defeat and detail" in one sentence.Answer: "Deduct jumped over defense -- defeat first and then detail!"&lt;br /&gt;13. defer - ang balahibo&lt;br /&gt;14. deflate - ang plato&lt;br /&gt;15. defrag - ang palaka&lt;br /&gt;16. delusion - e di maluwag&lt;br /&gt;17. depends - (see defense)&lt;br /&gt;18. deposit - ang gripo&lt;br /&gt;19. depress - nagkasal sa persuading (see persuading)&lt;br /&gt;20. detest - ang eksamin&lt;br /&gt;21. devalue - 'yon ang susunod sa letrang 'V'&lt;br /&gt;22. devastation - 'dun sasakay ng bus&lt;br /&gt;23. devote - ang boto&lt;br /&gt;24. dilemma - brownout, a!&lt;br /&gt;25. effort - 'dun nagla-land ang efflane&lt;br /&gt;26. forums - apat na kwarto&lt;br /&gt;27. it depends - kainin mo ang bakod&lt;br /&gt;28. july - nagsinungaling ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;29. statue - ikaw ba 'yan?&lt;br /&gt;30. protestant - tindahan ng prutas.&lt;br /&gt;31. predicate - pakawalan mo ang pusa&lt;br /&gt;32. profit - patunayan mo&lt;br /&gt;33. persuading - unang kasal&lt;br /&gt;34. tenacious - sinusuot sa paa&lt;br /&gt;35. thesis - ito ay&lt;br /&gt;36. torpedo - shy; takot manligaw&lt;br /&gt;37. zoology - ang sayans ng pagtatahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn Chinese in 5 minutes(English phrase)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese interpretation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Are you harboring a fugitive? - HU Yu Hai Ding ?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;See Me A.S.A. P - Kum Hia Nao&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Stupid Man - Dum Gai&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Small Horse - Tai Ni Po Ni&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Did you go to the Beach? - Wai yu so Tan ?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I bumped into a coffee tabel - Ai bang mai Ni&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I think you need a facelift - Chin Tu Fat&lt;br /&gt;&gt; It's very dark in here - Wai su Dim?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Has your flight been delayed? - Hao long Wei Ting?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I thought you were on a diet? - Wai yu Mun Ching?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; This is a tow away zone - No Pah King&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Do you know the lyrics to the macarena? Wai yu sing Dum Song?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You are not very bright - Yu so Dum&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I got this for free - Ai no Pei&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I am not guilty - Wai Hang Mi?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Please staya little longer - Wai go nao ?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Our meeting was scheduled for next week. Wai Yu Kum Nao?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; They have arrived - Hia Dei Kum&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Stay out of sight - Lei Lo&lt;br /&gt;&gt; He is cleaning his car - Washing ka&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Your body odor is offensive - Yu sting Ki Po&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-115448561075990678?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/115448561075990678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=115448561075990678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/115448561075990678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/115448561075990678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2006/08/pinoy-lingo-unauthorized-english.html' title=''/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-115266711389061542</id><published>2006-07-12T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T09:18:33.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when God ran...</title><content type='html'>Almighty God, The Great I Am, Immovable Rock,&lt;br /&gt;Omnipotent, Powerful, Awesome Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Victorious Warrior, Commanding King of Kings,&lt;br /&gt;Mighty Conqueror and the only time,&lt;br /&gt;The only time I ever saw him run,&lt;br /&gt;Was when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran to me&lt;br /&gt;He took me in His arms, Held my head to His chest,&lt;br /&gt;Said "My son's come home again!"&lt;br /&gt;Lifted my face, Wiped the tears from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;With forgiveness in His voice&lt;br /&gt;He said"Son, do you know I still love You?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He caught me By surprise, When God ran...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I left home,&lt;br /&gt;I knew I'd broken His heart.&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered then, if things could ever be the same.&lt;br /&gt;Then one night,&lt;br /&gt;I remembered His love for me.&lt;br /&gt;And down that dusty road, ahead I could see,&lt;br /&gt;It was the only time,&lt;br /&gt;It was the only time I ever saw Him run.&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran to me&lt;br /&gt;He took me in His arms, Held my head to His chest,&lt;br /&gt;Said "My son's come home again!"&lt;br /&gt;Lifted my face, Wiped the tears from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;With forgiveness in His voice&lt;br /&gt;He said"Son, do you know I still love You?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He caught me by surprise.And He brought me to my knees.&lt;br /&gt;When God ran... I saw Him run to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so ashamed, all alone, and so far away.&lt;br /&gt;But now I know, that He's been waiting for this day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Him run to me,&lt;br /&gt;He took me in His arms,&lt;br /&gt;Held my head to his chest,&lt;br /&gt;Said "My son's come home again!"&lt;br /&gt;Lifted my face,&lt;br /&gt;Wiped the tears from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;With forgiveness in His voice&lt;br /&gt;I felt his love for me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran to me,&lt;br /&gt;He took me in His arms,&lt;br /&gt;Held my head to his chest,&lt;br /&gt;Said "My son's come home again!"&lt;br /&gt;Lifted my face,&lt;br /&gt;Wiped the tears from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;With forgiveness in His voice&lt;br /&gt;He said "Son", He called me Son.&lt;br /&gt;He said "Son, do you know I still love You?"&lt;br /&gt;He ran to me&lt;br /&gt;And then I ran to Him&lt;br /&gt;When God ran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-9547653.post-115025164553475177</id><published>2006-06-14T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T10:20:45.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can move the mountains!</title><content type='html'>thank God i found you..&lt;br /&gt;i'm greatly blessed more and more&lt;br /&gt;each day having you..&lt;br /&gt;thank you..&lt;br /&gt;i love you..&lt;br /&gt;always..&lt;br /&gt;forever..&lt;br /&gt;eternally..&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;mahal na mahal na mahal kita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-115025164553475177?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/115025164553475177/comments/default' title='Post 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ka naman at magrespond ka.. salamat sa pagbasa mo nito. Godbles,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-114222614696041332?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/114222614696041332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=114222614696041332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/114222614696041332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/114222614696041332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2006/03/haayy.html' 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/&gt;through tears and joy&lt;br /&gt;I'll trust in you&lt;br /&gt;and I will live in all of your ways&lt;br /&gt;and your promises forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will worship&lt;br /&gt;I will worship you forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-114196973811827809?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/114196973811827809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=114196973811827809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/114196973811827809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/114196973811827809'/><link rel='alternate' 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gawin dito pag nabasag na ito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang diamante, kelangang mabasag para mag-fit sa mga intended purposes nito, pdeng alahas,&lt;br /&gt;pang-display lang, sculptures,.. at marami pang pdeng gawin dito pag nabasag na ito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang katahimikan, kelangang mabasag para magkaroon ng daan ang komunikasyon&lt;br /&gt;pagitan ng dalawang tao that may lead to an acquaintance, friendship, closer friendship,&lt;br /&gt;deeper friendship,.. at marami pang pdeng gawin dito pag nabasag na ito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang puso, kelangang mabasag para matuto, para mag-mature, para magamit sa mas higit&lt;br /&gt;na dakilang bagay... ang magmahal nang lubos.. loving unconditionally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... at marami pang pdeng gawin dito pag nabasag na ito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-114179359694727367?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9547653.post-113860018370671307</id><published>2006-01-30T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:49:43.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the verge...</title><content type='html'>grabe, wala lang, just wanted to post this para makapgrelease ng konti&lt;br /&gt;wwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-113860018370671307?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/113860018370671307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=113860018370671307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/113860018370671307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/113860018370671307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-verge.html' title='on the verge...'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-113626103977576075</id><published>2006-01-03T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T12:03:59.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on moving mountains...</title><content type='html'>posible nga kayang mapagalaw mo ang bundok sa kinalalagyan nito sa pamamagitan ng pananampalatayang sinliit ng buto ng mustasa?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sagot ay isang mainit-init, malutong, matindi, at siguradong-siguradong OPO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all it takes is your heart, first, for God, second, for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Blessed New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-113626103977576075?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/113626103977576075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=113626103977576075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/113626103977576075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/113626103977576075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-moving-mountains.html' title='on moving mountains...'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-113461949603490926</id><published>2005-12-15T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T12:04:56.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala chocolate</title><content type='html'>yan ang aking latest addiction ngayon - ang L A L A chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;wala lang. hindi naman tlga tungkol dito ang post ko e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa wakas natapos na di ang prelims. di masyadong mganda ang&lt;br /&gt;mga pangyayari. mas lamang pa nga ata ang tagilid kesa sa mga&lt;br /&gt;pasado. ay nko, masasabunutan ako nito e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owel, buti nlng at meron pang second chance..&lt;br /&gt;buti nlng meron christmas at new year..&lt;br /&gt;buti na lang anjan siya..&lt;br /&gt;buti na lang, anjan Ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my reason for who I am,&lt;br /&gt;and You'll forever be my reason. I love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-113461949603490926?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/113461949603490926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=113461949603490926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/113461949603490926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/113461949603490926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/12/lala-chocolate.html' title='lala chocolate'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-113255159670491937</id><published>2005-11-21T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T13:39:56.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on waiting...</title><content type='html'>"Blessed is he that waiteth" (Dan. 12:12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem an easy thing to wait, but it is one of the postures which a Christian soldier learns not without years of teaching. Marching and quick-marching are much easier to God's warriors than standing still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are hours of perplexity when the most willing spirit, anxiously desirous to serve the Lord, knows not what part to take. Then what shall it do? Vex itself by despair? Fly back in cowardice, turn to the right hand in fear, or rush forward in presumption?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but simply wait. Wait in prayer, however. Call upon God and spread the case before Him; tell Him your difficulty, and plead His promise of aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait in faith. Express your unstaggering confidence in Him. Believe that if He keep you tarrying even till midnight, yet He will come at the right time; the vision shall come, and shall not tarry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait in quiet patience. Never murmur against the second cause, as the children of Israel did against Moses. Accept the case as it is, and put it as it stands, simply and with your whole heart, without any self-will, into the hand of your covenant God, saying, "Now, Lord, not my will, but Thine be done. I know not what to do; I am brought to extremities; but I will wait until Thou shalt cleave the floods, or drive back my foes. I will wait, if Thou keep me many a day, for my heart is fixed upon Thee alone, O God, and my spirit waiteth for Thee in full conviction that Thou wilt yet be my joy and my salvation, my refuge and my strong tower."&lt;br /&gt;--Morning by Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait patiently wait, God never is late;&lt;br /&gt;Thy budding plans are in Thy Father's holding,&lt;br /&gt;And only wait His grand divine unfolding.&lt;br /&gt;Then wait, wait, Patiently wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust, hopefully trust, That God will adjust&lt;br /&gt;Thy tangled life; and from its dark concealings,&lt;br /&gt;Will bring His will, in all its bright revealings.&lt;br /&gt;Then trust, trust, Hopefully trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest, peacefully rest On thy Saviour's breast;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in His ear thy sacred high ambition,&lt;br /&gt;And He will bring it forth in blest fruition.&lt;br /&gt;Then rest, rest,Peacefully rest!&lt;br /&gt;--Mercy A. Gladwin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-113255159670491937?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/113255159670491937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=113255159670491937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/113255159670491937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/113255159670491937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-waiting.html' title='on waiting...'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-113142264724675223</id><published>2005-11-08T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T12:04:07.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nasa calatagan batangas ako nito...</title><content type='html'>hindi makatulog, inaalala ka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi maintindihan aking nadarama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwede bang sabihin ang aking pagsinta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o hahayaan na lang, puso'y mangulila...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-113142264724675223?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/113142264724675223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=113142264724675223' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/113142264724675223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/113142264724675223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/11/nasa-calatagan-batangas-ako-nito.html' title='nasa calatagan batangas ako nito...'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9547653.post-113142236858486046</id><published>2005-11-08T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T11:59:28.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rescue me</title><content type='html'>Rescue me not only with your hands but with your heart as well.&lt;br /&gt;I will respond to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me not out of pity but out of love.&lt;br /&gt;I will love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me not with self-righteousness but with compassion.&lt;br /&gt;I will learn what you teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me not because of my past but because of my future.&lt;br /&gt;I will relax and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me not simply to save me but to give me a new life.&lt;br /&gt;I will appreciate your gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me not only with a firm hand but with tolerance and patience.&lt;br /&gt;I will please you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me not only because of who I am but who I'm to become.&lt;br /&gt;I will grow and mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me not to revere yourself to others but because you want me.&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me not with a hidden agenda but with a desire to teach me to trust.&lt;br /&gt;I will be loyal and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me not to be chained or to fight but to be your companion.&lt;br /&gt;I will stand by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me not to replace one you've lost but to soothe your spirit.&lt;br /&gt;I will cherish you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me not to be your pet but to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;I will give you unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;repost lang to. Godbless!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-113142236858486046?