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href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2011/12/21-things-jesus-wants-every-sinner-to.html' title='21 Things Jesus Wants Every Sinner To Know'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-7348608560973875286</id><published>2011-03-14T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T18:13:19.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>unknown to the world...this seems to be a neutral place...to pour my heart out to a faceless audience...when all HE really wanted...was for me to run to HIM instead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-7348608560973875286?l=hazella.blogspot.com' 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all times, and a brother is born for adversity. - Proverbs 17:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am in there again," I told my friend. "The pit." A time when no one can cheer you up and you wonder if there ever was or is a God. Have you ever had such times? Discouragement can be devastating even to the best of saints. It can bring us so low. The writer of Proverbs phrased it well when he said, "Hope deferred makes the heart sick" (Prov. 13:12). When we get so low that we despair of our belief, we can identify with the prophet Elijah who wanted to die after being so discouraged with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm coming over," my friend said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw, you don't have to do that," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm coming over. We're going to pray."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 30 minutes later my friend walked in the door. We sat down on the living room floor and simply lay on our backs as my friend began to pray. I didn't feel like praying. I was too deep in the pit. All I could do was listen. After awhile my friend was quiet. We both sat quietly for ten to fifteen minutes, praying quietly to ourselves. Suddenly my friend said, "First Thessalonians 5:24!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What verse is that?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know," she said. "That is the verse He spoke to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my Bible and looked up the verse. "The one who calls you is faithful and He will do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed. Can He be so personal? Can He care that much? That night I grew more in my love of my two friends, not to mention being brought out of the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend who is there when you need somebody at any hour of the day? Are you there for your friend? Ask the Lord how you can be a better friend to someone today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-117617205010324397?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/117617205010324397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=117617205010324397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/117617205010324397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/117617205010324397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2007/04/have-you-found-your-jonathan.html' title='have you found your Jonathan?'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-116305553627630048</id><published>2006-11-09T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:58:56.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makita..hehe</title><content type='html'>Warning! You may be surprised to see these lyrics but anyway been hearing this on some of the Singing Contests so I just put it here. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makita Kang Muli (Panday Theme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: 1&lt;br /&gt;Bawat sandali ng / aking buhay&lt;br /&gt;Pagmamahal mo / ang aking taglay&lt;br /&gt;San man mapadpad ng hanging&lt;br /&gt;Hindi / magbabago aking pagtingin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Pangako natin /sa Maykapal&lt;br /&gt;Na tayo lamang sa habang buhay /&lt;br /&gt;Maghintay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Ipaglalaban ko ang ating pagibig&lt;br /&gt;Maghintay ka lamang ako’y darating&lt;br /&gt;Pagkat sa isang taong mahal mo&lt;br /&gt;Ng buong puso&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ay gagawin&lt;br /&gt;Makita kang muli, Makita kang muli,&lt;br /&gt;Makita kang muli..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain: 2&lt;br /&gt;Puso’y nagdurusa, nangungulila&lt;br /&gt;Iniisip ka pag nagiisa&lt;br /&gt;Inaalala mga sandali&lt;br /&gt;Nang tayo ay magkapiling&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang gabay sa akin tuwina&lt;br /&gt;Ang aking ilaw sa gabing mapanglaw&lt;br /&gt;Tanging ikaw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Ipaglalaban ko ang ating pagibig&lt;br /&gt;Maghintay ka lamang ako’y darating&lt;br /&gt;Pagkat sa isang taong mahal mo&lt;br /&gt;Ng buong puso&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ay gagawin&lt;br /&gt;Makita kang muli, Makita kang muli,&lt;br /&gt;Makita kang muli.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music and Lyrics by: Jimmy Antiporda&lt;br /&gt;Artist/Band: Sugar Free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-116305553627630048?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/116305553627630048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=116305553627630048' title='2 Comments'/><link 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nice, actually. july1 started off with this crazy surpirse party that Thy Marketplace, WIN-Marikina and basically the loved ones of TIta Sandy organized separately (or otherwise) for her. :) Making someone so happy you can already see the glow on their faces is such a delight.  it's not simply because you know that you were a part of something that brought joy to another person.  it's something more than that...it's also the knowledge that these moments are to be remembered...for each life, each second is never to be wasted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month also i experienced a kind of shift or change, professionally...there was this client that i had to go to three times in a week.  it created something new once again for my work.  perhaps this was God's way of saying or reminding us that we really have to go out into the world...share our lives, share the goodness of God...if this experience also is God's testing ground, i accept it willingly Lord...that i may be molded into Your image...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, the process is not easy and quick...but this morning, i am grateful He whispered into my heart...the striking question i leave you...While we await for the future glory of heaven, do we treat life like it's a living hell or do we enjoy the days we are granted to live with and for God?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can't answer it, then ask again, do you have Jesus inside your hearts that will give you peace and love all the days of your lives?