<?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-3923119033911380040</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:54:04.466-08:00</updated><category term='man'/><category term='holy cross'/><category term='day'/><category term='psychology'/><category term='singing'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='teacher'/><category term='study'/><category term='hcdc'/><category term='song'/><category term='my favorite'/><category term='filpino'/><category term='fall'/><category term='school'/><category term='feast'/><category term='kyla'/><category term='department'/><category term='tradition.'/><title type='text'>Death finally Dies!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-5304760070837291536</id><published>2008-07-26T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:16:51.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new F4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SIuwN1AMoDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WMZhMDH4kdk/s1600-h/matttttt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SIuwN1AMoDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WMZhMDH4kdk/s320/matttttt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227465544106287154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-5304760070837291536?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/5304760070837291536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=5304760070837291536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/5304760070837291536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/5304760070837291536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-f4.html' title='new F4'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SIuwN1AMoDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WMZhMDH4kdk/s72-c/matttttt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-1584187368621782852</id><published>2008-06-17T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:07:53.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School again</title><content type='html'>its nice to be in a new atmosphere! hmmmmmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-1584187368621782852?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/1584187368621782852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=1584187368621782852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/1584187368621782852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/1584187368621782852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/2008/06/school-again.html' title='School again'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-4644939006715207873</id><published>2008-06-09T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:03:24.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>http://mombaby.org/UserFiles/File/WomensHealthEducation/English/Miscarriage.pdf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-4644939006715207873?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/4644939006715207873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=4644939006715207873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/4644939006715207873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/4644939006715207873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-5137201670433667742</id><published>2008-05-26T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T02:52:17.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dozen ways to get to know your partner</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In my line of work -- family law -- I often hear the same old refrain&lt;/em&gt; when my client explains to me why they split from their significant other. It goes like this, "I guess I didn't really know my partner after all." You might ask, "How could that be?" How could you have an intimate relationship with someone only to wake up one day to find out that the person you fell in love with is not the person they turned out to be?&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;I believe there are at least a dozen ways to know who someone really is -- indicators -- and if we do an inventory early on, we might stand a better chance of getting to know the real person before we fully commit. The following "observance" suggestions are important ones to make in the early stages of any relationship because each offers insight into habits, patterns, and behaviors. As you ponder these observations, know that there is no right or wrong; it's a matter of acceptance. Sometimes we have to accept quirks and differences as part of the give-and-take process. As you do your assessment, however, the goal is to decide whether or not you can live with or without your real partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Here are the dozen indicators:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Protocol: First or Second?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whether it's walking through a door, ordering dinner, or taking a bite out of the freshly baked cookies you have made together, if your partner always have to go first this could indicate self- centeredness. Are you willing to always be the giver?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Politics: Liberal or Conservative?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; How your partner views what is right or wrong in a political sense tells you a lot about his deep inner beliefs about society, and ultimately, the way he will approach your relationship issues. Will his views cause a rift in your relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Television:  Sitcoms or News?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; If his tendency is to watch "escape" TV programs versus "newsy/event" oriented ones, you can learn a lot about one's intellect. Do you want a mate who can keep up with your every day interest in what is going on in the world or a person you can run away with to avoid the world we live in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money: Flash or Stash?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; If your partner throws money around while dating, he might well be reckless with your joint finances when you move in together. Do you want to hook up with a tightwad or splurger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stress: Freak or Peak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Under Pressure, does he go to pieces or rise to the top of his game? If the answer is the former, every minor incident in your relationship might become a crisis. Do you like a lot of drama?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conversation:  About You or Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; As you first get to know each other does he always talk about himself first or you? If he is usually the topic priority do not expect that to change. Can you subordinate yourself to the world revolving around him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pets: Warm or Aloof?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Believe it or not, the way in which he treats animals will not be dissimilar to how he treats your children. How do you want him to treat your loved ones?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Communication: Listens or Ignores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; If you have something you want to talk about and he tunes you out as a general rule, can you cope?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strangers: Kind or Rude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; How he treats those they do not know (waiters, grocery clerks) often reflects on how he will treat people in general, including you, shortly after the glow wears off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Priorities:  Family or Work&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; You can tell almost immediately where a person's preferences lie in terms of what comes first (a family member's illness or a business trip) by the choices he makes when faced with an "either/or" situation. Do you care if he leaves on the next plane to present the such-and-such report if you or the kids have pneumonia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appearance: Fat or Fit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; How he regards his appearance screams loudly about his sense of self-esteem. Those who eat sensibly, workout reasonably, and who take pride in their appearance are the ones who have a great sense of self. Does he really have self-confidence or might it be a front?