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/113142236858486046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=113142236858486046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/113142236858486046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/113142236858486046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/11/rescue-me.html' title='rescue me'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-113075770145491354</id><published>2005-10-31T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T19:21:41.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for lowlah...</title><content type='html'>it's so hard to lose someone&lt;br /&gt;someone you hold so close&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to give up someone&lt;br /&gt;someone you cherish the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when the river starts flowing&lt;br /&gt;and hope just keeps on fading&lt;br /&gt;there is someone reaching out&lt;br /&gt;holding on and waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you have no more tears to shed&lt;br /&gt;when your strength is gone&lt;br /&gt;and your voice unheard&lt;br /&gt;when lights vanish and darkness spread&lt;br /&gt;take the hand that love has stretched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to let go of someone&lt;br /&gt;when memories are all that is left&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;leaving thorns in the flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wipe your tears dry&lt;br /&gt;smile and let your heart fly&lt;br /&gt;look forward to a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;he'll provide a way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-113075770145491354?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/113075770145491354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=113075770145491354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/113075770145491354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/113075770145491354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-lowlah.html' title='for lowlah...'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-112866758834885801</id><published>2005-10-07T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:58:44.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbow</title><content type='html'>The falling rain dissolves into mist&lt;br /&gt;And the thunder begins to die&lt;br /&gt;As the sporadic lightning fades&lt;br /&gt;An arch of colors pours from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows appear after mighty storms&lt;br /&gt;When things look their worst&lt;br /&gt;Just when the skies are darkest gray&lt;br /&gt;Out of heaven does the rainbow burst&lt;br /&gt;God first sent the rainbow to Noah&lt;br /&gt;As a sign that His word is true&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow's eternal message&lt;br /&gt;Still speaks to me and you&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow is a sign of God's promise&lt;br /&gt;That He will guide us through any storm&lt;br /&gt;That He will ease all our troubles&lt;br /&gt;No matter what their form&lt;br /&gt;When you feel battered by life's storms&lt;br /&gt;And you are filled with doubt and dismay&lt;br /&gt;Just remember God's rainbow is coming&lt;br /&gt;For it's blessing ...you only have to pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-112866758834885801?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/112866758834885801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=112866758834885801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112866758834885801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112866758834885801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/10/rainbow.html' title='rainbow'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-112796247078793475</id><published>2005-09-29T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T10:54:30.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bestfriend</title><content type='html'>May bagay na kay hirap unawain&lt;br /&gt;Mga sandaling di mo akalain&lt;br /&gt;Gusto nang sumuko ngunit di na pwede&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan itong harapin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag mawalan ng pag-asa&lt;br /&gt;si Hesus lagi ang kasama&lt;br /&gt;tapat na kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;at maaasahan sa oras ng kagipitan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Hesus ang bestfriend ko&lt;br /&gt;Laging nandyan, di nagbabago&lt;br /&gt;Pwede rin siyang maging bestfriend mo&lt;br /&gt;Mahal tayo ni Kristo...&lt;br /&gt;Yan ang totoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iba si Hesus na kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;Takbuhan at malalapitan&lt;br /&gt;Di gaya ng iba na parang bula&lt;br /&gt;Bigla na lang nawawala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya't wag ng mag-alala&lt;br /&gt;Dahil si Hesus ay laging handa&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan lang ay magtiwala ka&lt;br /&gt;Ialay ang buhay mo sa kanya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-112796247078793475?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/112796247078793475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=112796247078793475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112796247078793475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112796247078793475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/09/bestfriend.html' title='bestfriend'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-112745196090250441</id><published>2005-09-23T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:06:00.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a prayer...</title><content type='html'>I have thanked Thee a thousand times for my roses,&lt;br /&gt;but never once for my thorns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me the glory of my cross&lt;br /&gt;Teach me the value of my thorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me that I have climbed to Thee by the path of pain&lt;br /&gt;Show me that my tears have made my rainbow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-112745196090250441?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/112745196090250441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=112745196090250441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112745196090250441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112745196090250441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/09/prayer.html' title='a prayer...'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-112677316676691194</id><published>2005-09-15T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T16:32:46.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>troubled thursday</title><content type='html'>waaah!!!!!!! today was not good... i came late because of traffic, my ID was confiscated because i have my Swiss knife with me, and our quiz (na pinag-aralan ko kagabi) was postponed kasi 'di pumasok yung prof... grabe talaga tong araw nato... umuwi akong hindi ko nakuha yung ID ko, sabi nung guard bukas na lang daw... kasi naman dati di nila chinechek yun... malay ko bang icoconfiscate? hayy... bahala na bukas... sorry po, Lord...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-112677316676691194?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/112677316676691194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=112677316676691194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112677316676691194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112677316676691194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/09/troubled-thursday.html' title='troubled thursday'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-112387159723941025</id><published>2005-08-13T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T02:33:17.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T O R P E</title><content type='html'>nagsimula sa isang tingin&lt;br /&gt;sinundan ng matamis na ngiti&lt;br /&gt;wangis ng iyong mukha'y&lt;br /&gt;'di maiwaksi sa aking isip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano bang pwedeng gawin&lt;br /&gt;nitong aking damdamin?&lt;br /&gt;sa iyo lamang tumitingin&lt;br /&gt;ayaw malayo sa iyong piling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anong klaseng mahika&lt;br /&gt;ang iyong tinataglay?&lt;br /&gt;ang puso't isipan ko'y&lt;br /&gt;nabihag ng walang malay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngunit sa tuwing kikilos&lt;br /&gt;para akong nakagapos&lt;br /&gt;nanlalamig, nauutal&lt;br /&gt;katapanga'y kinakapos&lt;div 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E'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-112325367783157393</id><published>2005-08-05T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T22:54:37.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>repost</title><content type='html'>My parents had the perfect marriage, or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;However, one day in the 60's changed that thinking. It was 1963.&lt;br /&gt;The Dodgers won the World Series over the hated Yankees.&lt;br /&gt;"My" Texas Longhorns were 11-0 and beat Roger Steinbach&lt;br /&gt;and Navy in the Cotton Bowl, and were crowned the national champions.&lt;br /&gt;Life was pretty good for a 13-year-old living in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that fateful night arrived.&lt;br /&gt;The day innocence was shattered -- the moment in history&lt;br /&gt;when I discovered fairy tales were exactly that -- fairy tales.&lt;br /&gt;It was the night an appalling truth crashed upon me.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad did not have a perfect marriage.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, mom and dad hated each other.&lt;br /&gt;I do not recall what they argued about that night. But I remember&lt;br /&gt;enough to know that I wish I had never been born.&lt;br /&gt;And the fighting intensified as the weeks went by.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Dad moved out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this, I wonder if parents really comprehend&lt;br /&gt;the impact that those words -- "Dad moved out" - have&lt;br /&gt;on a child, even a child of 13? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they just love each other the way I love them both?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they forgive, forget, and start all over again?&lt;br /&gt;And why is God doing this tome? Why doesn't the hurt go away?&lt;br /&gt;And why can't my daddy live with us? Parents at times forget how bad&lt;br /&gt;kids can hurt. But sometimes parents remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those Sundays. Dad called. "You guys want to play golf?"&lt;br /&gt;What a dumb question! Dad, don't you realize that all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;is to be with you? Ever since you moved out, life has taken a tumble.&lt;br /&gt;I have pimples, I'm fat, and all the girls laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;I have one friend in the entire world, and he's kind of weird too.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about my grades, yet I do care. I miss you dad.&lt;br /&gt;I'll doanything to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, Dad, we'll play golf with you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we played, but didn't talk much. But darkness&lt;br /&gt;came much too soon, and as much as I dreaded it, we were headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for taking us out dad. Do you have to go so soon?&lt;br /&gt;Please stay a few minutes. Mom is not home. You can leave when she gets here.&lt;br /&gt;Please dad." So he stayed. We drank ice tea. But mostly we sat,&lt;br /&gt;dreading the coming separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mom walked through the door.&lt;br /&gt;They had been living apart for a few months, but had been separated for years.&lt;br /&gt;They had not kissed, or hugged, or held hands, or slept in the same bed for years.&lt;br /&gt;They had not, at least to my knowledge, used the word 'love' to each other,&lt;br /&gt;for each other since I could remember.No one really knew about it that&lt;br /&gt;Mom was about to give my sister, my brother, and me the greatest gift imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;We all had some tense moments as we requested dad to stay back for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was a quite affair. And finally it was time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10:00 PM when Mom finished her work and came in.&lt;br /&gt;She announced that she was going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodnight Ann. I love you." And she kissed my sister on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodnight Richard. I love you." And she kissed my brother on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodnight David. I love you." And she kissed me on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she paused. We could sense she wasn't yet through with the goodnights.&lt;br /&gt;But there was only one person left in the room. He was sitting in a big chair to my left.&lt;br /&gt;And though it has been 35 years since that night, I still can see his face, and hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked over to him. Without a word being said,with compassion and love and tenderness like I had never seen or experienced before, she kissed her husband, our dad, on the cheek and whispered the golden words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And goodnight Tom! I love you too !"And soon she left the room.&lt;br /&gt;Dad said goodnight to us and left. No one mentioned the miracle we had experienced.The next day, dad came home to stay. And for 27 years, they held hands, and hugged, and kissed, and loved each other with the love of the ages. And you know why? Because one woman decided to love, and forgive, and forget -- decided to start all over for her man. Because one mother saw the hurt and the pain three children were going through. And because one man decided to accept that unconditional love, and to give it back, to reciprocate. Years later, mom had breast cancer. They were both old by then. I came into the hospital room after traveling all day to get there. As I walked into the room, there was dad sitting in a big chair to my left. He was holding his bride's hand, and stroking her hair. And my mind raced back to that auspicious night, when love was reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, one kiss, three words. The magic of those words lasted a lifetime &amp;amp; beyond!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-112325367783157393?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/112325367783157393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=112325367783157393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112325367783157393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112325367783157393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/08/repost.html' title='repost'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-112234720984723538</id><published>2005-07-26T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T11:06:49.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a perfect heart</title><content type='html'>One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming&lt;br /&gt;that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large&lt;br /&gt;crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly&lt;br /&gt;was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was&lt;br /&gt;very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why&lt;br /&gt;your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the&lt;br /&gt;young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but&lt;br /&gt;full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other&lt;br /&gt;pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several&lt;br /&gt;jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where&lt;br /&gt;whole pieces were missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they&lt;br /&gt;thought? The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state&lt;br /&gt;and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with&lt;br /&gt;mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said the old man, "yours is perfect looking but I would never&lt;br /&gt;trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have&lt;br /&gt;given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them,&lt;br /&gt;and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the&lt;br /&gt;empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have&lt;br /&gt;some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love&lt;br /&gt;we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the&lt;br /&gt;other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the&lt;br /&gt;empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges&lt;br /&gt;are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these&lt;br /&gt;people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I&lt;br /&gt;have been waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He&lt;br /&gt;walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with&lt;br /&gt;trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart&lt;br /&gt;and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the&lt;br /&gt;wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there&lt;br /&gt;were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect&lt;br /&gt;anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's&lt;br /&gt;heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, your love brings freedom and pardon. Fill me with your HolySpirit and set my heart free that nothing may make me lose my temper,ruffle my peace, take away my joy, nor make me bitter towards anyone"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-112234720984723538?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/112234720984723538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=112234720984723538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112234720984723538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112234720984723538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/07/perfect-heart.html' title='a perfect heart'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-112199718343779957</id><published>2005-07-22T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:53:03.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>"Ended, at an early hour, my first love! My virgin heart will always mourn the reckless step it took&lt;br /&gt;on the flowered-deck abyss. My illusions will return, yes, but indifferent, uncertain, ready for the first&lt;br /&gt;betrayal on the path of love."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-112199718343779957?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/112199718343779957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=112199718343779957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112199718343779957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112199718343779957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-112173909832866748</id><published>2005-07-19T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T10:11:38.