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-115427860756490985?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/115427860756490985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=115427860756490985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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smiles&lt;br /&gt;But did you know my heart’s beating so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be so far away from you…&lt;br /&gt;We could shake hands but still&lt;br /&gt;Are your eyes searching for someone somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To be so far away from you…&lt;br /&gt;An overwhelming sadness that chokes&lt;br /&gt;The tiny joys of seeing you here, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be so far away from you…&lt;br /&gt;To have no idea how you’re doing today&lt;br /&gt;What makes you happy, or makes you sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be so far away from you..&lt;br /&gt;Struggling if you will even remember&lt;br /&gt;Another name like mine, a face in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be so far away from you…&lt;br /&gt;When even a message of “I’ll miss you”&lt;br /&gt;I’m not at liberty to do, not a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be so far away from you…&lt;br /&gt;I could wish that I could at least&lt;br /&gt;Say a decent goodbye, a hug or something of the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be so far away from you..&lt;br /&gt;Let me cherish the few moments of happiness&lt;br /&gt;And the hope that you too are filled with so much joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be so far away from you..&lt;br /&gt;My only prayer is that GOD will truly&lt;br /&gt;Keep you away from all probable harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be so far away from you…&lt;br /&gt;Is this His way of realigning our minds?&lt;br /&gt;To focus on Him, our heart’s first priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be so far away from you…&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to a silent cry that someday&lt;br /&gt;If it’s not you and me, then we’ll find our God’s best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be so far away from you…&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is trust in God’s mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;That in time, He shall do His perfect will for both of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361945.post-115152539410940751</id><published>2006-06-29T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T04:09:54.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;hazel angela --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benevolent to a fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, these tests. or whatever you call them are interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when you feel like pondering your "luck", your characteristics, your temper, or your "definition", you take a test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang tanong lang, how true or accurate are these? whimsical ba or based on psychological tests? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the funny thing about this specific test is that you can type in your name and receive different answers. okay, talk about accuracy! ahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay, maybe i need to sleep na..hehe. have to wake up early tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all and gudnyt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Would or should i be praying for sweet dreams? hmmm ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-115152539410940751?l=hazella.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361945.post-115109070790456649</id><published>2006-06-24T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T03:25:07.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogthing from barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-115109070790456649?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/115109070790456649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=115109070790456649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/115109070790456649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/115109070790456649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogthing-from-barbie.html' title='blogthing from barbie'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-114708447325151922</id><published>2006-05-08T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:34:33.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from a retreat...</title><content type='html'>we just got back from a Re-Encounter Retreat last last weekend but since i'm updating this blog only now, this piece of news still is relatively new. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;you may ask what is a Re-Encounter Retreat. i'm sure one way or another you have heard of the term retreat and is associated with spiritual things. the objective of a retreat, as the word suggests, is that you get out of the "world" for a while and try to find some meaning or answers to questions you may have in your heart and mind.  that was just the case this time.&lt;br /&gt;since most of the participants are workers in the church, it was also an opportunity for them to just have some peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;if there was one thing i went home with from that retreat was the reassurance that i am loved so much by the Lord of heaven and earth and just as the Holy Scripture says, "nothing can separate us from the love of Christ!".  i find my worth in Jesus and not by anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so inspired i got to write this poem...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING BEFORE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;Let me sit O Lord at Your feet&lt;br /&gt;For there I know I can weep&lt;br /&gt;Cry out hurts and even confusion&lt;br /&gt;A heart that's full of contrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart and ears hear You speak&lt;br /&gt;Find my strength when I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;It's Your grace and wisdom I'll expect&lt;br /&gt;Make whole what was broken and wrecked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know You even more deeply&lt;br /&gt;To be forever in awe of Your majesty&lt;br /&gt;Yet also to feel Your nearness now&lt;br /&gt;Tells me that truly I am loved by Thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that You let me be Your child&lt;br /&gt;And called me before the earth's foundation&lt;br /&gt;I declare now You're more than, beyond kind&lt;br /&gt;Because only in You rests my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hazella, may '06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-114708447325151922?