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faith: Strong or Weak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; If you want a peak at his soul, learn more about his spirituality, or lack of it. What a person believes deep down is often what shapes the way in which they conduct their day-to-day affairs. What is your mate's "words to live by?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-5137201670433667742?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/5137201670433667742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=5137201670433667742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/5137201670433667742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/5137201670433667742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/2008/05/dozen-ways-to-get-to-know-your-partner.html' title='dozen ways to get to know your partner'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-3536320975596293121</id><published>2008-05-19T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T04:14:11.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant live......</title><content type='html'>I was pull back 13 years ago...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-3536320975596293121?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/3536320975596293121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=3536320975596293121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/3536320975596293121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/3536320975596293121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-cant-live.html' title='i cant live......'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-8639276997883306794</id><published>2008-05-15T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T05:40:29.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment to remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SCwvIyacMGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wYaw4deXnfs/s1600-h/biro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SCwvIyacMGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wYaw4deXnfs/s320/biro.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200583497724211298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A magic moment I remember:&lt;br /&gt;I raised my eyes and you were there.&lt;br /&gt;A fleeting vision, the quintessence&lt;br /&gt;Of all that's beautiful and rare. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pray to mute despair and anguish&lt;br /&gt;To vain pursuits the world esteems,&lt;br /&gt;Long did I near your soothing accents,&lt;br /&gt;Long did your features haunt my dreams. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time passed- A rebel storm-blast scattered&lt;br /&gt;The reveries that once were mine&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot your soothing accents,&lt;br /&gt;Your features gracefully divine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In dark days of enforced retirement&lt;br /&gt;I gazed upon grey skies above&lt;br /&gt;With no ideals to inspire me,&lt;br /&gt;No one to cry for, live for, love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came a moment of renaissance,&lt;br /&gt;I looked up- you again are there,&lt;br /&gt;A fleeting vision, the quintessence&lt;br /&gt;Of all that`s beautiful and rare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-8639276997883306794?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/8639276997883306794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=8639276997883306794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/8639276997883306794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/8639276997883306794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/2008/05/moment-to-remember.html' title='a moment to remember...'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SCwvIyacMGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wYaw4deXnfs/s72-c/biro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-1093676028397033964</id><published>2008-05-11T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T06:05:44.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i was sorrounded by cheerleaders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SCbvCCacMEI/AAAAAAAAACo/4gPykezvkyQ/s1600-h/IMG_3222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SCbvCCacMEI/AAAAAAAAACo/4gPykezvkyQ/s320/IMG_3222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199105638132363330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! thats my girls.... they won from our sportsfest cheerleading competition.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-1093676028397033964?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/1093676028397033964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=1093676028397033964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/1093676028397033964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/1093676028397033964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-sorrounded-by-cheerleaders.html' title='i was sorrounded by cheerleaders'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SCbvCCacMEI/AAAAAAAAACo/4gPykezvkyQ/s72-c/IMG_3222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-6641697172028106004</id><published>2008-05-01T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:35:59.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy I am....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBpTrggkd7I/AAAAAAAAACg/8_5V7CUMhd8/s1600-h/goals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBpTrggkd7I/AAAAAAAAACg/8_5V7CUMhd8/s320/goals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195557127051311026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im fallen, broken and hurt but i stood up proud because i am fearfully and wonderfully made I am precious and deep inside i knew it well..... I am undignified but I am Loved, I am cursed yet I'm cared for, I am bleeding yet I am healed, I am down yet lifted, I am left but I am remembered, I am doomed yet I am saved, I am alone but not lonely, I am sad but I am happy......... because i know someone holds my hand he makes me to deal with life's most difficult that punishes me yet it polishes me..... hmmmmmmmmmm...... i will take the hike in every milestone of my days.... today it's gonna be a great day for me... it's gonna be a day of rejoicing and a day of new life, i will be able to stand still today with the help of my god, with God's most precious hands lifted me today, i will go where it goes because i know i will be o.k........ today is a day of celebration for this is the day where i can change my yesterday and correct my previous time of fault and aim for tomorow's another time... i will be the prince of my day with the help of my King! ........... HAPPY I AM!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-6641697172028106004?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/6641697172028106004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=6641697172028106004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/6641697172028106004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/6641697172028106004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-i-am.html' title='Happy I am....'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBpTrggkd7I/AAAAAAAAACg/8_5V7CUMhd8/s72-c/goals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-9081646381065146389</id><published>2008-04-30T03:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T04:01:40.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you done?</title><content type='html'>what do you think of me? i hate people like you!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-9081646381065146389?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/9081646381065146389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=9081646381065146389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/9081646381065146389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/9081646381065146389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-have-you-done.html' title='What have you done?'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-2890123336441281821</id><published>2008-04-29T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T03:06:36.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Think Im cool... But God Rules.