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one that got away</title><content type='html'>In your life, you'll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There's the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you're with...and the one that got away.Who is the one that got away? I guess it's that person with who(m)everything was great, everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong. There was no fault in the person, there was no flaw in the chemistry, but the cards just didn't fall the right way, I suppose.I believe in the fact that ending up with someone, finding a longtime partner that is, does not lie merely in the other person. I can actually argue that an equal part, or maybe even the greater part, has to do with the matter of timing. It has to do with you being ready to settle down and commit to someone in a way that goes beyond the little niceties of giddy romance.How often have you gone through it without even realizing it? When you're not ready to commit in that mature manner, it doesn't matter who(m) you're with, it just doesn't work. Small problems become big; inconsequentials become dealbreakers simply because you're not ready and it shows. It's not that you and the person you're with are no good; it's just that it's not yet right, and little things become the flashpoint of that fact.Then one day you're ready. You really are. And when this happens you'll be ready to settle down with someone. He or she may not be the most perfect,they might not be the brightest star of romance to ever have burned in your life, but it'll work because you're ready. It'll work because it's the right time and you'll make it work. And it'll make sense, it really will.So that day comes when you're finally making sense of things, and you find yourself to be a different person. Things are different, your approach is different, you finally understand who you are and what you want, and you've become ready because the time has truly arrived. And mind you, there's no telling when this day will come. Hopefully you're single but you could bein a long-term relationship, you could be married with three kids, it doesn't matter. All you know is that you've changed, and for some reason,the one that got away, is the first person you think about.You'll think about them because you'll wonder, "What if they were here today?" You'll wonder, "What if we were together now, with me as I am and not as I was?" That's what the one that got away is. The biggest "What if?" you'll have in your life.If you're married, you'll just have to accept the fact that the one that got away, got away. Believe me, no matter how fairy tale you think your marriage is, this can happen to the best of us. But hopefully you're mature enough to realize that you're already with the one you're with and this isjust another test of your commitment, one which will just strengthen your marriage when you get past it. Sure, you'll think about him/her every so often, but it's alright. It's never nice to live with a "might have been," but it happens.Maybe the one that got away is the one who's already married. In which case it's the same thing. You just have to accept and know that your memories of that person will probably bring a nice little smile to your lips in the future when you're old and gray and reminiscing.But if neither of that is the case, then it's different. What do you do if it's not yet too late? Simple...find him, find her. Because the very existence of a "one that got away" means that you'll always wonder, what if you got that one?Ask him out to coffee, ask her out to a movie, it doesn't matter if you've dropped in from out of nowhere. You'd be surprised, you just might be "the one that got away" as well for the person who is your "the one that got away."You might drop in from out of nowhere and it won't make a difference. If the timing is finally right, it'll all just fall into place somehow and you know, I'm thinking, it would be a great feeling, in the end, to be able to say to someone, "Hey you, you're the one that almost got away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timing.. in God's time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-112173909832866748?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/112173909832866748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=112173909832866748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112173909832866748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112173909832866748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-that-got-away.html' title='the one that got away'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-112055486798471105</id><published>2005-07-05T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:14:27.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eto pa isa...</title><content type='html'>meron mga tao at pangyayaring dumadating sa buhay naten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na hindi naten gusto o kaya naman ay resulta na din ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katigasan ng ating ulo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang tawag sa mga yun ay papel de liha or "sand paper"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magaspang, matigas, masakit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero pagkatapos tayong padaanan sa papel de liha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas makinis, malambot, at maganda ang kakalabasan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya, anuman ang pinagdadaanan mo, nililiha ka lang ni Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para maging THE BEST para sa Kanya... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-112055486798471105?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/112055486798471105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=112055486798471105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112055486798471105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112055486798471105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/07/eto-pa-isa.html' title='eto pa isa...'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-112055420503068470</id><published>2005-07-05T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:03:25.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i quote...</title><content type='html'>"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Fox, from The Little Prince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-112055420503068470?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/112055420503068470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=112055420503068470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112055420503068470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112055420503068470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-i-quote.html' title='and i quote...'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-112047395786908054</id><published>2005-07-04T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T18:45:57.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>art din pala to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE ART OF FORGIVING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most creative power given to the human spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is the power to heal the wounds of a past it cannot change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We do our forgiving alone inside our hearts and minds;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what happens to the people we forgive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;depends on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first person to benefit from forgiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is the one who does it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgiving happens it three stages: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we rediscover the humanity of the person who wronged us; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we surrender our right to get even;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and we wish that person well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgiving is a journey; the deeper the wound,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the longer the journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgiving does not require us to reunite with the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;person who broke our trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We do not forgive because we are supposed to;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we forgive when we are ready to be healed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting for someone to repent before we forgive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is to surrender our future to the person who wronged us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgiving is not a way to avoid pain but to heal the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgiving someone who breaks a trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;does not mean that we give him his job back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgiving is the only way to be fair to ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgivers are not doormats; to forgive a person is not a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;signal that we are willing to put up with with what he does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgiving is essential; talking about it is optional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we forgive, we set a prisoner free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and discover that the prisoner we set free is us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we forgive we walk in stride with the forgiving God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-112047395786908054?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/112047395786908054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=112047395786908054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112047395786908054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/112047395786908054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/07/art-din-pala-to.html' title='art din pala to...'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111926084761066798</id><published>2005-06-20T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T17:47:27.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strength of Brokenness</title><content type='html'>The bows of the warriors are broken, but those who stumbled are armed with strength. ~ 1 Samuel 2:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an oxymoron throughout the Bible. It says that brokenness is strength.&lt;br /&gt;How can this be? How can brokenness be strength?&lt;br /&gt;In order to use men and women to their fullest extent, the Lord has to break&lt;br /&gt;His servants so that they might have a new kind of strength that is not human in origin.&lt;br /&gt;It is strength in spirit that is born only through brokenness.&lt;br /&gt;Paul was broken on the Damascus road.&lt;br /&gt;Peter was broken after Jesus was taken prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob was broken at Peniel.&lt;br /&gt;David was broken after his sin with Bathsheba. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list could go on of those the Lord had to break in different ways before they could be used in the Kingdom.When we are broken, we see the frailty of human strength and come to grips with the reality that we can do nothing in our own strength.&lt;br /&gt; Then, new strength emerges that God uses mightily.&lt;br /&gt;God resists the proud but gives grace to the humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not fear brokenness, for it may be the missing ingredient to a life that emerges with a new kind of strength and experience not known before.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for a broken and contrite heart that God can bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111926084761066798?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111926084761066798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111926084761066798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111926084761066798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111926084761066798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/06/strength-of-brokenness.html' title='The Strength of Brokenness'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111837175689274914</id><published>2005-06-10T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T10:49:16.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on dolphy jr.</title><content type='html'>galing ako sa church kanina. i was invited by pastor zaldy para tumugtog.&lt;br /&gt;may praise and worship kasi,, at kakanta daw si rodolfo quizon jr.&lt;br /&gt;una, ayoko kasi ang aga, 7am. naman! wala pa ngang pasok, gigising nako&lt;br /&gt;ng ganun.. at maysakit ako, trangkaso, pero di na ganun kagrabe.&lt;br /&gt;but then, God intervened.. at pumunta ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagdating ko sa church, na-meet ko si dolphy jr.&lt;br /&gt;nakaputing barong, mejo malaking tao, at xempre kamukha ni pidol.&lt;br /&gt;kaya nga junior eh. we practiced the songs he'll be singing.&lt;br /&gt;at pumunta na nga kami sa worship hall kasi start na ng program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, i thought tatawa ang mga tao dito kasi nga anak ng comedy king eh.&lt;br /&gt;but as he went along with his message and testimony, i saw everyone&lt;br /&gt;teary-eyed. actually, meron mga umiyak. i, myself, almost burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;yung tears of joy because of what God has done sa buhay niya. Grabe talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God uses ordinary people in extraordinary ways.&lt;br /&gt;If that's true for Dolphy Jr.,&lt;br /&gt;then it's also true for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoting from him:&lt;br /&gt;"Dati, ako'y anak lang ng King of Comedy,&lt;br /&gt;Pero ngayon, anak nako ng King of Kings and Lord of Lords!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang lakas...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111837175689274914?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111837175689274914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111837175689274914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111837175689274914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111837175689274914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/06/on-dolphy-jr.html' title='on dolphy jr.'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111828319332402947</id><published>2005-06-09T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T10:13:13.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i quote...</title><content type='html'>"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot?&lt;br /&gt;The world forgetting, by the world forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.&lt;br /&gt;Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Alexander Pope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111828319332402947?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111828319332402947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111828319332402947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111828319332402947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111828319332402947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-i-quote.html' title='and i quote...'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111807490506503264</id><published>2005-06-07T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T00:21:45.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the strength of a man</title><content type='html'>The strength of a man isn't seen in the width of his shoulders --&lt;br /&gt;It's in the width of his arms that circle you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in the deep tone of his voice --&lt;br /&gt;It is in the gentle words he whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't just in how many buddies he has --&lt;br /&gt;It's most admirably how good a buddy he is with his kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't just in how respected he is at work --&lt;br /&gt;It's most importantly how respected he is at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in how hard he hits --&lt;br /&gt;It's in how tender he touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in the hair on his chest --&lt;br /&gt;It's in the heart...that lies within his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't how many women he's loved --&lt;br /&gt;It's in his loyalty to one woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in the weight he can lift --&lt;br /&gt;It is in the burdens he can carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a man and my strength comes from God alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111807490506503264?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111807490506503264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111807490506503264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111807490506503264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111807490506503264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/06/strength-of-man.html' title='the strength of a man'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111742791334382993</id><published>2005-05-30T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T12:38:33.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies..</title><content type='html'>seen three movies this summer... going on four..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, there was The Interpreter. di ko na ikkwento para panoorin niyo.&lt;br /&gt;watched it with Ting. ok lng, panoorin niyo nlng,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the Kingdom Of Heaven. Shox! ang gwapo ni Orlando Bloom.&lt;br /&gt;a must-see din to. watched it with Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos Star Wars 3: Revenge of the Sith. mas maganda yun&lt;br /&gt;light-saber-fighting scenes dito. hehe love ko tlga si Master Yoda.&lt;br /&gt;quoting from Yoda: "Take courage to let go the ones you fear to lose."&lt;br /&gt;watched it with the MDC barkada=) May the force be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balak ko isa pang movie. hmm.. i wonder who am i going to watch it with..&lt;br /&gt;baka ikaw na yun, kaya itext mo nako. sagot ko naman tickets eh. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we watch movies to escape from the real world..&lt;br /&gt;we even wish that movies will happen to real life.&lt;br /&gt;but after watching, as we go out of the cinema,&lt;br /&gt;back to the real world.. did we brought something?&lt;br /&gt;movies are worth the time and money if we learned something&lt;br /&gt;from it and with whom did we spend the time with it.