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/114708447325151922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=114708447325151922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/114708447325151922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/114708447325151922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-retreat.html' title='from a retreat...'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-114530152713605928</id><published>2006-04-18T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T03:21:18.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moments of love...when you're just friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;moments of love...when you're just friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i was able to watch both those movies. one tagalog, the other foreign. moments of love with ate emie, kuya neil, ate jessie and nina. just friends with ate jessie only. marked differences, but i probably won't expund on that.&lt;br /&gt;more than anything, when i leave the theaterhouse, weird as it may seem, i always try to find the reason or morale behind the stories.&lt;br /&gt;blame the habit of making a written report during hughschool where you identify all the elements of a story down to the vocabulary! hehe.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cinematography in moments of love was really good. the nature and portrayal of the 1950's were nicely done. plus, i've always liked the idea of living in the past, if only for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the clincher of the movie was the line of divina: :"Ang pag-ibig walang nalalamang panahon o wakas". or something to that effect. it's like the Magpakailanman tagline that should always be mentioned every episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco said, "for others, love is a choice. for me, it is destiny."&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to ask the scriptwriter, uhm. define destiny please. is it the same as serendipity, or as sometimes used in the "christian world", God's will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i think, love is always a choice. God may have set apart a special person for you to be with the rest of your life but if you or that partner decided otherwise to look elsewhere and not trust that there's someone who's the BEST for you, then you've made your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as is Just Friends, you can always decide if you're going to stay on the "friends zone" or move toward a romantic relationship. either way, there are consequences, outcomes you may or may not like.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny though, that Chris reynolds said near the ending of the story that, "When you love, you lay it out hoping they would return the same feeling but not completely sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like the text msg i received days before:&lt;br /&gt;"falling in love is making a stand...&lt;br /&gt;when you love someone, you don't say "I LOVE YOU, take my love"&lt;br /&gt;instead you say, " Here's my heart and open hand. take it or leave it...&lt;br /&gt;I WILL LOVE YOU JUST THE SAME..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and loving just the same, whether friends or lovers, is also a choice to be brave and show even tell what you are inside. what and who we are sometimes does not guarantee that we'll be loved back but it's the only thing we can offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is why we continually trust that we find the best God has in store for us who can completely accept us and even complement our personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;romans 8:28 "for God works for the best of those who love Him..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-114530152713605928?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/114530152713605928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=114530152713605928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/114530152713605928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/114530152713605928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2006/04/moments-of-lovewhen-youre-just-friends.html' title='moments of love...when you&apos;re just friends'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-114354616540256492</id><published>2006-03-28T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:42:45.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to miss or not to miss someone. hehe</title><content type='html'>There's this text message that was forwarded to me "&lt;em&gt;SAYING &lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;/strong&gt; HAS BEEN USED SO MANY TIMES THAT THE ESSENCE OF WHICH HAS ALREADY BEEN LOST...BUT WHEN I SAY I MISS YOU, I'M REALLY TRYING TO TELL YOU &lt;strong&gt;'LAM MO, HINAHANAP KA NG PUSO KO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought it possible that you can already miss someone who you have met and known for only a short time.  it may seem weird to you.  i don't know...  but perhaps, much of the missing part comes from the loneliness that realization that the possibility for an ideal deeper kind of friendship was put off because you or that other person had to leave... and maybe it gets lonely enough to know for a fact that you are helpless in that situation - you aren't in control of his/her decision and therefore can't convince him/her to stay...&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day, we take a huge step of faith and muster the courage to believe that indeed everything will eventually be of good to those who believe, including you, him/her, and other people in both your lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me think though of the implications of trusting in the sovereignty of God.  somehow, a little part of you questions the necessity or reason behind the scenario set before you.  man is naturally inquisitive, i think.  i am too, admittedly.  however, we can only ask so many questions because our minds are limited.  but just as Adam and Eve sinned for disobeying God's rule not to eat the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, God will continue to redeem us.  even as we are on the verge of doubt or disbelief, God will show Himself strong and true and all-powerful for He will save us when we have learned to acknowledge that God knows best and wants to give us only the best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-114354616540256492?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/114354616540256492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=114354616540256492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/114354616540256492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/114354616540256492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-miss-or-not-to-miss-someone-hehe.html' title='to miss or not to miss someone. hehe'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-113924840427883277</id><published>2006-02-06T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:53:24.