<?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-5459862569116126249</id><updated>2011-10-06T10:10:25.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A remarkable rhythm</title><subtitle type='html'>behind every smiling face, there is an insignificant story.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788338183685050373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhFQyt11t8Q/TcOzdLTsVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qz74kHwy75c/s220/befunky_artwork_VintageColors_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459862569116126249.post-7046386336158372037</id><published>2011-05-06T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T10:40:16.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart of gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b_1SFhAagIU/TcQdfri7PbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Gv0p7ExJHuE/s1600/gratitude.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b_1SFhAagIU/TcQdfri7PbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Gv0p7ExJHuE/s320/gratitude.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why don't you take a step back and look at your life now? Are you in a place full of&amp;nbsp;complaints? Are you in a place full of sorrow and bitterness?..? I don't know; perhaps you are, perhaps you are not, perhaps you are but you don't realize. But today i urge you, just read this through and see whether you find it help you to see beyond your situation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zxn8Mj7Mntw/TcQv0mqXBrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5tD7MHSfWbY/s1600/gratitude-4521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zxn8Mj7Mntw/TcQv0mqXBrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5tD7MHSfWbY/s320/gratitude-4521.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Just a question so that you can ponder on it. Have you ever wonder why people who went through tough times still can be very joyful..? Well, honestly? I did. Back than, i didn't understand why there are such people. People who still feel thankful even when they are in trouble. But than i realize, the heart of gratitude changes everything, changes the way i see my problems.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Gratitude unlock the fullness in life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It can turn a meal into a feast; a house into a home; a stranger into a friend.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cj8YqRzhCHQ/TcQhkk0dNRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6LeD33wNQD4/s1600/gratitude+not+expressed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cj8YqRzhCHQ/TcQhkk0dNRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6LeD33wNQD4/s320/gratitude+not+expressed.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever feel thankful about your life? The thought of feeling alive again and seeing your friends and family. I am thankful for life. I am thankful for my health for i am still healthy. I am thankful for my family because i can turn to them when during my hard times. I am thankful for my friends who care about me as much as my family do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Everything in this life is a gift, whether it is bad or good because it teaches you to grow and mature.-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFvSVzEVHEI/TcQk2G3mtlI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WLjo0mYGI74/s1600/gratitude-quotes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFvSVzEVHEI/TcQk2G3mtlI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WLjo0mYGI74/s320/gratitude-quotes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You might not understand why you need to go through what you are or was going through but be thankful that you are still alive, be thankful for the good things in life, don't take it for granted and be thankful that these problems will make you to be the person you want to be in the future. You might not want to be where you want to be now but thank God that you are not where you used to be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-You can't change your situation but you can change your attitude to one who has gratitude to live your life again.-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_K-ovggEHo/TcQmbPfAkNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AAdQDwuzyzY/s1600/gratitude+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_K-ovggEHo/TcQmbPfAkNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AAdQDwuzyzY/s320/gratitude+%25281%2529.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be thankful for who are you because i am sure no one wants to be anyone else. Stop thinking you are not good enough; you are good enough! Because you don't want to be someone who you are not. No one wants to be a copyright of someone else. Think about this-THERE IS ONLY ONE AND ONLY ONE YOU that is surviving in this world with more than a billion of people. Isn't it amazing? be thankful that is only one of you. Be thankful for who you are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Thank you for everything; Thank you for every&amp;nbsp;opportunity&amp;nbsp;that you have; to be able to learn and grow mature instead of being where you are now.-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jTqNAT7U3Ks/TcQoJXvyPSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9-44zvDIvwo/s1600/home-card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jTqNAT7U3Ks/TcQoJXvyPSI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9-44zvDIvwo/s320/home-card.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be thankful that you have food on the table where some people can't even afford it. Be thankful that you have friends, brothers and sister who believe in you when the rest of the world mock at you. Thank you for your education... and...(you think about it) Have you ever wonder there are actually a lot of things to be thankful about? Back than, i didn't know but now i do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Accept the things that you can't change; have the courage to change the things that you can.-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUqvEEfwDmY/TcQprcLgRSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fyIsk2lCgfg/s1600/gratitude+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUqvEEfwDmY/TcQprcLgRSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fyIsk2lCgfg/s320/gratitude+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be thankful for every relationship because God has given you the&amp;nbsp;opportunity&amp;nbsp;to love someone like how he had love them. There are many things in life which we will not understand why it is happening but again, we can change our attitude to one that have gratitude. Be thankful that there are people who still lifted you up and comfort you when you are down.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-True success is not what you achieve but being faithful to your value and conviction.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459862569116126249-7046386336158372037?l=bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7046386336158372037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/05/heart-of-gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/7046386336158372037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/7046386336158372037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/05/heart-of-gratitude.html' title='The heart of gratitude'/><author><name>misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788338183685050373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhFQyt11t8Q/TcOzdLTsVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qz74kHwy75c/s220/befunky_artwork_VintageColors_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b_1SFhAagIU/TcQdfri7PbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Gv0p7ExJHuE/s72-c/gratitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459862569116126249.post-2212387648374485280</id><published>2011-03-26T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T01:27:08.