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nood na tayo! text moko. haha first come, first serve!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111742791334382993?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111742791334382993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111742791334382993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111742791334382993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111742791334382993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/05/movies.html' title='movies..'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111568851484395121</id><published>2005-05-10T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T09:28:34.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>light of a million mornings</title><content type='html'>I couldn't see the sunshine through the shadow&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't seem to find a soul to care&lt;br /&gt;But in my darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;You touched me with Your power&lt;br /&gt;And when I look Your Light was everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;The Light of a Million Mornings filled my heart&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a million angels sang my song&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of a love so tender touch my life and suddenly&lt;br /&gt;the light of a million mornings dawned in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songlyrics.com/link.php?id=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't try to understand the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;I only know it takes away the dark&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain your healing, or all the joy I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;I only know You've come into my heart&lt;br /&gt;(REPEAT CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that Your Glory has come shining through&lt;br /&gt;Let my life be a candle Lord that shines for You&lt;br /&gt;Shines for You&lt;br /&gt;Shines for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light of a million mornings filled my heart&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a million angels sang my song&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of a love so tender touched my heart and suddenly&lt;br /&gt;All of the light of a million mornings&lt;br /&gt;All of the light of a million mornings&lt;br /&gt;The light of a million mornings has dawned in me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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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-9547653.post-111568768859273367</id><published>2005-05-10T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T09:14:48.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaibigan</title><content type='html'>Minsan ika'y nag-iisa walang makasama&lt;br /&gt;Di malaman sa'n tutungo&lt;br /&gt;Naghahanap, nag-iisip kung saan babaling&lt;br /&gt;Dito sa mundong mapaglaro&lt;br /&gt;At tuwing ika'y nalulumbay 'di makakita&lt;br /&gt;Nais mo ay may makasama&lt;br /&gt;Sa 'yong lungkot akala mo ika'y nag-iisa&lt;br /&gt;Narito ako't kapiling ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung nais mo ika'y lumuha&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y makikinig sa bawat salita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag umuulan bumubuhos ang langit sa yong mga mata&lt;br /&gt;Kapag mayroong unos ay aagos ang luha&lt;br /&gt;Nguni't di ka mag-iisa, kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayrami ng mga tanong sa 'yong isipan&lt;br /&gt;Nais mo lamang ay malaman&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nagkaganoon ang nangyari sa 'yong buhay&lt;br /&gt;Tanong mo man sa 'ki'y 'di ko alam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handa akong maging tanggulan&lt;br /&gt;Sa tuwing sasapit sa 'yo ang tag-ulan, oooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag umuulan bumubuhos ang langit sa yong mga mata&lt;br /&gt;Kapag mayroong unos ay aagos ang luha&lt;br /&gt;Nguni't di ka mag-iisa, kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y naririto, naghihintay lamang sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;Tumawag ka't ako ay tatakbo sa piling mo&lt;br /&gt;Kaibigan... kaibigan... kaibigan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag umuulan bumubuhos ang langit sa yong mga mata&lt;br /&gt;Kapag mayroong unos ay aagos ang luha&lt;br /&gt;Nguni't di ka mag-iisa&lt;br /&gt;Kaibigan... kaibigan... kaibigan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-9547653.post-111548666034354967</id><published>2005-05-08T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T01:24:20.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mother's day</title><content type='html'>habang tina-type ko to, pinapanood ko ang music video&lt;br /&gt;ng "i'll never go far away from you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina, pumunta akong manila memorial.&lt;br /&gt;pinuntahan ko si mama kasi namiiss ko na siya.&lt;br /&gt;trapik, mas matagal pa yun biyahe kesa sa time&lt;br /&gt;na tinigil ko dun. kelangan ko kasing bumalik agad,&lt;br /&gt;may praktis pa kasi. naputol pa yun bracelet ko.&lt;br /&gt;kya ayun, gnwa ko nalang singsing. what a day tlga to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy mother's day!&lt;br /&gt;i love you ma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111548666034354967?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111548666034354967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111548666034354967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111548666034354967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111548666034354967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/05/mothers-day.html' title='mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111533893082158760</id><published>2005-05-06T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T08:22:10.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L E T   G O</title><content type='html'>To "LET GO" Does not mean to stop caring, it means I can't do it for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Is not to cut myself off, it's the realization that I can't control another human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Is not to enable, but to allow someone to learn from their natural consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Is to admit powerlessness , which means the outcome is not in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Is not to try to change or blame another, but to make the most of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Is not to care for, but to care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Is not to fix, but to be supportive, and not violate my values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Is not to be in the middle, arranging all the outcomes , but to allow God to work in the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Is not to be protective, it's to permit another to face reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Is not to deny, but to accept .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Is not to nag, scold or argue with another person, but instead to search out my own shortcomings and allow God to correct them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Does not mean to deny the shortcomings in others, but to accept others unconditionally in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to accept each day as it comes; knowing God offers it to me for growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Is not to criticize or regulate anybody, but to try to become the person I understand God wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Does not mean to compete against another human being, but rather, to compete within myself to learn "self- control" through circumstances God brings into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Does mean to fear less and love more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Means I don't demand my own way, but that I hold firm to my values and beliefs-- while allowing others the same privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "LET GO" Doesn't mean that I expect God to do everything for me, but that I let God show me how to do His will for my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111533893082158760?l=hestrengthensme.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-9547653.post-111533819939403216</id><published>2005-05-06T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T08:09:59.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Wonderful Love</title><content type='html'>Everyone longs to give themselves completely to someone,&lt;br /&gt;to have a deep soul relationship with another, to be loved&lt;br /&gt;thoroughly and exclusively. But God, to a Christian, says,&lt;br /&gt;"No, not until you are satisfied, fufilled and content with&lt;br /&gt;being loved by Me alone -with giving yourself totally and&lt;br /&gt;unreservedly to Me -discovering that only in Me is your&lt;br /&gt;satisfaction to be found -and only then you will be capable&lt;br /&gt;of the perfect human relationship that i have planned for you.&lt;br /&gt;You will never never be united with another until you are&lt;br /&gt;united with Me -exclusive of anyone or anything else,&lt;br /&gt;exclusive of any other desire or longing.I want you to stop&lt;br /&gt;planning, stop wishing and allow Me to give you the most&lt;br /&gt;thrilling plan existing, one that you cannot imagine,&lt;br /&gt;i want you to have the best;please allow Me to give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;You just keep watching Me, expecting the greatest things.&lt;br /&gt;Keep listening and learning the things I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;You just wait, that's all.Don't be anxious, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look around at the things others have gotten or that&lt;br /&gt;I have given them.Don't look at the things you think you want.&lt;br /&gt;You just keep looking away off to Me or you'll miss&lt;br /&gt;what i want to show you.And when you're ready,&lt;br /&gt;I'll surprise you with a love far more wonderful than&lt;br /&gt;you could dream of. You see, until you are ready and&lt;br /&gt;until the one I have for you is ready,(I'm working even&lt;br /&gt;at this moment to have you both ready at the same time),&lt;br /&gt;until you are both satisfied exclusively with Me and the life&lt;br /&gt;I have prepared for you,you won't be able to experience&lt;br /&gt;the love that exemplifies your relationship with Me,&lt;br /&gt;and this is the perfect love.&lt;br /&gt;And dear one, I want you to have this wonderful love.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to see in the flesh the picture of your relationship with Me and enjoy materially and concretely the everlasting beauty, perfections, and love.&lt;br /&gt;Know that i love you utterly.&lt;br /&gt;I am God, believe it and be satisfied."- GOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111533819939403216?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111533819939403216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111533819939403216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111533819939403216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111533819939403216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/05/most-wonderful-love.html' title='The Most Wonderful Love'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111525043895013346</id><published>2005-05-05T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T07:47:19.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a prayer for someone with a prayer like mine</title><content type='html'>Only you will understand my sadness and my hope. You know the recesses of my heart; know that my heart is breaking from loneliness. I desperately need someone to care deeply about me and to let me care as much for her. I do have friends and family but it is not the same as romantic love. Sometimes I am envious of couples walking hand in hand and enjoy themselves. I, too, want a moment with someone to share that joy.  Confession is surely good for the soul. Indeed, even as I pray, Lord, You are helping me to see the bigger picture. In that bigger and larger vision, You show me that romance after all ends in sorrow, not happiness ever after. I begin to appreciate how You have sheltered me from hurts that maybe worse than my loneliness. I can see that those whom I have envied have their own burdens different from and perhaps, heavier. Even in my hunger for a romantic glance, a loving touch, I feel you healing me in thought. You are telling me to search less for a dreamy romance and more for the real people who need my concern. You are teaching me to lose my loneliness in the loneliness of others, especially those who are neglected by the world’s romantic pursuit of happiness. I accept Your call to a higher love, but never forget my prayer, please Lord, I will always need that one companion that I can call mine alone. If it is Your will, let it be someone who is praying now a prayer like mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111525043895013346?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111525043895013346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111525043895013346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111525043895013346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111525043895013346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/05/prayer-for-someone-with-prayer-like.html' title='a prayer for someone with a prayer like mine'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111524912038629343</id><published>2005-05-05T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T07:25:20.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run through the rain</title><content type='html'>A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired,&lt;br /&gt;freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside.&lt;br /&gt;The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters,&lt;br /&gt;so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout.&lt;br /&gt;We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.&lt;br /&gt;I am always mesmerized by rainfall.&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child come pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day. The little voice was so sweet as it broke!&lt;br /&gt;the hypnotic trance we were all caught in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, let's run through the rain," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" Mom asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let 's run through the rain!" She repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom, let's run through the rain,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said,&lt;br /&gt;'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I promise you, you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.&lt;br /&gt;Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly.&lt;br /&gt;Some might even ignore what was said.&lt;br /&gt;But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's' life.&lt;br /&gt;A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain.&lt;br /&gt;If GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off they ran.&lt;br /&gt;We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes,&lt;br /&gt;through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case.&lt;br /&gt;They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I did..&lt;br /&gt;I ran..&lt;br /&gt;I got wet..&lt;br /&gt;I needed washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one can ever take away your precious memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday.&lt;br /&gt;To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111524912038629343?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111524912038629343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111524912038629343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111524912038629343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111524912038629343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/05/run-through-rain.html' title='run through the rain'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111524782376150123</id><published>2005-05-05T06:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T07:03:43.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crossroads..</title><content type='html'>They happen all the time -- saying goodbye to some, choosing only one.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go, holding on... settling for now, but facing what must come...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in life we all reach a crossroad sometime.&lt;br /&gt;We make painful decisions and take some risks as we pursue our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;But one should not stay at the CROSSROADS too long.&lt;br /&gt;For even the birds have to leave their nests sometime and learn how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;Life's road is long and rough, and there are stretches when one has to do it all alone.&lt;br /&gt;And should you meet the cross at the road, be consoled.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, more often than not, the road less traveled will surely bring you home.&lt;br /&gt;Face the light and the shadow falls behind you.&lt;br /&gt;Turn your back and the shadow stays in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, the truth hurts, but it will surely set you free.&lt;br /&gt;The bitter pangs of parting will give birth to another moment called growing.&lt;br /&gt;So grow on...&lt;br /&gt;until it's time for you to move on...&lt;br /&gt;and face the crossroads again,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that God loves you and is in control of everything.&lt;br /&gt;Be strong at the crossroads.&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the CROSS at the ROAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is at the cross,&lt;br /&gt;at the road,&lt;br /&gt;at all your CROSSROADS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111524782376150123?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111524782376150123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111524782376150123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111524782376150123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111524782376150123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/05/crossroads.html' title='crossroads..'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111516775868988544</id><published>2005-05-04T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T08:49:18.