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of stings and love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*got this from Gilbert's friendster bulletin board post...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"LOVE STINGS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;There was a man who saw a scorpion floundering around in the water. He decided to save it by stretching his finger, but the scorpion stung him. The man still tried to get the scoripion out of the water, but the scorpion stung him again. Another man nearby told him to stop saving the scorpion but the man said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"It is the nature of the scorpion to sting, it is my nature to love.Why should I give up my nature to love just because it is the nature of the scorpion to sting?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*oh how i wish we can always just look beyond our pain and continue loving regardless...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-113924840427883277?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/113924840427883277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=113924840427883277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/113924840427883277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/113924840427883277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2006/02/of-stings-and-love.html' title='of stings and love'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-113815755844202920</id><published>2006-01-25T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:52:38.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He who can no longer listen to his brother will soon no longer be listening to God, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Citation: Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Leadership, Vol. 16, no. 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;REFLECTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maybe it's high time i stop thinking about myself but start reaching out to others who are just waiting for someone to tap their shoulders and say, "Kamusta ka na?" and really listen to what that other person has to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sometimes, if not most of the times, we tend to resort to selective listening, if you can call it so.  we listen only to what we want to hear and interests us but neglect to pay attention to what we may not know is of interest to that other person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-113815755844202920?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/113815755844202920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=113815755844202920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/113815755844202920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/113815755844202920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2006/01/he-who-can-no-longer-listen-to-his.html' title=''/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361945.post-113801547777752909</id><published>2006-01-23T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T19:24:37.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"don't give up on us"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...i wish i could tell you i'm not giving up on us, or whatever could have been.  even when i'm not entirely sure there's an "us" in the first place, i think i'm letting go.  i'm letting go of feeling for you, and hoping that you'd take a tep.  i'm letting you go.  i'm letting you find yourse;f, only i can't and won't promise i'll be there as your special someone when you finally decide there is a possibility for a romantic relationship.  don't worry, i'm not disillusioned yet.  and i won't label myself as heartbroken.  it's not pride that keeping me from saying so. but i just wanted to ask you though: what's keeping you from me? what's keeping us apart?  i guess i'll always wonder about it...unles you find it out and tell me.  when that day comes, i hope i have put aside thinking about it so often.  don't be mistaken, i still hope that our friendship will continue, even to its full potential, only i want that silly smile on my face to disappear whenever you text or call me.  i really do pray that when i see you again, i have entrusted you completely to the Lord.  for i am certain that when that is the case, you'd be able to reach your dreams and He'll be able to mold me into a better person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-113801547777752909?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/113801547777752909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=113801547777752909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/113801547777752909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/113801547777752909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-give-up-on-us.html' title='&quot;don&apos;t give up on us&quot;'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-113769268615766642</id><published>2006-01-20T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T01:44:48.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>k5 </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1065/679/1600/jan%20bdays%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1065/679/320/jan%20bdays%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;K5 BLOCK REUNION!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;at Chef Donatello's at SM Megamall 3/Flr. Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(L-R: Jonelle, Grace, me, Jovy, Lea Gil &lt;yup,&gt;, Pamy, Tin, and Ina) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-113769268615766642?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/113769268615766642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=113769268615766642' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/113769268615766642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/113769268615766642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2006/01/k5.html' title='k5 &lt;bow!&gt;'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9361945.post-113743727891795786</id><published>2006-01-17T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T02:47:59.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;these were all from my other blog...hehe..literally copied and pasted them ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;greetings and re-posts :)&lt;br /&gt;first off, A BLESSED CHRISTMAS AND WONDERFUL NEW YEAR TO ALL!!! :) no matter how each one is celebrating the holidays, i hope everyone remembers that this season is not only special because there are long weekends or lots of gifts and food prepared but because the God who promised to be with us came to earth to save us...