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/XwfimZoEsS0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XwfimZoEsS0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XwfimZoEsS0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not only did their story touches me but also the song he sing. What are words by Chris Medina. :))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anywhere you are, I'm near;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anywhere you go, I'll be there;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anytime you&amp;nbsp;whisper&amp;nbsp;my name, You'll see every single promise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause what kind of guy would i be If i was to leave when you need me the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are words if you really don't mean them when you say them?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are words if they're only for good times then they don't?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When it's love, yea~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say them out loud;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Those words, they never go away;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They live on even when we're gone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And i know an angel was sent just for me;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And i know i'm meant to be where i am and i'm gonna be;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Standing right beside her tonight;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And i'm gonna be by your side;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would never leave when she needs me the most!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are words if you really don't mean them when you say them?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are words if they're only for good times then they don't?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When it's love, yea~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You say them out loud;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Those words, they never go away;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They live on even when we're gone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; display: inline !important; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; display: inline !important; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anywhere you are, I'm near;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anywhere you go, I'll be there;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And i'm gonna be here, forever more~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every single promise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause what kind of guy would i be If i was to leave when you need me the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm forever keeping my angel close.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wow! Isn't the song nice? what about the lyrics? Honestly, it is not only the lyrics that touches me but his story. He&amp;nbsp;portrayed&amp;nbsp;what real love means; not how the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;portrayed it; not how the media and the radio station portrayed it. That is the real meaning of it. Love is beyond&amp;nbsp;appearance, Love is not self-centered but selfless. The promise he told that girl, is real, not just to make her happy, or not just to make her to satisfy his needs. He meant it with all his heart when he says it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tell me how many guys will be like that?! Honestly, besides Jesus, i don't see anyone in my generation or even in this generation is like that. Perhaps, perhaps, there are guys like that out there BUT are limited. Too little to be count, too little to say, yes, they are guys like that. Not easy to find someone that really love you beyond their own condition. A selfless love. That was what Jesus had did for us and yet many rejected Him but he still did it for us. :))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indeed it is a lesson and a reminder for me, i don't know about you.. But for me, i take it as a lesson. For me, as a&amp;nbsp;Christian; If someone like him can love beyond his condition, can be so selfless, what more about me?! What more as Christian, we are commanded to share out God's love? That i leave it up to you to think for yourself. It is a principle, the truth of love. Love is not what the world portrayed now. :))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459862569116126249-2212387648374485280?l=bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/feeds/2212387648374485280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-are-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/2212387648374485280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/2212387648374485280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-are-words.html' title='What are words'/><author><name>misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788338183685050373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhFQyt11t8Q/TcOzdLTsVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qz74kHwy75c/s220/befunky_artwork_VintageColors_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459862569116126249.post-5670710078511802928</id><published>2011-03-12T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T00:02:27.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what makes you think it won't happen to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/X4lIFEDFYIw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4lIFEDFYIw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X4lIFEDFYIw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Back than, i remember, my friend was telling me that she spend her entire holiday in Japan, one of the beautiful country in the world. She was going on about the places she visited and what a wonderful experiences it was for her. She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;wish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;she can go back there again and ask me to join her the next time. I guess she wasn't the only one who thinks that she can go back there again. Everyone, include me thinks that we are all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;secure here. safe and sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;and that nothing, nothing can happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;The news that come in a sudden shakes up my world of comfort, secure and safe. Are you feeling the same as me? I don't know. but it is when i realize, what makes me think that it won't happen here, where i live? Japan, was a beautiful country. That morning, they woke up, just like all of us, hoping to go through a good and exciting day. Ready to face the challenge coming ahead of them. Some ready to take the commitment into marriage, some ready to give birth... Little did they know, such tragic will come upon them. Little did they know, someone they love will be gone in a second..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Yesterday during news time, the tv put on a video, i saw a few people being crush by the building while other people outside was trying to pull them out. They scream, they cry, they break down and no one can take their pain. The building crush them and the rescue team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt; couldn't do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;. The phrase- couldn't do anything shakes my world. How true it was, we, as humans, always thought that there is another day for me, for her, for him. How&amp;nbsp;ignorance we are to the reality. It is just because reality hurts. Because reality hurts, that is why we must learn to grab hold of every minute, every breath and every second in life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Live like it was your last day. Live like there is no&amp;nbsp;tomorrow. Treasure every moment with your loved one. I pray that this, will be a lesson for you and I. This will be the day that we will start loving people around us. Start living every moment like it was the last breath you breathe in. God bless!