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puppy size</title><content type='html'>"She keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back to this shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started all of this," the woman told the volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it she keeps asking for?" the volunteer asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Puppy size!" "Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know ... we have seen most of them," the mom said in frustration. Just then the young child came walking into the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, did you find one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not this time," she said with sadness in her voice. "Can we come back on the weekend?" The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there's always a supply," the volunteer said. The young child took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. "Don't worry, I bet we'll find one this weekend," the child said. Over the next few days both Mom and Dad had long conversations with her. They both felt she was being too particular.&lt;br /&gt;"It's this weekend or we're not looking any more," Dad finally said in frustration. "We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size either," Mom added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning. By now the young child knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs. Tired of the routine, Mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see the animals during times when visitors weren't permitted. The young girl walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each one. One by one, she said, "Sorry, you're not the one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was at the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup. The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!" she screamed with joy. It's the puppy size!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held the last few weeks," Mom said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No not size ---- sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love the bigger the sighs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a little of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, "Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes you sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of cool air on a hot day. They are the sighs of God. Take the time to stop and listen; you will be surprised at what you hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111516775868988544?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111516775868988544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111516775868988544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111516775868988544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111516775868988544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/05/puppy-size.html' title='puppy size'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111516726821952723</id><published>2005-05-04T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T08:41:08.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ting ting</title><content type='html'>the first "ting" is my mom. that's her nickname.&lt;br /&gt;i really miss her, lalo na ngayon na tumatanda nako.&lt;br /&gt;bunso eh, kya mama's boy=) mommy ting is very complete.&lt;br /&gt;kaibigan, katulong, yaya, masahista, taga-luto, taga-laba,&lt;br /&gt;at marami pang iba, at xempre, the best mommy in the&lt;br /&gt;whole wide universe and galaxies. ngayong mother's day,&lt;br /&gt;namimis ko siya at palaging mamimiss.. pero masaya na din&lt;br /&gt;ako kasi alam ko na katabi na niya si God. i miss my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second "ting" is the first, and maybe, the last girl i'd give&lt;br /&gt;heart and love. siya si rach. kilala siya ng mga closest friends ko.&lt;br /&gt;alam din nila kung gano ko siya kamahal. halata nga daw, sabi ni&lt;br /&gt;ate e. ewan ko kung anong nangyari samen, but i know there&lt;br /&gt;is something God wants to teach us. miss ko na din siya. at lalo&lt;br /&gt;pa ngayong summer kasi we first got closer, summer ng 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two "tings" in my life..&lt;br /&gt;i miss them both.. i love them both..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111516726821952723?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111516726821952723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111516726821952723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111516726821952723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111516726821952723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/05/ting-ting.html' title='ting ting'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111487258474028938</id><published>2005-04-30T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T22:49:44.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISCF-MDC 2005</title><content type='html'>everything hit me..&lt;br /&gt;i'm challenged..&lt;br /&gt;and praying to be changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I am Lord, send me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111487258474028938?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111487258474028938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111487258474028938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111487258474028938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111487258474028938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/04/iscf-mdc-2005_30.html' title='ISCF-MDC 2005'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111426913211049619</id><published>2005-04-23T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T23:55:05.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have loved you in silence</title><content type='html'>Whenever I look at you&lt;br /&gt;I feel sudden sadness&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you are someone&lt;br /&gt;Who could never be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have noticed&lt;br /&gt;The sudden changes I am having lately,&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn’t handle it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go on pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for not being able to admit&lt;br /&gt;I am too afraid of the consequences&lt;br /&gt;That are bound to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile keeps on haunting me&lt;br /&gt;My mind is telling me to forget you…&lt;br /&gt;But how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For long I have loved you in silence&lt;br /&gt;I tried to show it&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that you’ll soon see&lt;br /&gt;The feeling I hid&lt;br /&gt;Yet… you are blind&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you’re not just ready&lt;br /&gt;For something like this&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you are waiting for my move&lt;br /&gt;A move that may not happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us is getting bigger&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t do anything but&lt;br /&gt;To admire you from a distance&lt;br /&gt;I know whatever happens&lt;br /&gt;You and I will remain just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in my dreams I can hold you&lt;br /&gt;Only then I can tell you’re mine&lt;br /&gt;But when the dream is finally over&lt;br /&gt;Reality creeps through my heart&lt;br /&gt;And says you’re someone who could never be mine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. kung sino mag-comment, siya yun!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111426913211049619?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111426913211049619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111426913211049619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111426913211049619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111426913211049619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-loved-you-in-silence.html' title='i have loved you in silence'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111311130945636924</id><published>2005-04-10T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T13:35:09.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another something to ponder</title><content type='html'>Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way&lt;br /&gt;she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling.&lt;br /&gt;They found out that the new baby was going be a girl, and day after day, night after night,&lt;br /&gt;Michael sang to his sister in Mommy's tummy. He was building a bond of love&lt;br /&gt;with his little sister before he even met her. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen.&lt;br /&gt;In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute.&lt;br /&gt;But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor.&lt;br /&gt;Would a C-section be required?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition.&lt;br /&gt;With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit&lt;br /&gt;at Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inched by. The little girl got worse.&lt;br /&gt;The pediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room&lt;br /&gt;in their house for their new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral.&lt;br /&gt;Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister. "I want to sing to her", he kept saying.&lt;br /&gt;Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over.&lt;br /&gt;Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care.&lt;br /&gt;Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not. If he didn't see his sister right then,&lt;br /&gt;he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU.&lt;br /&gt;He looked like a walking laundry basket. The head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed,&lt;br /&gt;"Get that kid out of here now. No children are allowed." The mother rose up strong in Karen,&lt;br /&gt;and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line,&lt;br /&gt;"He is not leaving until he sings to his sister" she stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live.&lt;br /&gt;After a moment, he began to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulses rate began to calm down and become steady.&lt;br /&gt;"Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never know, dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr.&lt;br /&gt;"Keep on singing, sweetheart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.&lt;br /&gt;"Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my sunshine away..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next, day...the very next day...the little girl was well enough to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Woman's Day Magazine called it The Miracle of a Brother's Song. The medical staff just called it a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;Karen called it a miracle of God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111311130945636924?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111311130945636924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111311130945636924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111311130945636924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111311130945636924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-something-to-ponder.html' title='another something to ponder'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111311094808457829</id><published>2005-04-10T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T13:29:08.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>break</title><content type='html'>haay.. kakatapos lang ng isang camp at isang reunion. sunud-sunod kaya mejo nakakapagod.&lt;br /&gt;kelangan ko ng break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break sa mejo busy na sked&lt;br /&gt;break sa magulo kong kwarto...=)&lt;br /&gt;break sa mainit na araw (grabe, i can't beat the heat. super init!)&lt;br /&gt;break kasi kelangan kong pumunta sa banyo&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break free from the nightmares of the past..&lt;br /&gt;break from the bondages that enslaves...&lt;br /&gt;break me, Lord, break me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that you can use me...&lt;br /&gt;and make me whole again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111311094808457829?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111311094808457829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111311094808457829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111311094808457829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111311094808457829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/04/break.html' title='break'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111231459331866468</id><published>2005-04-01T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T08:16:33.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>april 1, 2005</title><content type='html'>sabi nila april fool's day ang unang araw ng april&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saken, ito ang araw na unang nakakuha ako ng failing grade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay... ganyan lang talaga siguro magturo si Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord.&lt;div 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2005'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111172490545114816</id><published>2005-03-25T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T12:28:25.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>semana santa</title><content type='html'>napanood ko kagabi yun movie sa tv na "sa kandungan ng langit"...&lt;br /&gt;tungkol yun sa isang lalaking naghahanap ng direksyon sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt;pumunta siya sa Bethesda, dun dinadala yun mga ketongin galing sa&lt;br /&gt;Tala Leprosarium. nandun siya para gumawa ng docu tungkol sa mga&lt;br /&gt;ketongin. siyempre nadidiri siya. to make the long story short, na-realize&lt;br /&gt;niya na mas malala pa siya dun sa mga ketongin. meron sakit na sumisira&lt;br /&gt;hindi sa kanyang kaanyuan, kundi sa kanyang katauhan. meron siyang&lt;br /&gt;mga bagay na hindi pa rin gumagaling. nakita niya ang kanyang sariling&lt;br /&gt;nabubulok sa uod ng kasalanan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...minsan kasi nakakalimutan natin na meron din tayong mga kakulangan..&lt;br /&gt;..at madalas, sinusumbat natin to sa iba...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111172490545114816?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111172490545114816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111172490545114816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111172490545114816'/><link 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lagot na! so help me God...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111104942804267734?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111104942804267734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111104942804267734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111104942804267734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111104942804267734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/03/70-30.html' title='70 - 30'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111087293381765454</id><published>2005-03-15T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T15:48:53.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>etri</title><content type='html'>i miss the times we've spent together&lt;br /&gt;i miss the nights we talked to each other&lt;br /&gt;i miss the warmth of your embrace&lt;br /&gt;that soothes my heartaches and ease my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for when i stray, your hand is there&lt;br /&gt;to lead me back to you&lt;br /&gt;i realize, i'm incomplete&lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm apart from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thank you for your love&lt;br /&gt;for the second chance you've given&lt;br /&gt;i thank you for your love&lt;br /&gt;for my sins, you have forgiven&lt;br /&gt;i thank you for your love&lt;br /&gt;that brought me back to you&lt;br /&gt;thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;and please know that i love you, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;holding on to my first love&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the emptiness no more&lt;br /&gt;the crown of victory you have assured&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111087293381765454?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111087293381765454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111087293381765454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;so what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111087258040522052?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111087258040522052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111087258040522052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111087258040522052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111087258040522052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/03/super-sawsaw.html' title='super sawsaw'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-111087235102657068</id><published>2005-03-15T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T15:39:11.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-bak</title><content type='html'>Tina told the tall tramp, Tommy&lt;br /&gt;To throw the trash towards Terry&lt;br /&gt;Trying to tell them to trick Todd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tae...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111087235102657068?l=hestrengthensme.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-9547653.post-111026787745021566</id><published>2005-03-08T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T09:52:13.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to ponder..</title><content type='html'>On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene of ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes. Dew came into my life.It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, "You are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said, "Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls."Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved Dew's hands aside and said," You go to select some furniture,O.K.? I've got something to do in the company." Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used tobe something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body.This was the means of my entertainment. One day I said to her in a slight joking way, "suppose we divorce, what will you do?" She stared at me for a few seconds without a word.Apparently she believed that 'divorce' was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. Once again, Dew said to me, "He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together." I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. "I've got something to tell you," I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. "I want to divorce." I raised a serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "why?". "I'm serious." I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry . She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me,"you are not a man!". At that night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart.The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected tosee. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. At late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me,but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, "He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?"This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, "I remember". "You carried me in your arms", she continued, "so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning." I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form. I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. "No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce," she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, "daddy is holding mummy in his arms." His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, "Let us start from to day, don't tell our son." I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a longtime. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. On the third day, she whispered to me, "The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there." On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vaguer. On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as,where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc.I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this.I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, "It seems not difficult to carry you now." She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, "All my dresses have grown fatter." I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart.Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. "Dad, it's time to carry mum out." He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step.Our son had gone to school. She said, "Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old." I held her tightly and said, "Both you and I didn't notice that our life was lack of such intimacy." I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew openedthe door. I said to her, "Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious." She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. "You got no fever." She said. I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew," I said, "I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you." Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the office. When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The sales girl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, "I'll carry you out every morning until we are old."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-111026787745021566?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/111026787745021566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=111026787745021566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111026787745021566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/111026787745021566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/03/something-to-ponder.html' title='something to ponder..'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110991947852768585</id><published>2005-03-04T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T14:57:58.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>etwo</title><content type='html'>pauwi nako nun...&lt;br /&gt;dumaan muna ako sa computer shop..&lt;br /&gt;nag-type.. nag-internet...&lt;br /&gt;pinuntahan ko ang mga websites na plgi kong pinupuntahan&lt;br /&gt;blog ko, blog ng mga kaibigan ko&lt;br /&gt;email ko, google, at xempre&lt;br /&gt;friendster ko....&lt;br /&gt;at friendster niya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siya na nagpaiyak sakin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siya na sumugat sa aking damdamin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siya na mananatili sa puso ko hanggang hanggan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110991947852768585?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110991947852768585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110991947852768585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110991947852768585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110991947852768585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/03/etwo.html' title='etwo'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110991898036859177</id><published>2005-03-04T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T15:02:00.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ewan</title><content type='html'>i said to myself that it's all over&lt;br /&gt;it's been a year since the last encounter&lt;br /&gt;but everytime i say that it's over&lt;br /&gt;i'm conquered by the feeling&lt;br /&gt;of wanting you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i do, what should i do&lt;br /&gt;when all i think about is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't run, i can't hide&lt;br /&gt;i can't fool myself&lt;br /&gt;that you're still here with me&lt;div 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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-9547653.post-110914787750835107</id><published>2005-02-23T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T16:37:57.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's you</title><content type='html'>We smiled and that's how it all started,&lt;br /&gt;And you came right in time&lt;br /&gt;When I needed someone&lt;br /&gt;And we said hello,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my heart was beating fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;So it's you I've been waiting for so long,&lt;br /&gt;So it's you, where were you all along?&lt;br /&gt;Very special moments, these will always be with me,&lt;br /&gt;We are here, you and I, we belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We touched and we felt more beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;And two hands reachin' out&lt;br /&gt;Filled with so much longing;&lt;br /&gt;It felt good inside,&lt;br /&gt;There is no denying I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;So it's you I've been waiting for so long,&lt;br /&gt;So it's you, where were you all along?&lt;br /&gt;Very special moments, these will always be with me,&lt;br /&gt;We are here, you and I, we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's you I've been waiting for so long,&lt;br /&gt;So it's you, where were you all along?&lt;br /&gt;Very special moments, these will always be with me,&lt;br /&gt;e are here, you and I, we belong&lt;br /&gt;We are here, you and I, we belong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110914787750835107?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110914787750835107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>sa lahat ng bumibisita sa blog ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the page ay merong question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try niyo lang sagutin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exciting... challenging!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110688559199293374?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110688559199293374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110688559199293374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110688559199293374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110688559199293374'/><link 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na..'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110664428360712280</id><published>2005-01-25T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T17:11:23.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love moves in mysterious ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who'd have thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how the pieces fit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shouldn't even try making sense of it&lt;br /&gt;I forgot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How we ever came this far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe we had reasons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I don't know what they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So blame it on my heart, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's always so surprising&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When love appears over the horizon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll love you for the rest of my days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still, it's a mystery &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How you ever came to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which only proves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is just a chance we take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We make plans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then love demands a leap of faith&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And never let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause even though we think we know which way the river flows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's not the way love goes, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the ticking of the clocktwo hearts beat as one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'll never understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ways it's done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110664428360712280?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110664428360712280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110664428360712280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg. It had been a year since Susan, thirty-four, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis, she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a fiercely independent woman, Susan now felt condemned by this terrible twist of fate to become a powerless, helpless burden on everyone around her. “How could this have happened to me?” she would plead, her heart knotted with anger.  But no matter how much she cried or ranted or prayed, she knew the painful truth her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Susan's once optimistic spirit. Just getting through each day was an exercise in frustration and exhaustion. And all she had to cling to was her husband Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark was an Air Force officer, and he loved Susan with all of his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again. Mark's military background had trained him well to deal with sensitive situations, and yet he knew this was the most difficult battle he would ever face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Susan and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however, Mark realized that this arrangement wasn't working - it was hectic, and costly. Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But just the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe. She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Mark predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. “I'm blind!” she responded bitterly. “How am I supposed to know where I'm going? I feel like you're abandoning me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it. And that is exactly what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her and save her a seat. He made her laugh, even on those not-so-good days when she would trip exiting the bus, or drop her briefcase. Each morning, they made the journey together, and Mark would take a cab back to his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one, Mark knew it was only a matter of time before Susan would be able to ride the bus on her own. He believed in her, in the Susan he used to know before she'd lost her sight, who wasn't afraid of any challenge and who would never, ever quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, his love. She said goodbye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday...each day on her own went perfectly and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it! She was going to work all by herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying for her fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Boy, I sure envy you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? Curious, she asked the driver, 'Why do you say that you envy me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver responded, “It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are.” Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, and asked again, "“What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't physically see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was blessed, so blessed, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe - the gift of love that can bring light where there had been darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God watches over us in just the same way. We may not know He is present. We may not be able to see His face, but He is there nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110621167476036095?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110621167476036095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110621167476036095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110621167476036095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110621167476036095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/01/passenger.html' title='the passenger'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110621037283495350</id><published>2005-01-20T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:39:32.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang</title><content type='html'>1) Don't turn your back to love when it's already in front of you. Don't drive it away from you, because if you do, someday, you'll think again, why you let love flew when it was there next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) In Love, think things first over if you're sure about how you feel. Don't fall too hard not knowing where you will stand, 'coz it will hurt real bad if things don't go the way you want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) It's an irony to know that it takes hours for someone to have guts to say "hi" to the one she likes, days to admire ,weeks to miss the person, months to love, but just a blink of an eye to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Go for the person who loves you. It is not wrong to love someone who belongs to someone else, but it is much better to love someone who could also love you in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Love isn't something we hold, it is something we set free. It's not something we just do, but it's something we don't imagine to be. Lastly, it's not something we choose, it chooses us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The scariest thing about falling in love is getting hurt. The scariest thing about getting hurt is not being able to love again. The scariest thing about not loving again is being alone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) When you follow your heart, worry not where it will lead you, for your heart knows the way. And if you do get lost or reach a dead end, use your head to lead you back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) When you truly care for someone, you don't look for faults, you don't look for answers, you don't look for mistakes. Instead, you fight for the mistakes, you accept the faults, and you overlook excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) It's better to lose your pride to the one you love, than lose your loved one to your useless pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Love is .........&lt;br /&gt;not "it's your fault ",&lt;br /&gt;but " i'm sorry ",&lt;br /&gt;not " where are you ? ",&lt;br /&gt;but " i'm here ",&lt;br /&gt;not "how could you ?",&lt;br /&gt;but" i understand,&lt;br /&gt;not "i wish you were here ",&lt;br /&gt;but " i'm thankful you are ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) The beginning of love is to let those we love be just themselves, and not twist with our own image. Otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) If a relationship is truly meant for you, your love will find a way to make it happen, and God will be there to make sure it will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110621037283495350?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110621037283495350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110621037283495350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110621037283495350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110621037283495350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/01/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110594772178011512</id><published>2005-01-17T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T15:42:01.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love takes time</title><content type='html'>I had it all, but I let it slip away&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see I treated you wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now I wander around, feeling down and cold&lt;br /&gt;Trying to believe that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love takes time&lt;br /&gt;To heal when you're hurting so much&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see that I was blind&lt;br /&gt;To let you go&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape the pain inside&lt;br /&gt;'Coz love takes time&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be here&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be here alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing my mind from this hollow in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I'm so incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm needing you now&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how to stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;Tears are falling down endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love takes time&lt;br /&gt;To heal when you're hurting so much&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see that I was blind&lt;br /&gt;To let you goI can't escape the pain inside&lt;br /&gt;'Coz love takes time&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be here&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be here, alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say that it's over&lt;br /&gt;You might say that you don't care&lt;br /&gt;You might say you don't miss me&lt;br /&gt;You don't need me&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you do&lt;br /&gt;And I feel that you do inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love takes time&lt;br /&gt;To heal when you're hurting so much&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see that I, I was so blind&lt;br /&gt;To let you goI can't escape the pain inside&lt;br /&gt;'Coz love takes time&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna be there&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be there, alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110594772178011512?