&lt;br /&gt;that's the greetings part...here's the re-posts part. actually, i'm not sure who posted it before but it's funny to actually see on the internet two versions. read on, people :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;An Open Letter to my Future Husband&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't know exactly who you'll be yet, I think of you often. I wonder how you're living your life now. It matters to me, you know, because how you live your life now determines the kind of man you're becoming...and the kind of man I'll spend the rest of my life with.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, for some bizarre reason, manhood doesn't come automatically for males. Some guys seem to spend their entire lives trying to "prove their manhood" - by hunting, playing sports, driving fast...and, unfortunately, by having sex. It seems rather strange to us women that guys think having sex proves you're a man. To us, it just proves that you've reached puberty. And we don't really consider that, in itself, to be any great accomplishment. Becoming a man is a much more complicated process.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, even in this day in age, most guys want to marry a girl who respects her sexuality. A guy doesn't like the idea of his future wife in the back-seat with someone else, or of her being the subject of a sexual conquest story in the locker room. They'll brag about girls like that, but they won't marry them. They want to marry a girl, whether she's never "done it" or done it and regretted it, who recognizes that sex speaks the language of forever, committed love...someone like me.&lt;br /&gt;But why would I want to marry someone like that...someone who wants to marry a virgin, but spends his dating years robbing other girls of their virginity so that he can prove his manhood? He's not a "real man" in my eyes - he's a selfish, immature boy driven by insecurity, not love. And I'm not interested.&lt;br /&gt;I want more from you. I want you to respect your sexuality as much as I respect mine. I want you to be a real, confident man, not a wimp who has to use women to feed his insecurity. A guy like that couldn't use all of those women, and then suddenly love me. He may be "good" in bed, but he's no good at loving.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to learn to really love. Learning to love is learning to put the other first. A guy who messes around outside of marriage isn't putting the good of the other first. He's using a girl...speaking the "body language" of permanent commitment when the relationship isn't permanent. He's putting the girl at risk of pregnancy. And he's putting himself at risk for some nasty diseases...diseases he can then later give his wife. That's not making love. A real man loves women - all women - and wants what's best for them. And he doesn't let his desires control his actions. He controls his desires instead.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to develop self-control. That's important to me. I don't want to marry a man who can't control himself. Men like that make lousy husbands. A guy who isn't used to saying "no" to sex isn't going to be any better at 40 than he was at 18. I've seen women who worry every time their husbands hire an attractive secretary. I don't want that. What kind of marriage could I have with someone I couldn't even trust on a business trip?&lt;br /&gt;In the short run, I'm sure there aren't too many rewards for a guy living this way. Society tells you that you're missing out on your "sexual peak." Your silence during locker room bragging sessions can seem deafening. You may have even heard from the girls you date that something must be "wrong" with you because you won't take them to bed. Deep down, you must know that having sex won't prove you're a man. It's just irritating to no one else seems to know it, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;But someone else does know it. I know it. And in the end, I'm the only someone who matters.&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not as narrow-minded as those guys who say they'll only marry a virgin. Society isn't too supportive of virginity, especially male virginity. I can forgive mistakes in your past. But I'm interested in your future, starting now. When I meet you, I want you to be a man who has made a conscious decision to wait...out of love for our future family and commitment to marriage. And I want you to be a real man, who's developed the control, maturity and unselfishness that waiting brings. They may not be popular traits in the locker room, but they're popular with me. They'll make you a better husband, and a better father. To me, that's sexy.&lt;br /&gt;I've abstained from sex all these years, and it hasn't been for the lack of offers. I've had plenty of opportunities, and saying "no" hasn't always been easy. I'm sure it's not always easy for you, either. But it will make our marriage so much stronger. Sex will be our gift to each other, our exclusive "language." It'll belong to us, not "us and everyone else we ever dated."&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for waiting for me, I promise you won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;-Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/thevirginclub/FutureHubby.htm"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/thevirginclub/FutureHubby.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Letter to My Future Wife&lt;br /&gt;To my future wife,&lt;br /&gt;I found myself thinking about you today. Wondering where you are, what you’re thinking and doing. It hurts a little not to be with you, but I can live with that for now, knowing that we’ll spend the rest of our lives together. I’m writing this letter to help you understand what I’ve been thinking about and why. I probably don’t know all the right things to say, but my feelings and words are from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I find myself thinking about you more and more. The very idea of you provides a much needed break from the pressures of dating, relationships and life. In the midst of it all – the thought of you calms and refreshes me – makes me smile, in spite of my situation and surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds crazy, but I picture you – your smile, the way you pull your hair behind your ear, your wonderful laugh, even when my jokes aren’t funny. I can’t help but wonder what our children will look like&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone out with other girls, but something always seems to be missing. I go out and have fun but the idea of you and our future together is always in my thoughts. It keeps me focused and on track, aware of who I am and what’s important.&lt;br /&gt;And loving you, without ever having met you, makes me want to be deserving of your love. So I wait for you – in mind, body, and soul.