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBbzIwgkd4I/AAAAAAAAACI/Wz7gNwHKJyk/s1600-h/1_979327993l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBbzIwgkd4I/AAAAAAAAACI/Wz7gNwHKJyk/s320/1_979327993l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194606552004458370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is so hard to be kind sometimes, it is so hard to be someone to others even you need someone for you, it is so hard to be a soldier with a weapon of nothing, it is so hard to be gentle to people you dont know and it is hard to make life blamelessly...... well I lived to be that way (i guess) i might not be a person whom people consider a "PARTICULAR" instead i just live my day with with so much passion and so much cares not just to people i love but to those people whom i dont like, i may be a pretender but i love to be one of the great pretender because if i will show my real me it will be hard for the world to accept my real me, let God judge me and not by the world, i been like this since i was young i always pretend to be cool, thats why wherever i go and i will be i try to hide my self in the shadow of what im doing i prefer to be like this than to make the world complicated...... but sometimes i realized it is so hard to be like this for the rest of my life I dont have problem with the world, the world has a problem on me.... they judge me before they knew me.... but i wont retaliate until this gentle giant awake i will keep that in me......... people think im cool but God rules....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-2890123336441281821?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/2890123336441281821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=2890123336441281821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/2890123336441281821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/2890123336441281821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/2008/04/people-think-im-cool-but-god-rules.html' title='People Think Im cool... 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>My department former school.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBbwXggkd3I/AAAAAAAAACA/uhR41J8SSbQ/s1600-h/my+department.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBbwXggkd3I/AAAAAAAAACA/uhR41J8SSbQ/s320/my+department.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194603506872645490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;for 3 years I always cherished the memories that i have, Psychology department of Holy Cross of Davao College, I left HCDC for another step that i take in another school with a different course i'm missing my friend circle, i missed those times that we shared, the memories that i have for them will be eternally remembered, Psychology culture will be respected eternally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the time i spent with this school makes my life so colorful i know time will come that i will left this beautiful school but i will come back sooner to finish what i started........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-2873077683798770025?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/2873077683798770025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=2873077683798770025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/2873077683798770025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBZY7ggkd2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/s2ZIRT_0J4Q/s1600-h/100_3902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBZY7ggkd2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/s2ZIRT_0J4Q/s320/100_3902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194436999580514146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the nicest and the most delicious exotic food I have ever tasted......... i tasted it when we went to the mountain in Davao City....I'm taking a bath that time when a man carrying a tray of cooked food but there's a cover on it, when he opened the tray i saw some cooked frogs the man let me taste a little bit of it he let me take the left leg but i just found out that frog is really taste like chicken... hehehehe.... enjoy the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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tasted!'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBZY7ggkd2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/s2ZIRT_0J4Q/s72-c/100_3902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-4428274178833307645</id><published>2008-04-28T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T06:22:15.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school life.... hmmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBXPRAgkdxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I-iuhVnXTUw/s1600-h/psych+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-35062908358780760</id><published>2008-04-28T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T03:00:01.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple meaning of rich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBWfiggkdwI/AAAAAAAAABI/hHV-d1obezw/s1600-h/pic30523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBWfiggkdwI/AAAAAAAAABI/hHV-d1obezw/s320/pic30523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194233160432645890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is rich? take a look&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;simple definition of being rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-35062908358780760?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/35062908358780760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=35062908358780760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/35062908358780760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/35062908358780760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/2008/04/simple-meaning-of-rich.html' title='Simple meaning of rich'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBWfiggkdwI/AAAAAAAAABI/hHV-d1obezw/s72-c/pic30523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-2585495458071110056</id><published>2008-04-28T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T02:54:38.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My nephew in the womb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBWeAAgkdvI/AAAAAAAAABA/ExHmRpoUkqg/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBWeAAgkdvI/AAAAAAAAABA/ExHmRpoUkqg/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194231468215531250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhh! I got a news from my sister from Nevada she will be having a baby boy........ it's our first nephew and grandson of my father so we are a little bit excited for that... we are hoping that he would be look like me... i remember when i was a little kid my mom told me everything about me when i was a baby of course i dont remember those times but anyway my mom told me how cute i am... but now i dont know if i still have those... toink... i never heard any one call me cute or handsome for 21 years now... pity pity pity me.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-2585495458071110056?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/2585495458071110056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=2585495458071110056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/2585495458071110056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/2585495458071110056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-nephew-in-womb.html' title='My nephew in the womb'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBWeAAgkdvI/AAAAAAAAABA/ExHmRpoUkqg/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-1637692019783033504</id><published>2008-04-27T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:58:35.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><title type='text'>another day, another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBUTFQgkduI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6XB-i-Kmm7A/s1600-h/carla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBUTFQgkduI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6XB-i-Kmm7A/s320/carla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194078726293583586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to be awaken by the noise of my neighbors .. a typical community in the philippines everyone has it's own noise in the morning, people shouting people has it's own stereo with high volume, some people quarrel some people making some noise out of nothing and some people were drunk trying to be cool... but anyway im still thankful to be awaken.... it's another day to face another challenge be in the work and to be with your teacher whole day..... i cant take it anymore... hahahaha... but i need to have that... of course life must go on.