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5459862569116126249-5670710078511802928?l=bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5670710078511802928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-makes-you-think-it-wont-happen-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/5670710078511802928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/5670710078511802928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-makes-you-think-it-wont-happen-to.html' title='what makes you think it won&apos;t happen to you?'/><author><name>misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788338183685050373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhFQyt11t8Q/TcOzdLTsVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qz74kHwy75c/s220/befunky_artwork_VintageColors_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459862569116126249.post-8050289611789891314</id><published>2011-03-11T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T22:56:09.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfishness that leads to brokenness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sSgBZnGBUog/TXpMmyFfqsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Q0AAYuxTRwA/s1600/selfishness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sSgBZnGBUog/TXpMmyFfqsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Q0AAYuxTRwA/s200/selfishness.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Life, as you call it, is just not about living for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Life, as you call it, is just not about living for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Life, as you call it, is just not about living for in the world of your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Life, as you call it, is just not about me, myself and I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Why are people so selfish these days? Always thinking only about what you want and what you need! Why cant you think about other people? Is it so hard to even start to think and love others like how u love yourself? Treat others like how you would want to be treated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;There is a person which i know that is only, and always thinking about himself. Always blaming on other people for their mistakes and never even check himself! Always giving comments that will hurt people and never think that he is not mature. Always giving comments and saying that he knows a lot about love, relationships and etc. but when things happen, he is the first that dont know what it is all about. Only knows how to go round hurting people that cares for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;The answer is just simple, ALL THAT MATTERS to him was HIM and HIM ALONE! life to him, is just making himself feel better and neglect about other people. Didnt even bother apologizing when he knows that he make a mistakes. Does it sound&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp;to you? Have you got any friends like that? THE WORLD AND LIFE IS JUST NOT ABOUT LIVING FOR YOURSELF! *this thought always comes into my mind and i wish i can just tell it off to them* well, some i did. some i did not. why didnt i? simple, cos they already choose to care for themselves more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Please learn to take a look around your surroundings. See for yourself the people you're hurting. Nice to see people getting hurt? i guess what goes around comes around. It will somehow happen to you again one day. Learn to appreciate things around you. All that matters is just not only yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459862569116126249-8050289611789891314?l=bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8050289611789891314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/selfishness-that-leads-to-brokenness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/8050289611789891314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/8050289611789891314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/selfishness-that-leads-to-brokenness.html' title='Selfishness that leads to brokenness'/><author><name>misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788338183685050373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhFQyt11t8Q/TcOzdLTsVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qz74kHwy75c/s220/befunky_artwork_VintageColors_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sSgBZnGBUog/TXpMmyFfqsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Q0AAYuxTRwA/s72-c/selfishness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459862569116126249.post-7745995787161723582</id><published>2011-02-24T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T04:03:10.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only it was you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4G4n9tIdR94/TWZE0BwVTlI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2MMA9vnLSQQ/s1600/STOP.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4G4n9tIdR94/TWZE0BwVTlI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2MMA9vnLSQQ/s320/STOP.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just the thinking of people hurting those&amp;nbsp;Innocent animal made me shed tears. There was a video about a lady killing a few rabbits. She just step on the rabbit... Sometimes i wonder, why are these people like that. Seeing her hurting those rabbits really break my heart to pieces. She doesn't even feel remorse. My heart goes out to these rabbits and as well as the lady. It just make me think that, she is seeking for popularity. Perhaps she think that just by being an animal abuser will made her famous? Perhaps..Perhaps? A million perhaps running through my mind..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes, people can just be so emotionless that we don't feel anything anymore. Sometimes things can happen and yet we no longer feel remorse or having a heart of compassion. The reality hurts, hurts more than anyone can bear. No matter how much we don't want to face it, there are some people out there who are just sick; so sick; so sick till you just don't know what is in their mind. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQ2q5emGa3Q/TWZHBd0V50I/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZnAOX24QhdU/s1600/stop-child-abuse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQ2q5emGa3Q/TWZHBd0V50I/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZnAOX24QhdU/s320/stop-child-abuse.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes even seeing those people crying out for help, we just choose to ignore it. We just choose to 'stay out of out business'. It is none of our business, so why than get involved? If it's your mentality now, pls stop having those mentality. Sometimes just by you lending out your hand, you safe a life. You safe a life from being thrown into hell; you safe an&amp;nbsp;innocent life from being miserable. The wound that is in their heart will always be with them, throughout their life. They suffer, they cry in pain; a pain where you can't imagine. A darkness in front of their eyes. The world in front of them is so dark, so shallow and all they could think of is..ending it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where is the heart of the people these days? I always ask myself. Somehow, i know i can never find an answer to it but i know, i can make a difference just by listening and lending out my hand. I truly, encourage each and everyone of you to starting having a heart of compassion towards the little things that happen in your life. Sometimes, you might not know you just safe a life!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MCEgwybIRBU/TWZIdHcfJJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EojnAnIznqU/s1600/child_abuse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MCEgwybIRBU/TWZIdHcfJJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EojnAnIznqU/s320/child_abuse.