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t usually talk or write like this, but my mind and heart are racing with anticipation. Because I love you, because I know you’re out there. Because the very thought of you makes my pulse race, my palms sweat, my stomach flip like I’m on a roller coaster. And what better way to show that I’ve always loved you than to save myself for you – completely. And I hope that you’re doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;I know waiting isn’t easy. We’re taught to expect instant gratification. We’re told we shouldn’t have to wait – for anything. Too often we act on feelings or impulses, sacrificing the future by buying into the lie that sex equals love, leaving little room for commitment or marriage. But that’s not love and that’s not why I’m thinking about and waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for you because I love you unconditionally. And I need you to know that what matters to me is not where you’ve been or what you’ve done, but where you’re going. Maybe you didn’t know I existed. Or you thought that we’d found each other, only to realize later that what you discovered wasn’t true love. Real love is so different from infatuation or simple pleasure. It isn’t abusive or selfish or purely physical. Real love involves mutual respect, affection, trust, equality, and a shared spirituality. Real love doesn’t revolve around sex! Real love grows into a relationship where sexual intimacy will only serve to express that love – marriage.&lt;br /&gt;I talked with a friend the other day about chastity – modesty and purity in our thoughts, words, the way we dress and act – how it’s a building block for a perfect love that casts out all fear. And sex before marriage brings many fears – pregnancy, STDs, the emotional scars associated with broken relationships. So, in the search for perfect love, it only makes sense to practice chastity and wait until you’re married to give yourself to the person you love. And --- OUR marriage will bring with it the promise of forever. We will give ourselves to one another completely, become best friends – soul mates. So even though we may be apart right now, by living chastely for each other in the present we can build our future together.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in the middle of doing something when you stop to think, “This would be perfect if….?” Those words come to mind often – for example, on a Fall day, with leaves covering the ground and crisp, cool breezes blowing, and I think, “This would be perfect if…. She were here.” The thought that someday you will be here comforts me.&lt;br /&gt;And… I want that same thought to comfort you. Whether you realize it or not, I’ve been there in your thoughts, that shiver or the goosebumps you get every once in a while – in the long daydream or a lingering glance. You don’t have to wonder anymore, because I’m real, I love you and I am waiting for you – in every way. And now that you know I’m here, I hope you’ll do the same. Whenever you feel scared, unsure, or pressured to give a part of yourself away, read this letter. Think about us and how perfect it will be when we are together.&lt;br /&gt;You may have been waiting and looking for me all the while. You may be starting today. Either way, we’ll know when we’ve found each other; we’ll be together for the rest of our lives and the wait will have been worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;All My Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Future Husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;***Teens4Jesus would like to thank &lt;a href="http://www.whylife.org/"&gt;http://www.whylife.org&lt;/a&gt; for creating this letter. It is our hope that it has touched you and made you think about your future spouse. If you have any questions please email them to &lt;a href="mailto:info@teens4jesus.org"&gt;info@teens4jesus.org&lt;/a&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;http://www.teens4jesus.org/resources/purity/wife.htm&lt;br /&gt;December 24, 2005 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;have a nice day...&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE FOR THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;"Truth must become more than historical doctrines; it must be more than a museum of religious artifacts - mementos from when God once moved. Truth is knowing God's heart as it was revealed in Christ, and it is knowing our own hearts in the light of God's grace. " - Francis Frangipane&lt;br /&gt;November 14, 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hearing "I LOVE YOU"...&lt;br /&gt;Josh Groban - When You Say You Love Me&lt;br /&gt;Like the sound of silence calling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hear your voice and suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm falling, lost in a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Like the echoes of our souls are meeting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You say those words and my heart stops beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wonder what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What could it be that comes over me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At times I can't move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At times I can hardly breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you say you love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The world goes still, so still and silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you say you love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For a moment, there's no one else alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're the one I've always thought of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't know how, but I feel sheltered in your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're where I belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And when you're with me if I close my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are times I swear I feel like I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For a moment in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Somewhere between the Heavens and Earth ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And frozen in time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh when you say those words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you say you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The world goes still, so still and silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you say you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For a moment there's no one else alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[bridge:]And this journey that we're on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How far we've come and I celebrate every moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And when you say you love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's all you have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll always feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you say you love meThe world goes still, so still and silent.When you say you love meIn that moment I know why I'm alive.When you say you love me.When you say you love me.Do you know how I love you?