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-1637692019783033504?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/1637692019783033504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=1637692019783033504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/1637692019783033504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/1637692019783033504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-day-another-day.html' title='another day, another day'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBUTFQgkduI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6XB-i-Kmm7A/s72-c/carla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-1761915748509714890</id><published>2008-04-27T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T04:43:25.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filpino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradition.'/><title type='text'>something that was left in fiesta. (flip side)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBRm0ggkdsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/K-hXD_Ea_iU/s1600-h/yummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBRm0ggkdsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/K-hXD_Ea_iU/s320/yummy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193889322530797250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hmmmm... fiesta in my country really makes us happy, a lot of food and drink to choose from, people from different places and race meet together to celebrate our patron's day after a year of conserving and saving money this time is the time to spend it all, many people will loan some money just to buy something for this occasion, but i don't see it's important the only thing i know it is a tradition of our ancestors that sometimes i think that it is not healthy for someone forcing himself try to have something to prepare for this occasion........ filipino really makes all things possible. after a long day of celebration what was left was nothing..... one day of celebration with foods and drinks and abundance a whole year of poverty and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-1761915748509714890?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/1761915748509714890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=1761915748509714890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/1761915748509714890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/1761915748509714890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-that-was-left-in-fiesta-flip.html' title='something that was left in fiesta. (flip side)'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBRm0ggkdsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/K-hXD_Ea_iU/s72-c/yummy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-2699483634110932154</id><published>2008-04-27T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:56:48.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>falle in love with bestfriend:  LOVE swerved wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBRb3wgkdpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EudLHeQsQ-k/s1600-h/persistence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBRb3wgkdpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EudLHeQsQ-k/s320/persistence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193877283737466514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind, love is not rude not self seeking it keeps no record of wrong, love never fails, a profound definition of love but what is really the essence of loving a person without expecting love in return? is this really a part of a thing called love? a profound question that always keep banging in man's mind, i do believed in loving without a return but as a rational creature i would be glad if i love and i will be able to receive love in return but it doesn't follow always because many who gave love received hurt in return, i might be so emotional on this matter but i do believe God made a person emotional in nature because everything we face everyday is all about conviction i believe in saying "Love isnt love at all until you will give it away" hmmmmmmm.... sounds so legalistic but it's true people who feel love seems to forget themselves because they forget that they still have self to be loved as well, mysteriously true.. i experienced being inlove and forget myself, i do remember that i fell in love with my bestfriend, its so hard to tell it to her i spend almost all of my effort to win her in my own way, sometimes my bestfriend had a date with someone and i was asked by her to fetch her up i waited for almost 5 hours in the park until midnight because they're enjoying their company, outside im trying my best to project im okey but inside im dying because i saw my besfriend's face enlightened happy more than in my company, i tried everything to hold my tears but fortunately i did hold back the tears, but i was tore apart when he kissed her............. after that night i told my besfriend what i really felt then she told me to stop, and she left me broken and spilled out, what should i do? i do nothing..... i just let the time pass by to move on eventually i did........ is this really a mystery of love? love and hurt goes together... another instance a person rejected the one whom you really wanted the most, another one you love but she love someone and that someone love another one, another one she loves you but you dont care. love is the real deal the strongest man in the world will cry because of love...... love is the greatest weapon but it was the most destructive enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-2699483634110932154?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/2699483634110932154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=2699483634110932154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/2699483634110932154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/2699483634110932154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/2008/04/falle-in-love-with-bestfriend-love.html' title='falle in love with bestfriend:  LOVE swerved wrong'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBRb3wgkdpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EudLHeQsQ-k/s72-c/persistence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923119033911380040.post-8977145402704387990</id><published>2008-04-27T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:25:16.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little song for everyone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBRUZAgkdoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vFko6i-rE0U/s1600-h/Picture+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBRUZAgkdoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vFko6i-rE0U/s400/Picture+25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193869058875094658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   God Made Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was no accident, no happenstance I was in God's plan and He doesn't make junk ever,&lt;br /&gt;I was born to be a successful human being, I am a body special, uniques definitely one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;and i love me that is essential so that I might love you too, I have talents, potentials yes! there is greatness in me and if I harness that speacialness then I write my name in the sand of time with my deeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3923119033911380040-8977145402704387990?l=bjorn11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/feeds/8977145402704387990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3923119033911380040&amp;postID=8977145402704387990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/8977145402704387990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3923119033911380040/posts/default/8977145402704387990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjorn11.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-song-for-everyone.html' title='A little song for everyone..'/><author><name>Missionary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719871614432241406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c801Yvj9Pbc/SBRUZAgkdoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vFko6i-rE0U/s72-c/Picture+25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