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;If only it was you.. You will know how hard it is to face&amp;nbsp;tomorrow. Don't let it rob the happiness of your loved one. Do something!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459862569116126249-7745995787161723582?l=bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7745995787161723582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-only-it-was-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/7745995787161723582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/7745995787161723582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-only-it-was-you.html' title='If only it was you..'/><author><name>misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788338183685050373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhFQyt11t8Q/TcOzdLTsVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qz74kHwy75c/s220/befunky_artwork_VintageColors_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4G4n9tIdR94/TWZE0BwVTlI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2MMA9vnLSQQ/s72-c/STOP.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459862569116126249.post-2992801590864883213</id><published>2011-02-21T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:52:55.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just when you think it's right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_T8MVdf2SSA/TWKREmulwsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V0sqAqDRB7c/s1600/LightGraffiti4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_T8MVdf2SSA/TWKREmulwsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V0sqAqDRB7c/s320/LightGraffiti4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does it ever&amp;nbsp;occur to you that just when you think it's right, it's actually not right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does it ever occur to you that just when you think it's right, it's actually &amp;nbsp;an excuse?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Many time, we think that it feels so right. how can it be wrong? When the things that feel so right, how can it be wrong? Than, you are wrong. Something that can feel very right can be very wrong from the start, but just because you don't see it, feel it; or you just simply want to make an excuse not to face the fact. People always ask, do you believe in True love? My answer is always, WHY NOT? But true love WAITS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why aren't people believing in love these days? It's just simply because they did not learn to love themselves yet, and they rush into loving someone; wanting that person to love them back. And usually it's both parties that will feel the same way. Tell me than, both also want to take love from each other, who is gonna give love? No one, and end up, both getting hurt, wounded badly by love, and blame it on LOVE itself. Love does not have the power. It is the people itself that has the power, but why don't people see it? Love is a feeling we feel everyday, we can't deny the fact. But we can manage it and handle it well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Many times people will tell you, love is equal to sex; and sex is equal to love. Have some sense, people. Ladies, wake up! Stop living in the wonderland, stop&amp;nbsp;believing in what is NOT TRUE. &amp;nbsp;Who tells you that, if you really love that guy, you MUST sleep with him? Th guy himself? The movie you watch? or.. how the world portray love? The point is, if the guy really love you, he will not even dare to put his hand on you for he will RESPECT you. A love who truly love you will not need your body to feel love. The guy will know that, you really love him just by looking at him through your eyes. Love is something, we can feel it. we're all sensitive to it. So, tell me, does it make any differences if he ask you to sleep with him? Sometime, you might think it's alright, but you know deep inside you; you're hurting, you just wanna run away. why than, make yourself so miserable? You only have one chance, in a physically form, once you lose your virginity, you lose it. If only you could hear those girls that have gone through the pain. If only they will come out and testify and tell their pain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've so many friends who will call and cry to me over the phone. At that point, i wish i could take their pain away; at time point, i wish i could help them out but.. i know i couldn't. They suffer, they condemn themselves, they.. A thousand thoughts come to them. Guys, have you ever wonder what if it happen to you? i simply just don't understand why do you want to do this to someone you love? dont't you realize you're hurting the girl? Think about it for a moment, what if it's your own&amp;nbsp;daughter? Will you allow some random guy to do that to your OWN daughter? Why than so selfish? It's not your body, you don't have the right to demand it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, ladies and Gentleman, made a very wise decision. Ladies, stop&amp;nbsp;believing&amp;nbsp;in the lies of the world. The world has twisted so many things. It is a grey world but don't live with it. You are only living in a grey world but you don't need to live in it. Get out from it. Stop living in pain. Guys who tell you sex is equals to love, slap them on their face and walk away. You will find a better one, trust me. All you need is God's love. God's love is the only thing that can feel that empty heart of yours. Gentleman, respect the ladies. Little will you know, by your 'doing', you're actually hurting the girl, u say you love? How irony. *shaking my head*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be strong and very courages. stand up for what you believe in, ladies. You have a choice. Make the right choices in life and you will not regret. If you already had make a wrong decision, don't dwell in it. Don't live in your past, is time to move on. :) xoxo!&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/5459862569116126249-2992801590864883213?l=bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/feeds/2992801590864883213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-when-you-think-its-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/2992801590864883213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/2992801590864883213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-when-you-think-its-right.html' title='just when you think it&apos;s right'/><author><name>misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788338183685050373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhFQyt11t8Q/TcOzdLTsVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qz74kHwy75c/s220/befunky_artwork_VintageColors_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_T8MVdf2SSA/TWKREmulwsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V0sqAqDRB7c/s72-c/LightGraffiti4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459862569116126249.post-7522027528199622809</id><published>2011-02-11T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T07:17:47.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>be my valentine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms8a9tQycT0/TVUlhL40VtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_0vpoT2psL0/s1600/be_my_valentine_banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms8a9tQycT0/TVUlhL40VtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_0vpoT2psL0/s320/be_my_valentine_banner.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love, is a special day, we should celebrate, just you and me..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love, is a special day, is a good excuse, just you and me..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so won't you be my valentine?