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110594772178011512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110594772178011512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110594772178011512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110594772178011512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/01/love-takes-time.html' title='love takes time'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110594693593334444</id><published>2005-01-17T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T15:28:55.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the love begin</title><content type='html'>Look at us&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it funny&lt;br /&gt;Is it just beginner's luck&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, with just a touch&lt;br /&gt;Two different people&lt;br /&gt;From such different worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;Has touched each other's hearts&lt;br /&gt;Like candles in the dark&lt;br /&gt;So if it's time for us&lt;br /&gt;We've gotta take it&lt;br /&gt;Take the chance&lt;br /&gt;The chance to make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Let the love begin&lt;br /&gt;Let the light come shining in&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where the road will lead us now&lt;br /&gt;Look at what we've found&lt;br /&gt;Make this moment turn our hearts around&lt;br /&gt;It may never come again&lt;br /&gt;Let it endLet the love begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are&lt;br /&gt;So close together&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the fire start between us&lt;br /&gt;we've come this far&lt;br /&gt;Too far to stop it now&lt;br /&gt;If this is meant to be&lt;br /&gt;A chance for you and me&lt;br /&gt;We found our destiny&lt;br /&gt;Now we're lookin' at a new forever&lt;br /&gt;Make this dream come true together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Let the love begin&lt;br /&gt;Let the light come shining in&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where the road will lead us now&lt;br /&gt;Look at what we've found&lt;br /&gt;Make this moment turn our hearts around&lt;br /&gt;It may never come again&lt;br /&gt;Let it end&lt;br /&gt;Let the love begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are&lt;br /&gt;So close together&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the fire start between us&lt;br /&gt;we've come this far&lt;br /&gt;Too far to stop it now&lt;br /&gt;If this is meant to be (it's meant to be)&lt;br /&gt;A chance for you and me (for you and me)&lt;br /&gt;We found our destiny&lt;br /&gt;Now we're lookin' at a new forever&lt;br /&gt;Make this dream come true together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Let the love begin&lt;br /&gt;Let the light come shining in&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where the road will lead us now&lt;br /&gt;Look at what we've found&lt;br /&gt;Make this moment turn our hearts around&lt;br /&gt;It may never come again (never come again)&lt;br /&gt;Let it end&lt;br /&gt;Let the love begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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begin'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9547653.post-110594585290348859</id><published>2005-01-17T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T15:10:52.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how can i fall?</title><content type='html'>Give me time to care&lt;br /&gt;The moments here for us to share&lt;br /&gt;Still my heart is not always there&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I lie to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too weak to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I should make a move&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I fall, how can I fall&lt;br /&gt;When you just won't give me reasons&lt;br /&gt;When you just won't give me reasons at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all faith is gone&lt;br /&gt;I fight myself to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know of the harm I do&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I hold this line&lt;br /&gt;I know the choice to leave is mine&lt;br /&gt;I can't help what I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I fall, how can I fall&lt;br /&gt;When you just won't give me reasons&lt;br /&gt;When you just won't give me reasons at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow through, I'll see I do&lt;br /&gt;When the time is more right for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll make that move, and when I do&lt;br /&gt;Will I doubt again, the way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110594585290348859?l=hestrengthensme.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-9547653.post-110560890267776941</id><published>2005-01-13T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T17:35:02.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think so...</title><content type='html'>I wanna tell you baby&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that Im thinking of&lt;br /&gt;But your heart is still with her&lt;br /&gt;And I think she's the one that you love&lt;br /&gt;I only want you happy&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's not with me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;You'll open up your eyes and you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I think Im falling&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think Im falling&lt;br /&gt;Baby Im falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first time&lt;br /&gt;You laid your lips on mine&lt;br /&gt;It feels like the smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;Will last till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;But Im not so sure&lt;br /&gt;That you're the one that I should pursue&lt;br /&gt;My mind tells me no&lt;br /&gt;But my heart only says that it's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;The mystery has yet to unfold&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna feel love's warmth&lt;br /&gt;And the other left in the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet still I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im falling for you yeah&lt;br /&gt;I think Im falling&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;That I think Im falling&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm falling for you yeah&lt;br /&gt;I think Im falling&lt;br /&gt;Baby Im falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110560890267776941?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110560890267776941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>stop and think</title><content type='html'>Here we go again&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love again&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love all over&lt;br /&gt;We thought we've seen the end&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was over then&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling's back&lt;br /&gt;And we're was starting over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging conversations&lt;br /&gt;Silly accusations&lt;br /&gt;We never made it through&lt;br /&gt;Cause me and you&lt;br /&gt;We never had a chance&lt;br /&gt;And now we're taking another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, think, wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Is it love that we really feel?&lt;br /&gt;We've been hurting bad&lt;br /&gt;We've been hurt before&lt;br /&gt;Don't you fall until we know for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, think, wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Is it love that we really feel?&lt;br /&gt;We've been there before&lt;br /&gt;We've been through that door&lt;br /&gt;Don't you fall until we know for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again&lt;br /&gt;Taking a chance again&lt;br /&gt;Finding ourselves together&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love again&lt;br /&gt;And losing it all again&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world go by&lt;br /&gt;As we're starting over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging conversations&lt;br /&gt;Silly accusations&lt;br /&gt;We never made it through&lt;br /&gt;Cause me and you&lt;br /&gt;We never had a chance&lt;br /&gt;And now we're taking another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, think, wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Is it love that we really feel?&lt;br /&gt;We've been hurting bad&lt;br /&gt;We've been hurt before&lt;br /&gt;Don't you fall until we know for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, think, wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Is it love that we really feel?&lt;br /&gt;We've been there before&lt;br /&gt;We've been through that door&lt;br /&gt;Don't you fall until we know for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the fool together&lt;br /&gt;Playing the game too long&lt;br /&gt;Thought we were wising up&lt;br /&gt;But we're starting over&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if we're wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, think, wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Is it love that we really feel?&lt;br /&gt;We've been hurting bad&lt;br /&gt;We've been hurt before&lt;br /&gt;Don't you fall until we know for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, think, wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Is it love that we really feel?&lt;br /&gt;We've been there before&lt;br /&gt;We've been through that door&lt;br /&gt;Don't you fall until we know for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110560837696217357?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110560837696217357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110560837696217357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110560837696217357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110560837696217357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/01/stop-and-think.html' title='stop and think'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110560803810017252</id><published>2005-01-13T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T17:20:38.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sa kanya</title><content type='html'>Namulat ako at ngayo'y nag-iisa&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng ulan&lt;br /&gt; Bagama't nakalipas na ang mga sandali&lt;br /&gt;Ay nagmumuni kung ako'y nagwagi&lt;br /&gt;Pinipilit mang sabihin na ito'y wala sa akin&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit bakit hanggang ngayon, nagdurugo pa rin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kanya pa rin babalik sigaw ng damdamin&lt;br /&gt;Sa kanya pa rin sasaya bulong ng puso ko&lt;br /&gt;Kung buhay pa ang alaala ng ating nakaraan&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagmamahal at panahon alay pa rin sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sa hatinggabi ay nag-iisa na lang&lt;br /&gt;Ay minamasdan ang larawan mo&lt;br /&gt;At ngayo'y bumalik nang siya'y kapiling pa&lt;br /&gt;Alaala ng buong magdamag&lt;br /&gt;Kung sakali man isipin na ito'y wala sa akin&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y dinggin ang tinig kong nag-iisa pa rin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-9547653.post-110560788395803261</id><published>2005-01-13T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T17:18:03.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how cud you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe what i just heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could it be true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you the girl I thought I knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one who promised me her love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where did it go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does anybody ever know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you heal a broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That feels like it will never beat this much again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh no, I just can't let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you heal a broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That feels like it will never love this much again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh no, Tonight I'll hold what could be right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow I'll pretend to let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And were you ever what you seemed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or was I a fool who fell in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With his own dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now you say you want to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Start a new life today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those words I thought you'd never say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I'll hold what could be right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow I'll pretend to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wake and put it all behind me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And find that I have finally found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new lifeIn my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And find that I know how to let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I'll hold what could be right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow i'll pretend to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wake and put it all behind me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And find that I know how to let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110560788395803261?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110560788395803261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>I used to feel the emptiness inside me&lt;br /&gt;I was not supposed to feel that way&lt;br /&gt;I had everything I needed&lt;br /&gt;But nothing ever made me&lt;br /&gt;What I longed to be&lt;br /&gt;The wealth, the name&lt;br /&gt;The lights, the fame&lt;br /&gt;Were everything to me&lt;br /&gt;And then one night&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;I heard His name (Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;And so I took that step of faith&lt;br /&gt;And walked into His domain&lt;br /&gt;I believe that's what He wants&lt;br /&gt;Every heart to do&lt;br /&gt;When hard may seem the task&lt;br /&gt;One step is all He asks of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go to know the truth&lt;br /&gt;Is not so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;It's the heart that's got the will&lt;br /&gt;To open up for Him to fill&lt;br /&gt;And trusting and believing Him&lt;br /&gt;Is all we've got to do&lt;br /&gt;It's just the heart that's got to move&lt;br /&gt;For Him to show His love that's been there&lt;br /&gt;Even when we never cared&lt;br /&gt;Take hold of His hand&lt;br /&gt;Let go and you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why be afraid&lt;br /&gt;For God knows what you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;But even He can't do a thing&lt;br /&gt;If He sees the heart's not willing&lt;br /&gt;And so we ask what's going on&lt;br /&gt;We want what's right and still do wrong&lt;br /&gt;When hard may seem the task&lt;br /&gt;One step is all He asks of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess by now you'd realize&lt;br /&gt;You can't be on your own&lt;br /&gt;And all your cares&lt;br /&gt;And all your burdens&lt;br /&gt;Should be cast upon His throne&lt;br /&gt;Letting go, just let go, letting go&lt;br /&gt;Let go and you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;Just let go and you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110560694369879242?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-9547653.post-110551577842244694</id><published>2005-01-12T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T16:54:54.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here i am to worship</title><content type='html'>Light of the world,&lt;br /&gt;You stepped down into darkness&lt;br /&gt;Opened my eyes, let me see&lt;br /&gt;Beauty that made this heart adore You&lt;br /&gt;Hope of my life spent with You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am to worship&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to bow down&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to say that You're my God&lt;br /&gt;You're altogether lovely&lt;br /&gt;Altogether worthy&lt;br /&gt;Altogether wonderful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of all days&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so highly exalted&lt;br /&gt;Glorious in heaven above&lt;br /&gt;Humbly You came to the earth&lt;br /&gt;You created&lt;br /&gt;All for love's sake became poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know how much it cost&lt;br /&gt;To see my sin upon that cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110551577842244694?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110551577842244694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110551577842244694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110551577842244694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110551577842244694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/01/here-i-am-to-worship.html' title='here i am to worship'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110551440852645165</id><published>2005-01-12T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T15:20:08.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one desire</title><content type='html'>You gave it all for me&lt;br /&gt;My soul desire, my everything&lt;br /&gt;And all I am is devoted to You&lt;br /&gt;How could I fail to see&lt;br /&gt;You are the love that rescued me&lt;br /&gt;And all I am is devoted to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, how could I not be moved&lt;br /&gt;Lord here with You&lt;br /&gt;So have Your way in me&lt;br /&gt;Cause Lord, there is just one thing&lt;br /&gt;That I will seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cry&lt;br /&gt;My one desire&lt;br /&gt;Is to be where You are, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever&lt;br /&gt;Its more than a song&lt;br /&gt;My one desire&lt;br /&gt;Is to be with You&lt;br /&gt;Is to be with You, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110551440852645165?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110551440852645165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110551440852645165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110551440852645165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110551440852645165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-desire.html' title='one desire'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110543608187056697</id><published>2005-01-11T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T17:34:41.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ewan..</title><content type='html'>nalilito nako... halo halo na lahat... ewan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110543608187056697?