<?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-523680002174402093</id><updated>2011-06-04T14:58:50.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥The Best of Me</title><subtitle type='html'>♥you can have the best of me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inluvagal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523680002174402093/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inluvagal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zs1n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697947082799938036</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523680002174402093.post-4449588126557169275</id><published>2007-10-08T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T18:58:11.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm really depressed right now. If ever you are reading this post, I kindly ask for you to pray for me. I feel so desperate.  My world, it's falling apart,  I'm losing my grip, and I think I can't go on. A thought like this somehow crossed my mind last night, and this was what actually I've said to my mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"If I were not a Christian. I probably have committed suicide. I could've been already one of those so-called EMO's. Knowing the fact that I am already losing self esteem, I guess, if I were not a Christian, I could have already died."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I cried myself to sleep last night. I just don't wanna mention every specific detail about what's going on in my life right now, but to elaborate it, my world, is completely a disaster right now. Everything is a mess. My only hope is Jesus. My only hope is my faith. I know people might see me with a huge grin on my face when I'm outside, but when I'm alone and I'm with my God, I easily breakdown and cry and whisper those heartbreaking words to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't know, and forgive me, but right now, I really need time for myself. I've been busy, I've been thinking about my stories, I've been thinking about things to update and stuffs to put in order to set up a great plot for my stories. And I have thought about giving up my writing skill, I've thought about following God's will. I don't really know, nor sure about it, but I trust my human instinct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I guess writing have really set me apart from God, it have actually set off a big, huge, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; an unbreakable wall between me and my relationship with God. I've put almost all my effort in this writing thing, and I've given my time to it, but less to God and to my studies although I actually go to church and attend practices and fellowships every time. I just feel the fire when I am there, but when I'm already home, I just turn on my laptop and do some updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't know why, but I've been focusing so much on writing these times. I've been dreaming to become a famous author someday, which I do not know, if it could somehow come true or not. I don't know if it's God's will, but if I really need to give it up, I guess, somehow I could think it over, and just let go of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523680002174402093-4449588126557169275?l=inluvagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inluvagal.blogspot.com/feeds/4449588126557169275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523680002174402093&amp;postID=4449588126557169275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523680002174402093/posts/default/4449588126557169275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523680002174402093/posts/default/4449588126557169275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inluvagal.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='. . . .'/><author><name>zs1n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697947082799938036</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-523680002174402093.post-7086707186528535015</id><published>2007-09-29T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T13:50:51.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Credits: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.candymag.com/teentalk/index.php/topic,161543.0.html"&gt;Teentalk Food for the Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me explain the problem science has with religion." The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You're a Christian, aren't you, son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes sir," the student says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So you believe in God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Absolutely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Is God good?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sure! God's good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Are you good or evil?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Bible says I'm evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The professor grins knowingly. "Aha! The Bible!" He considers for a moment. "Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes sir, I would."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So you're good...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I wouldn't say that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The student does not answer, so the professor continues. "He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The student remains silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No, you can't, can you?" the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Er...yes," the student says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Is Satan good?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The student doesn't hesitate on this one. "No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Then where does Satan come from?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The student falters. "From God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes, sir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So who created evil?" The professor continued, "If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Again, the student has no answer. "Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So who created them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. "Who created them?" There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. "Tell me," he continues onto another student. "Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor, I do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The old man stops pacing. "Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No sir. I've never seen Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No, sir, I have not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yet you still believe in him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nothing," the student replies. "I only have my faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes, faith," the professor repeats. "And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. "Professor, is there such thing as heat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And is there such a thing as cold?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes, son, there's cold too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No sir, there isn't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes," the professor replies without hesitation. "What is night if it isn't darkness?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it 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 it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. "So what point are you making, young man?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. "Flawed? Can you explain how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You are working on the premise of duality," the student explains. "You argue that there is life and then there's 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."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The student looks around the room. "Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?" The class breaks out into laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? 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, with all due respect, sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. "I guess you'll have to take them on faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life," the student continues. "Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responds, "Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The professor sat down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This one has really inspired me alot. God bless you guys always!