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hehe. am just being random about it. thought of just having some random words for my starting. hehe. Valentine is next monday. i can feel the love is in the air now. have u ever wonder what love means? Lets check out together what love means. *wink*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Love is Patient, Love is kind;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It does not envy, it does not boast;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It is not something to show off;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It is not rude and self seeking for pleasure;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It is not easily angered;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It does not keep the records of your wrong doings;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Love rejoices in the truth and not delight in evil;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It always protects, trust, hopes, and perseveres.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Love is not something which can be fade away or wash away easily. It is not something we can compromise in. See for yourself whether are u ready to be in a relationship, if you had not have one? And ask yourself, are u treating your partner with respect and learning the value of love at the time, if you already are in a relationship?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So at here, i would like to end with a great&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;to everyone who reads this. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459862569116126249-7522027528199622809?l=bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7522027528199622809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-my-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/7522027528199622809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/7522027528199622809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-my-valentine.html' title='be my valentine!'/><author><name>misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788338183685050373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhFQyt11t8Q/TcOzdLTsVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qz74kHwy75c/s220/befunky_artwork_VintageColors_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms8a9tQycT0/TVUlhL40VtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_0vpoT2psL0/s72-c/be_my_valentine_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459862569116126249.post-909786229005398330</id><published>2011-01-22T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T02:32:21.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in guilt all the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever keep blaming yourself for the&amp;nbsp;mistakes&amp;nbsp;that u have done? It is like your brain just keep flashing back to that day, to the mistakes of that day. And all this while, u live in guilt and not knowing that the person has already forgiven you and move on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today i felt exactly the same way. The feeling of unforgiveness towards myself all this while makes me realize how foolish i was. I was the one who could not forgive myself after so long and keep wishing i hadn't made that mistake. Guess now i understand the true meaning of not living in guilt and past. How many of you out there were like me? Or are like me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me tell you something. Stop living,&amp;nbsp;believing and thinking of the past. Don't live in guilt anymore. Guilt will bring you down; guilt will condemn you; guilt will makes you fall flat to the ground. Remember that God has already forgiven you and so you should forgive yourself too! Knowing that God does not want u to carry that guilt throughout your life!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I felt so relieved after i know i should not be living in guilt anymore. God will not want you to have a life like that. He wants you to have a life that is full of blessing. Ask yourself how long will you want to live a life like that? Don't you want out of it? Don't you want to be free of this guilt and shame that you have? Than let me tell you something, Jesus can get you out of it. He can and He will IF ONLY you allow him to do so, JUST LIKE ME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I am free now from living a life full of guilt and most importantly, I AM FREE! you will not lose anything to have HIM in your life but instead you will gain&amp;nbsp;abundantly. Do you think there is more to life than this?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;So! Hope this will be the year that u will live again, in freedom, in peace, and being free! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5459862569116126249-909786229005398330?l=bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/feeds/909786229005398330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/living-in-guilt-all-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/909786229005398330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/909786229005398330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/living-in-guilt-all-time.html' title='Living in guilt all the time'/><author><name>misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788338183685050373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhFQyt11t8Q/TcOzdLTsVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qz74kHwy75c/s220/befunky_artwork_VintageColors_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459862569116126249.post-661565621000402023</id><published>2011-01-17T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T09:06:00.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Tonight, i stare upon the star and saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Tonight, i feel the cold wind coming my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Tonight, i wish there is a road to turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Tonight, i stare at the love letters you send me once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Tonight, i feel the world &amp;nbsp;has stumble before me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Tonight, i wish there is a road to turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Tonight, i stare at the photos of us with a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Tonight, i feel you more than ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Tonight, i wish there is a road to turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Tonight, I swallow my pride to say sorry to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Tonight, I swallow my ego to say i love you just once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Tonight, i wish you were here to hear me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Sometimes, we wish that we hadnt done that mistake in the past and wish that we can turn back to the time where we had made it but it'll never happen. Sometimes, we have got too much of pride inside us till we refuse to apologize to the one we love so much after hurting them. Sometimes, we wish they will just be there for us according to our own timing and give us one more chance. It's just probably meaningless dreaming all the time but u still choose to believe in it. It is easy for us, human to behave in this way, but seriously, and honestly, it will not make your life better anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Two weeks into the new year and what are u expecting from this year? Sometimes, all you gotta do is to let go of something and this year will be a great year for you; Sometimes, all you gotta do is to trust someone and this year will be a great year for you. I dont know what you need. But one thing for sure, i know you need God! With God you'll have a second chance; with God you'll have&amp;nbsp;freedom; with God your chain will be broken; a thousand promises God has for us. All you got to do is acknowledge him in your life. :) May this year be a great year for you and dun look back at the past anymore. MOVE FORWARD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459862569116126249-661565621000402023?l=bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/feeds/661565621000402023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/tonite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/661565621000402023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/661565621000402023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/tonite.html' title='Tonite'/><author><name>misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788338183685050373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhFQyt11t8Q/TcOzdLTsVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qz74kHwy75c/s220/befunky_artwork_VintageColors_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459862569116126249.post-2798340218018625421</id><published>2011-01-07T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T14:01:40.