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-9547653.post-110543567812921451</id><published>2005-01-11T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T17:27:58.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly kisses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's two things I know for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was sent here from Heaven &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she's daddys little girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I drop to my knees by her bed at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I thank God for all of the joy in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh but most of all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For butterlfy kisses after bedtime prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stickin little white flowers all up in her hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walk beside the pony dady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's my first rideI know the cake looks funny daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i sure tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh with all that I've done wrong I must have done something right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TO deseve a hug every mornin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And butterfly kisses at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet 16 today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's lookin like her mama &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little more every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One part woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other part girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To perfume and mke up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From ribbons and curls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying her wongs out in a great big world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Butterlfy kisses after bedtime prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stickin little white flowers all up in her hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know how much I love you dady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if you don't mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm only gonna kiss you on the check this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh with all that I've done wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must have done something right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To deserve her love every mornin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And butterfly kisses at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the precious time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the wind the years go by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Precious Butterfly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spread your wings and fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She'll change her name today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She'll make a promise and I'll give her away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Standing in the bride room just starin at her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She asked me what I'm thinkin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I said I'm not sureI just feel like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm loosin my baby girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she leaned over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stickin little white flowers all up in her hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walk me down the isle daddy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just about time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does my wedding gown look pretty daddy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy don't cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh with all that I've done wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must have done something right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To deserve her love every mornin and butterfly kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't ask GOd for more than this is what love is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I've got to let her go but I'll always remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every hug in the mornin and butterly kisses &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110543567812921451?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110543567812921451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>faith...</title><content type='html'>An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, the Almighty.He asks one of his new Christian students to stand and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: You are a Christian, aren't you, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm? (Student is silent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: From...God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So who created evil? (Student does not answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So, who created them? (Student has no answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No sir. There isn't. (The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.) Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it. (There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir? (The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and can not even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher? (The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain? (The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it?.....No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir? (The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: That is it sir... The link between man &amp; god is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110543355642834886?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110543355642834886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110543355642834886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110543355642834886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110543355642834886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/01/faith.html' title='faith...'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110508318700232512</id><published>2005-01-07T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T15:33:07.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kahit na...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pagmasdan mo ang langit na dati ay kay tahimik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ngayon ang ulan ay bumubuhos nanaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;at ang bawat patak ay kay sakit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;paano hahawiin ang mga ulap sa hangin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kelan darating ang araw na magkikitang muli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kahit na anong gawin, kahit saan ako tumingin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;laging  sa iyo bumabalik ang sigaw ng pag-ibig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kahit ano pang pilit na dayain ang damdamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kailangang tanggapin na kailanman ika'y hindi na sa 'kin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ngayon ako'y naiwan, basang basa sa ulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;patuloy na lumalakad, di alam ang pupuntahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pilit iniiwasan ang mga patak ng ulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pilit tinatakasan mga bakas ng nakaraan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110508318700232512?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110508318700232512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110508318700232512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110508318700232512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110508318700232512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/01/kahit-na.html' title='kahit na...'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110508236234239117</id><published>2005-01-07T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T15:19:22.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You alone</title><content type='html'>You are the peace that guards my heart&lt;br /&gt;My help in time of need&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope that leads me on&lt;br /&gt;And brings me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;For there I find You waiting&lt;br /&gt;For there I find release&lt;br /&gt;So with all my heart I worship&lt;br /&gt;And unto Him I sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For You alone deserve all glory&lt;br /&gt;For You alone deserve all praise&lt;br /&gt;Father we worship and adore you&lt;br /&gt;Father we long to see your face&lt;br /&gt;For You alone deserve all glory&lt;br /&gt;For You alone deserve all praise&lt;br /&gt;Father we love you&lt;br /&gt;And we worship you this day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110508236234239117?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110508236234239117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110508236234239117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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out&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I live a bit less; one night leads to another&lt;br /&gt;Even if I went back they would recognize me or criticize me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you that lies when you stare in my face&lt;br /&gt;Telling me that I’m just a trace of the person I once was&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just can't tell if you're telling the truth or a lie&lt;br /&gt;On you I just can't rely. after all you're just a piece of glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still this nightmare's all mine, when I call him he answers&lt;br /&gt;I can tell him when to come, when to stay&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm weaker than he is, is he just letting me win&lt;br /&gt;He can tell me when to come, when to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you that lies when you stare in my face&lt;br /&gt;Telling me that I’m just a trace of the person I once was&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just can't tell if you're telling the truth or a lie&lt;br /&gt;On you I just can't rely. after all you're just a piece of glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t talk, listen&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tighter&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me just for a while&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun shines stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you that cries when you stare in my face&lt;br /&gt;Telling me that I’m just a trace of the person I once was&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're not the same, you're just a picture of me&lt;br /&gt;You’re gone as soon as I leave; you've lived my life for me&lt;br /&gt;And you're no more than a piece of glass&lt;br /&gt;You're no more than just a piece of glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110508214504384326?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110508214504384326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110508214504384326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110508214504384326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110508214504384326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/01/piece-of-glass.html' title='piece of glass'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110508045362508773</id><published>2005-01-07T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T14:47:33.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year... new beginnings...</title><content type='html'>haaay... panibagong taon nanaman ang haharapin... tatlong daan at animnapung araw ang tatrabahuin... kaya ko to!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110508045362508773?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110508045362508773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110508045362508773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110508045362508773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110508045362508773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-new-beginnings.html' title='new year... new beginnings...'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110508028384182722</id><published>2005-01-07T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T14:44:43.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shifting sand</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I believe all the lies&lt;br /&gt;So I can do the things I should despise&lt;br /&gt;And every day I am swayed&lt;br /&gt;By whatever is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I hear it all depends on my faith&lt;br /&gt;So I'm feeling precarious&lt;br /&gt;The only problem I have with these mysteries&lt;br /&gt;Is they're so mysterious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like a consumer I've been thinking&lt;br /&gt;If I could just get a bit more&lt;br /&gt;More than my 15 minutes of faith,&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd be secure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faith is like shifting sand&lt;br /&gt;Changed by every wave&lt;br /&gt;My faith is like shifting sand&lt;br /&gt;So I stand on grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've begged you for some proof&lt;br /&gt;For my Thomas eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;A slithering staff, a leprous hand&lt;br /&gt;And lions resting lazily&lt;br /&gt;A glimpse of your backside glory&lt;br /&gt;And this soaked altar going ablaze&lt;br /&gt;But you know I've seen so much&lt;br /&gt;I explained it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waters rose as my doubts reigned&lt;br /&gt;My sandcastle faith, it slipped away&lt;br /&gt;Found myself standing on your grace&lt;br /&gt;It'd been there all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand on grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110508028384182722?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110508028384182722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110508028384182722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110508028384182722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110508028384182722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2005/01/shifting-sand.html' title='shifting sand'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110440980476148380</id><published>2004-12-30T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T20:30:04.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang pagbabalik</title><content type='html'>sa wakas, nakabalik nako! ang saya ng bakasyon. iba talaga pag buo ang pamilya. haayyy... pag buo ang pamilya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110440980476148380?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110440980476148380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110440980476148380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110440980476148380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110440980476148380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2004/12/ang-pagbabalik.html' title='ang pagbabalik'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110440972099874938</id><published>2004-12-30T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T20:28:41.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>Do you remember me &lt;br /&gt;I sat upon your knee&lt;br /&gt;I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;With childhood fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm all grown up now&lt;br /&gt;Can you still help somehow&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a child&lt;br /&gt;But my heart still can dream&lt;br /&gt;So here's my lifelong wish&lt;br /&gt;My grown-up Christmas list&lt;br /&gt;Not for myself&lt;br /&gt;But for a world in need&lt;br /&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;br /&gt;That wars would never start&lt;br /&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;br /&gt;Every man would have a friend&lt;br /&gt;That right would always win&lt;br /&gt;And love would never end&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown-up&lt;br /&gt;Christmas list&lt;br /&gt;What is this illusion called&lt;br /&gt;The innocence of youth&lt;br /&gt;Maybe only in their blind belief&lt;br /&gt;Can we ever find the truth&lt;br /&gt;There'd be no more lives torn apart&lt;br /&gt;And wars would never start&lt;br /&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;br /&gt;Every man would have a friend&lt;br /&gt;And right would always win&lt;br /&gt;And love would never end&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown-up Christmas list&lt;br /&gt;This is my only lifelong wish&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown-up Christmas list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110440972099874938?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110440972099874938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110440972099874938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110440972099874938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110440972099874938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110318758054563886</id><published>2004-12-16T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T16:59:40.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bakasyon na!</title><content type='html'>yahhhhooooooo! haay, natapos din ang prelims namin. ngayon ay magreredi nako papuntang Boracay! yeah boy! ka ya lang may pasok na kaagad sa January 3, 2005 =( pero ok pa din kasi nakapagpahinga kahit konti=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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na!'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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-9547653.post-110266337173152968</id><published>2004-12-10T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T15:22:51.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time</title><content type='html'>haha! got my new blog. hope this will work. Godbless me=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9547653-110266337173152968?l=hestrengthensme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/feeds/110266337173152968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9547653&amp;postID=110266337173152968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110266337173152968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9547653/posts/default/110266337173152968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hestrengthensme.blogspot.com/2004/12/first-time.html' title='first time'/><author><name>john</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951998966677592111</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>