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523680002174402093-7086707186528535015?l=inluvagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inluvagal.blogspot.com/feeds/7086707186528535015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523680002174402093&amp;postID=7086707186528535015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523680002174402093/posts/default/7086707186528535015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523680002174402093/posts/default/7086707186528535015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inluvagal.blogspot.com/2007/09/credits-teentalk-food-for-soul-let-me.html' title=''/><author><name>zs1n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697947082799938036</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-523680002174402093.post-3478669162626923428</id><published>2007-09-22T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:08:12.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't mock Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I've been wandering around Lunatic Forum, and I saw this posted by kuya glen. Thank God I found this once and for all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;credits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://lunaticforum.com/index.php?topic=1117.0"&gt;Lunatic Forum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;KNOW THESE FACTS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;I SURE DIDN'T TILL NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is certain but the Bible speaks about untimely death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a personal reflection about this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting, read until the end.....&lt;br /&gt;It is written in the Bible (Galatians 6:7):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be not deceived; God is not mocked:&lt;br /&gt;for whatsoever a man soweth,&lt;br /&gt;that shall he also reap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Here are some men and women&lt;br /&gt;who mocked God : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;John Lennon (Singer): &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Some years before, during his interview with an American Magazine, he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christianity will end, it will disappear.&lt;br /&gt;I do not have to argue about&lt;br /&gt;that. I am certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was ok, but his subjects were too simple, Today we are more famous than Him" (1966).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lennon, after saying that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ, was shot six times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tancredo Neves (President of Brazil ): &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Presidential campaign, he said if he got 500,000 votes from his party, not even God would remove him from Presidency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure he got the votes, but he got sick a day before being made President, then he died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cazuza (Bi-sexual Brazilian composer, singer and poet):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;During A show in Canecio ( Rio de Janeiro ),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while smoking his cigarette, he puffed out some smoke into the air and said: "God, that's for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died at the age of 32 of AIDS in a horrible manner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The man who built the Titanic &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;After the construction of Titanic, a reporter asked him how safe the Titanic would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an ironic tone he said:&lt;br /&gt;"Not even God can sink it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result: I think you all know what happened to the Titanic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe (Actress) &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;She was visited by Billy Graham during a presentation of a show.&lt;br /&gt;He said the Spirit of God had sent him to preach to her.&lt;br /&gt;After hearing what the Preacher had to say, she said:&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need your Jesus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, she was found dead in her apartment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bon Scott (Singer)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;The ex-vocalist of the AC/DC. On one of his 1979 songs he sang:&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stop me, I'm going down all the way, down the highway to hell".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 19th of February 1980, Bon Scott was found dead, he had been choked by his own vomit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Campinas (IN 2005) &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Campinas, Brazil a group of friends, drunk, went to pick up a friend.....&lt;br /&gt;The mother accompanied her to the car and was so worried about the drunkenness of her friends and she said to the daughter holding her hand, who was already seated in the car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Daughter, Go With God And May He Protect You.."&lt;br /&gt;She responded: "Only If He (God) Travels In The Trunk, Cause Inside Here.....It's Already Full "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later, news came by that they had been involved in a fatal accident, everyone had died,&lt;br /&gt;the car could not be recognized what type of car it had been, but surprisingly, the trunk was intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police said there was no way the trunk could have remained intact. To their surprise, inside the trunk was a crate of eggs, none was broken .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christine Hewitt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;(Jamaican Journalist and entertainer) said the Bible (Word of God) was the worst book ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June 2006 she was found burnt beyond recognition in her motor vehicle . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more important people have forgotten that there is no other name that was given so much authority as the name of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have died, but only Jesus died and rose again, and he is still alive . &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523680002174402093-3478669162626923428?l=inluvagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inluvagal.blogspot.com/feeds/3478669162626923428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523680002174402093&amp;postID=3478669162626923428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523680002174402093/posts/default/3478669162626923428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523680002174402093/posts/default/3478669162626923428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inluvagal.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-mock-jesus.html' title='Don&apos;t mock Jesus'/><author><name>zs1n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697947082799938036</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-523680002174402093.post-3471090733297840083</id><published>2007-09-22T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T19:28:46.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cried on this one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I cried on this one. Really really sad parent poem. Thumbs up to the author! And thanks to the one who posted this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com/teentalk/index.php/topic,146665.0/topicseen.html"&gt;Teentalk Homebound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sulat ng mga magulang sa anak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ako at pagpasensyahan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kapag dala ng kalabuan ng mata ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nakabasag ako ng pinggan o nakatapon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ng sabaw sa hapag kainan, huwag mo sana akong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kagagalitan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maramdamin ang isang matanda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nagse-self-pity ako sa tuwing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sisigawan mo ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;at hindi ko maintindihan ang sinasabi mo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;binge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;paki-ulit nalang ang sinabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mo o pakisulat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nalang. Pasensya ka na, anak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matanda na talaga ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kapag mahina na tuhod ko,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pagtiyagaan mo sana akong tulungang tumayo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;noong nag-aaral ka pa lamang lumakad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man ay nagiging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;makulit at paulit ulit na parang sirang plaka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basta pakinggan mo nalang ako. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huwag mo sana akong pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang pakinggan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natatandaan mo anak noong bata ka pa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kapag gusto mo ng lobo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;paulit-ulit mo 'yong sasabihin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;maghapon kang mangungulit hangga't hindi mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nakukuha ang gusto mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinagtiyagaan ko ang kakulitan mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;aking amoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amoy matanda, amoy lupa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huwag mo sana akong piliting maligo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mahina na ang katawan ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madaling magkasakit kapag nalamigan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;huwag mo sana akong pandirihan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natatandaan mo noong bata ka pa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pinagtiyagaan kitang habulin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw mong maligo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung madalas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ako'y masungit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dala na marahil ito ng katandaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pagtanda mo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;maiintindihan mo rin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kapag may konti kang panahon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;magkwentohan naman tayo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; kahit sandali lang. inip na ako sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bahay, maghapong nag-iisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walang kausap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alam kong busy ka sa trabaho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;subalit nais kong malaman mo na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sabik na sabik na akong makakwentohan ka, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kahit alam kong hindi ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;interesado sa mga kwento ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natatandaan mo anak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;noong bata ka pa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinagtiyagaan kong pakinggan at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;intindihin ang pautal-utal mong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kwento tungkol sa iyong teddy bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;At kapag dumating ang sandali na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ako'y magkakasakit at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;maratay sa banig ng karamdaman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;huwag mo sana akong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pagsawaan alagaan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo na sana kung ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;man ay maihi o madumi sa higaan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pagtiyagaan mo sana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ng aking buhay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pagpanaw, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hawakan mo sana ang aking kamay at bigyan mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ako ng lakas ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;loob na harapin ang kamatayan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaharap ko na ang Diyos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;na lumikha, ibubulong ko sa kanya na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pagapalain ka sana ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dahil naging mapagmahal ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa iyong ama't ina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Written by Ariel F. Robles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Baliuag, Bulacan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523680002174402093-3471090733297840083?l=inluvagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inluvagal.blogspot.com/feeds/3471090733297840083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523680002174402093&amp;postID=3471090733297840083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523680002174402093/posts/default/3471090733297840083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523680002174402093/posts/default/3471090733297840083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inluvagal.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-cried-on-this-one.html' title='I cried on this one.'/><author><name>zs1n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697947082799938036</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-523680002174402093.post-9216967470365184119</id><published>2007-09-22T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:07:51.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Silent Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h2 style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Love transcends everything, including the one gift we take so often for granted,    speech. A touching story with a tear-jerking ending which shows true love    is patient and will be a shining light in moments of despair.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;credits: &lt;a href="http://www.yourlifehappiness.com/love_lovestory1.html"&gt;Sad Love Stories.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background &amp;amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that &amp;amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp;amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The girl agreed, &amp;amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp;amp; phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. &amp;amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp;amp; millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp;amp; be happy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;With a new environment, the girl learn sign language &amp;amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp;amp; told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A year has passed &amp;amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523680002174402093-9216967470365184119?l=inluvagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inluvagal.blogspot.com/feeds/9216967470365184119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523680002174402093&amp;postID=9216967470365184119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523680002174402093/posts/default/9216967470365184119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523680002174402093/posts/default/9216967470365184119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inluvagal.blogspot.com/2007/09/silent-love-love-transcends-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>zs1n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697947082799938036</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-523680002174402093.post-8480141890046209688</id><published>2007-09-16T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T14:49:59.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>44 things a girl would die for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;actually, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;laughed hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; on this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. it's really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;kind of true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Here it is, btw, I found this in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LADIES&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span&gt;this will make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;tear up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;GUYS&lt;/span&gt; : read it. &lt;span&gt;all of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1-touch her &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;WAIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;TALK&lt;/span&gt; to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3-share &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SECRETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4-give&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; HER&lt;/span&gt; your &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5-kiss her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;SLOWLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;ARE YOU REMEMBERING THIS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;HUG&lt;/span&gt; her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7-&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;HOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LAUGH&lt;/span&gt; with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9-invite &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10-let her be &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;WITH&lt;/span&gt; you when you're with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;KEEP READING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12-take &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PICTURES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13-pull her onto your &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;LAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14-when she says she loves you more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;DENY IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fight back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15-when her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;FRIENDS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;say i love her more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;than you, deny it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fight back and hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her tight&lt;/span&gt; so she can't get to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;friends. it makes her feel loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;ARE YOU THINKING OF SOMEONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16-always hug her and&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; SAY "i love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when you see her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17-kiss her&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt; UNEXPECTEDLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;HUG HER FROM BEHIND AROUND THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;WAIST!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19-tell her shes &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;BEAUTIFUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20-&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;TELL&lt;/span&gt; her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the way you feel about her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;OH AND ONE LAST THING YOU NEED TO SHOW&lt;br /&gt;HER YOU MEAN IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21-Open doors for her, walk her to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;car- it makes her feel protected, plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it never hurts to act like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;GENTLEMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22-Tell her she means everything to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;MEAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23-if it seems like there is something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wrong, ask her- if she denies something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;being wrong, it means she doesn't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to talk about it- so just &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;HUG&lt;/span&gt; her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24-make her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;FEEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25-kiss her in front of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OTHER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;girls you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;know!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;WE MIGHT DENY IT BUT WE ACTUALLY LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;AND KINDA WANT YOU TO TICKLE US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26-don't lie to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;27-&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cheat on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;28-take her &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ANYWHERE&lt;/span&gt; she wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;29-txt messege or call her in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;morning and tell her have a good day at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;work or school, and how much you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MISS &lt;/span&gt;her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30-be there for her when ever she needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you, &amp;amp; even when she doesn't need you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just be there so she'll know that she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/span&gt;count on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;ARE YOU STILL READING THIS? YOU BETTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;BE, IT'S IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;31. Hold her close when she's cold so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she can hold &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;32. When you are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hold her close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and kiss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;33. Kiss her on the&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; (it will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;her the hint that you want to kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;her).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;34. While in the movies, put your arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;around her and then she will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;automatically put her head on your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shoulder, then lean in and tilt her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;up and kiss her &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;LIGHTLY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;35. Dont &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tell her to leave even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jokingly or act like you're mad. If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;upset, comfort her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;REMEMBER ALL THESE THINGS WHEN YOU ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;WITH HER &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEXT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;36. When people&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; her, stand up for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;37. Look deep into her&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; EYES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;38. Lay down under the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;STARS &lt;/span&gt;and put&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;head on your chest so she can listen to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the steady beat of your heart, Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fingers together while you whisper to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;her as she rests her eyes and listens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;39. When walking next to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;grab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;HAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;40. When you hug her HOLD her in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;arms as long as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS SHES LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;41. Call or text her at night to wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;her SWEET DREAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;42. COMFORT her when she cries and wipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;away her tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;43. Take her for LONG walks at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;44. ALWAYS Remind her how much you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you'll never know when she needs just a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;lil more love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/523680002174402093-8480141890046209688?l=inluvagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inluvagal.blogspot.com/feeds/8480141890046209688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=523680002174402093&amp;postID=8480141890046209688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523680002174402093/posts/default/8480141890046209688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/523680002174402093/posts/default/8480141890046209688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inluvagal.blogspot.com/2007/09/44-things-girl-would-die-for.html' title='44 things a girl would die for'/><author><name>zs1n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697947082799938036</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>