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TSeM_PCffyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tx1UB7-OU3E/s1600/21631_200708232259511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TSeM_PCffyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tx1UB7-OU3E/s320/21631_200708232259511.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;爱，也许对某些人是个伤害&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;爱，也许对某些人是个幸福&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;爱，也许对某些人是个痛苦&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;爱，也许对某些人是个折磨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;爱，也许对某些人是个谎言&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;爱，也许对某些人是个游戏&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;爱，也许对某些人是个交易&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;爱，没有对和错，就算是爱错过也是算是种爱&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;爱， 是两人的爱情的寄托，也是两个人真心的走在一起&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;生活中的我们都离不开爱，没有爱的生活带点寂寞，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;就像两个没有感情的恋人走在一起，不但是身体的折磨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;而且是心灵的腐朽，精神的摧残，太物质化的东西不会长久&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;太现实化的问题只是一种空想&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;太爱一个不爱自己的人只是另一个负担&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;太相信一个人的承诺只会更加的失去自我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;最后只能托着疲惫不堪的身体躲在无人的角落一个人哭泣...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;这世界上根本就没有谁是谁的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;爱与不爱都是寂寞的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;请试着用左手握住自己的右手，给自己最简单的温暖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;不再奢求别人的给予，开始学着自己给自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;2011年就好好的学会爱自己吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;不要再&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;奢求别人了!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459862569116126249-2798340218018625421?l=bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/feeds/2798340218018625421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/2798340218018625421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/2798340218018625421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='爱'/><author><name>misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788338183685050373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhFQyt11t8Q/TcOzdLTsVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qz74kHwy75c/s220/befunky_artwork_VintageColors_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TSeM_PCffyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tx1UB7-OU3E/s72-c/21631_200708232259511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459862569116126249.post-1203421128534295177</id><published>2010-12-20T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:08:30.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I believe you all have heard of this song call reflections. I was just listening to it again just now and the lyrics sort of touch my soul. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here is the lyrics :-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Look at me, you may think you see who i really am;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But you'll never know me;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyday, is as if i play apart;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now i see if i wear a mask, i can fool the world;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But i cannot fool my heart;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is that girl i see...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;staring straight back at me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When will my reflection show who i am inside?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am now in a world where i have to hide my heart and what i &amp;nbsp;believe in;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But somehow i will show the world what's inside my heart;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and be loved for who i am!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is that girl i see.. staring straight back at me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why is my reflection someone i dont know?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Must i pretend that i am someone else for all time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When will my reflection show, who i am inside...?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's a heart that must be free to fly;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that burns with a need to know the reason;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;why must we all conceal what we think, how we feel...?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Must there be a secret me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am forced to HIDE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wont pretend that i am someone else for all time;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;when will my reflections show who i am inside?...?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now, tell me how you feel? Honestly, what the lyrics say is so true! Why must we pretend to be someone else? Someone we are not? just so that we can be accepted in the group? so that we are not outdated? so that we will become popular? honestly, this song really remind me that i'm created in God's image and only by his image, which mean, im&amp;nbsp;unique. Which mean each and everyone of us are unique. WHY than do we wanna pretend being someone else? Isnt it scary seeing our reflection and we recognize that it is not us at all? Why are we so afraid of being ourselves? why must we hide what we think and how we feel? honestly, this song really speak courage and reminder into my life. hopefully it did the same to you. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4mVA2OHzNc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4mVA2OHzNc&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is the video of that song. Feel free to click it and listen to it. you will feel it more when you listen to the song. enjoy! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459862569116126249-1203421128534295177?l=bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1203421128534295177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2010/12/reflections.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/1203421128534295177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/1203421128534295177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2010/12/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788338183685050373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhFQyt11t8Q/TcOzdLTsVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qz74kHwy75c/s220/befunky_artwork_VintageColors_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459862569116126249.post-3232664481188964952</id><published>2010-12-14T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:08:34.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live a little while more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I saw the newspaper just few days ago and a commit suicide case caught my attention. It is sad to see such a young life being taken away just because of the heart break that his girl friend has given him. Sometimes i just dont understand why cant people just try to overcome challenges and struggles in life. Life is never a bed of roses, it has thorns and alot of thorns waiting for you while you're walking through it. Sometimes, i just wonder what makes them to take their own life? It's not like the end of the world. It is just another chapter of your life. Committing suicide is so common now in our society. Did we become a generation that cant stand up for failures and even rejections? These questions kept me wondering for a while after hearing the news. Life is precious. Sometimes, some people wish they could just live a little while more. Live a little while more, to see their son/daughter&amp;nbsp;getting married, live a little while more to see another smile from their family, live a little while more simply just to see another day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;But sometimes, some of us, take for granted for being alive. We blame others and complains when things didnt went the way we want it. Worst still, we blame God for no reason thinking that He is the one who cause this to happen. But think on the positive side, God let this thing to happen for a reason. But sometimes, i do wonder why God allow people to commit suicide? Then suddenly it strike me- God didnt allow them to kill themselves. They all had the decision to decide which road they want to take. But they chose the path that doesnt belong to God. I just thank God that 8 years ago, i did not have the courage and braveness to end my life. I learn that no matter how hard life has been treating me since the day i was born, i also must treasure the life that God has given it to me. Hope is always there for us even if we dont see it. No point ending our life just because we feel there's no way out of it. I just wish these people can be stronger. It really sadden me to see so many commit&amp;nbsp;suicidal. Be a difference and make a difference in other people's life. Dont be so ignorant to the needs of people. Sometimes, just some encouragement words can cheer up a person and kill those negative thoughts inside of them. Instead of judging those people, why cant we lend out a hand and shoulder to be their comforter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Some people were saying, being depressed and committing suicide is a stupid act. Yes, indeed is a stupid act to end the life like that. But they totally have no idea how those people were feeling back there. I know how is it to be like the whole world are shut against you, no one to turn to, no one hearing you screams and all you could do is being beaten and tear down slowly and slowly dying on the inside and it drives you to depression. Those people chose to get rid of this feeling by ending their life. There is nothing we can do about. Instead of sitting in front of the computer and scolding them words like stupid and idiots. Why dont we do something to stop this from happening again?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TQclIwwIlaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nBPuDX0cqcI/s1600/sigpic22351_7.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TQclIwwIlaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nBPuDX0cqcI/s320/sigpic22351_7.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459862569116126249-3232664481188964952?l=bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/feeds/3232664481188964952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2010/12/live-little-while-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/3232664481188964952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/3232664481188964952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2010/12/live-little-while-more.html' title='Live a little while more'/><author><name>misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788338183685050373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhFQyt11t8Q/TcOzdLTsVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qz74kHwy75c/s220/befunky_artwork_VintageColors_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TQclIwwIlaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nBPuDX0cqcI/s72-c/sigpic22351_7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459862569116126249.post-6375809963002234667</id><published>2010-12-06T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:20:17.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arts speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hehe.. i was suppose to be studying but again, i feel like blogging. Am thinking i might be addicted to blogging? HAHAHAHA. anyway, back to topic.. ARTS! i aint an art person and either do i know much about arts but today i realize the beauty of arts out of a sudden!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;If you realize art knows no national or cultural boundaries. It nurture human spirit and promote universal understanding. When you look at an art piece, you will sort of know what it's trying to&amp;nbsp;portrayed. Every one comes out with a different conclusion and opinion when they look at an art piece. &amp;nbsp;Art is an universal&amp;nbsp;language. you dont need to talk or write to get the information. Isnt it wonderful? The beauty of arts lay between the eyes of the beholder. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP3fQ-ZllRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0v4pzHWOB6g/s1600/2cq0art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP3fQ-ZllRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0v4pzHWOB6g/s320/2cq0art.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP3fTWZBvlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/H1f2qvQkAO8/s1600/art_paintings_photos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP3fTWZBvlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/H1f2qvQkAO8/s320/art_paintings_photos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP3fWDdVRsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0QKNqVs6Bqk/s1600/artwork%252Cjapanese%252Cpainting%252Cwave%252Capalalaa%252Cpost%252Ccarved-61aed919b4f810dfc13be9f419577191_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP3fWDdVRsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0QKNqVs6Bqk/s320/artwork%252Cjapanese%252Cpainting%252Cwave%252Capalalaa%252Cpost%252Ccarved-61aed919b4f810dfc13be9f419577191_h.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP3fbNLdNKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YAkB0oqHpqE/s1600/Digital+Art++mrm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP3fbNLdNKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YAkB0oqHpqE/s320/Digital+Art++mrm.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP3fduN7o8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jdg2h1Zr4uY/s1600/oil+painting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP3fduN7o8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jdg2h1Zr4uY/s320/oil+painting.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP3fgdAIatI/AAAAAAAAAGU/T6EhyU9kNeQ/s1600/rockgrotto2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP3fgdAIatI/AAAAAAAAAGU/T6EhyU9kNeQ/s320/rockgrotto2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;These arts are the immortal records of historical events and personalities and&amp;nbsp;representations&amp;nbsp;of various groups and customs and emotions. Drop some comments about what you think of those acts piece..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459862569116126249-6375809963002234667?l=bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6375809963002234667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2010/12/arts-speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/6375809963002234667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/6375809963002234667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2010/12/arts-speak.html' title='Arts speak'/><author><name>misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788338183685050373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhFQyt11t8Q/TcOzdLTsVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qz74kHwy75c/s220/befunky_artwork_VintageColors_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP3fQ-ZllRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0v4pzHWOB6g/s72-c/2cq0art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459862569116126249.post-4663693408828118560</id><published>2010-12-06T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:14:52.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP0C3xjowbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YDaw-YMSaBc/s1600/photogrpah-a-rainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP0C3xjowbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YDaw-YMSaBc/s200/photogrpah-a-rainbow.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Have you ever stared at the rainbow as long as 10&amp;nbsp;minutes? How long did you get to see a rainbow before? What comes to you when you sees a rainbow? heart beating fast? amazing? cant believe you just saw a rainbow? hehe.. well, i dunno what comes to you when you sees a rainbow but let me tell you what comes to me when i sees a rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP0C6m7Ko0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/lX8jZjqJfSs/s1600/rainbow+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP0C6m7Ko0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/lX8jZjqJfSs/s200/rainbow+%25281%2529.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rainbow makes me feel loved. it somehow gives me the feeling of 'not being alone'.&amp;nbsp;Even though i may be crying and tears drops might be flowing down slowly but when i look up at the rainbow i find hope and the beauty of life. rainbow can represent many things in our life, and to me, it is the hope and beauty of the world. It amazed me that God is so creative and wonderful because HE somehow knows that we will be&amp;nbsp;blessed&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;happy to see a rainbow just above our sky. Rainbow was wonderfully made and its beauty beautifies the world and&amp;nbsp;fascinated so many people, even children. When children sees a rainbow, they get so excited and they start jumping around, telling the teachers/parents that they saw a rainbow just now. You can just see how their faces light up and the smile that is on their face! AND suddenly you realize, hey! THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE in God. God is just like the&amp;nbsp;rainbow. Minority recognizes the beauty of&amp;nbsp;rainbow&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;when they sees it . They only know the existence of a rainbow and it is beautiful. wait, a moment, and think about it..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP0C8yXn3NI/AAAAAAAAAF4/18A16qwmHFY/s1600/rainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP0C8yXn3NI/AAAAAAAAAF4/18A16qwmHFY/s200/rainbow.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isn't&amp;nbsp;it the same with God? Everyone know the existence of God or some refuse to believe that there is a God but anyhow, they just know that there is a God; not knowing the beauty of God and having a relationship with Him. Every time when you feels like giving up, remember the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;that beautifies the world. What can be worse? What would be worst? Life is never a bed of roses but if we hold a positive mindset inside of us and by the strength of God, we will be able to stand victoriously on the other side of the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;mountain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes, is not about the&amp;nbsp;heartache&amp;nbsp;and pain that you need to endure but seeing a beautiful rainbow on the other side of the mountain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP0DACa1YaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TnY69gq7tvA/s1600/rainbow-photography.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP0DACa1YaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TnY69gq7tvA/s200/rainbow-photography.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And at the end, look what is waiting for you on the other side? Isn't the rainbow more colorful and beautiful. YES! You've won the race and the journey. Every tears, sorrows, and pains doesn't count anymore because you've reach your destination. Indeed a rainbow teaches and helps me to reflect on the journey of my life. Rainbow teaches me to appreciate and love the world and my surroundings again. Rainbow thought me how to think like a child again and be curious about what is install for me for i know GREATER THINGS ARE YET TO COME YET! It is never about the challenges you have to face but it is always about how much can you take it when you're outside at the world where everyone around you is tearing you down to pieces and bits by bits! It is about how much you can ENDURE AND PRESERVER through it! A rainbow never dies and so does God. Look up to Him like how you look up to rainbow; love Him like how you love the rainbow and you will find all you need for He is our comforter, Healer, and Strength. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The rainbow will be waiting for you on the other side of the mountain..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459862569116126249-4663693408828118560?l=bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/feeds/4663693408828118560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2010/12/rainbows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/4663693408828118560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/4663693408828118560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2010/12/rainbows.html' title='Rainbows'/><author><name>misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788338183685050373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhFQyt11t8Q/TcOzdLTsVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qz74kHwy75c/s220/befunky_artwork_VintageColors_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TP0C3xjowbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YDaw-YMSaBc/s72-c/photogrpah-a-rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459862569116126249.post-7066147913047532103</id><published>2010-12-06T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T07:22:11.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The after life beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TPz_aCEU06I/AAAAAAAAAFs/OWc9Q14BAqk/s1600/gods+love+never+fails.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TPz_aCEU06I/AAAAAAAAAFs/OWc9Q14BAqk/s200/gods+love+never+fails.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was studying just the other day and i out of a sudden i feel like blogging again. But this time with the intention to keep this blog alive and active as much as i could.. Now! you must be wondering, what makes me think of blogging again? Lets just say that i realize that there are many things that i wish to share with people but yet i find it tiring telling everyone and sometimes i tend to forget what i wanna tell! SO! blogging&amp;nbsp;solve&amp;nbsp;all my problems.. This is the little puzzles of my life. How God has been so great to me and many more to come. This will be the sound of my heartbeat for i am writing this with a total sincere heart! GOD IS GREAT!&amp;nbsp;&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/5459862569116126249-7066147913047532103?l=bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7066147913047532103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2010/12/after-life-beginning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/7066147913047532103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5459862569116126249/posts/default/7066147913047532103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubleblue-sploosh.blogspot.com/2010/12/after-life-beginning.html' title='The after life beginning'/><author><name>misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10788338183685050373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhFQyt11t8Q/TcOzdLTsVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qz74kHwy75c/s220/befunky_artwork_VintageColors_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pzdTcLeQlY0/TPz_aCEU06I/AAAAAAAAAFs/OWc9Q14BAqk/s72-c/gods+love+never+fails.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