&lt;br /&gt;November 03, 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fresh extravagance...&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know that God wants to forge fresh ground in your life?"&lt;br /&gt;- Dr. james McDonald...&lt;br /&gt;do we really know how much God wants us to find joy in Him everyday?  i was struck by this statement when i read Joy's forwarded email/ devotional to me tonight. i thought about how tired i felt having to wake up this morning and not exactly looking forward to whatever the new day will bring me, the very minute ways of God catching, or rather, trying to catch our attention...&lt;br /&gt;true, a lot of people get overworked. and not that i'm blaming them but i used to instantly blurt out "it's not as if they don't have a choice." well, lately, i have been thinking that maybe it's never as simple as that. yes, there will always be different circumstances as to why some people overwork themselves but yes, i am assured today that whether we find the simple answers or not, it is the purpose for what we are doing that will count. it's never just "the end justifies the means" argument.  beyond that is motive.  what we are convinced of we are doing and should do in this world that sometimes we allow ourselves to be caught up in tons of workloads? i still wonder...&lt;br /&gt;but this much i know: at any time of the day, i only have to remember that GOd's love is extravagant.  can you imagine God being overworked trying to win our love? trying to tell us over and over that He would do anything and give everything for us?  can you even imagine that sometimes we reject that love too? well, as i listened to Casting Crown's song this day, i am much more ascertained that there isn't anything i wouldn't leave to be captivated in His loving arms everyday of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is extravagant&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship, it is intimate&lt;br /&gt;I feel like moving to the rhythm of Your grace&lt;br /&gt;Your fragrance is intoxicating in our secret place&lt;br /&gt;Your love is extravagant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: Spread wide in the arms of Christ is the love that covers sin&lt;br /&gt;No greater love have I ever known&lt;br /&gt;You considered me a friend&lt;br /&gt;Capture my heart again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread wide in the arms of Christ is the love that covers sin No greater love have I ever known; You considered me a friend Capture my heart again Your love is extravagant Your friendship, it is intimate...&lt;br /&gt;October 18, 2005&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;a poem, a song, and a story...&lt;br /&gt;the cool thing about blogging is that you can talk about so many things that can range from as mundane as the weather to as personal as your love life and still not worry that people are actually reading your entries. haha! and well, although our thesis showed that bloggers do project their "online persona" because they admitted it, we didn't have the psychological basis for that conclusion...that'd be interesting...human behavior and reasoning have always been interesting, after all...&lt;br /&gt;so today, i won't be changing colors in a single entry and the font color for now isn't as eye-catching as has been the usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...Untitled and possibly unfinished...&lt;br /&gt;you are not as smart  as people thought   perhaps you want to be    another ordinary person     is that beyond reason?&lt;br /&gt;your dreams are big  more like fantasies   like a child at night    blissful to be asleep     then awakened to reality.&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts of God  surely they aren't just fad   struggling to find    a life purpose not written     in some book you've read.   you are as intangible  as a vague memory   simply floating carefree    through life, goals unmet     and unset, sadly true.&lt;br /&gt;- october 8 '05 - angelhaze -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i was sitting in Del Taco when i heard this song over the radio: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;GOODBYE GIRL. i don't know if it made me feel sad or was supposed to make me feel better but a lot of things were brought in my memory when i came across that song...getting ou of high school and getting out of college...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your life you’ve waited for love to come and stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And now that I have found you, you must not slip away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I know it’s hard believin’ the words you’ve heard before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But darlin’ you must trust them just once more... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;’cause babyGoodbye doesn’t mean forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Let me tell you goodbye doesn’t mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We’ll never be together again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If you wake up and I’m not there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I won’t be long away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;’cause the things you do my goodbye girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Will bring me back toyou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I know you’ve been taken, afraid to hurt again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You fight the love you feel for me instead of givin’ in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But I can wait forever, a-helpin’ you to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;That I was meant for you and you for me...so remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Goodbye doesn’t mean forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Let me tell you goodbye doesn’t mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We’ll never be together again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Though we may be so far apart you still will have my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So forget your past my goodbye girl’cause now you’re home at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME AT LAST...that is so refreshing to hear and imagine, in all honesty...and finally, speaking of home, there's this nice story emailed to me. go read! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I Love Rubber Bands&lt;br /&gt;By Bo Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a crazy story I heard recently. There's this husband Who out of sheer love for his wife decided to prove it to her. So he swam the widest oceans, crossed the deepest rivers, and climbed the highest mountains to show his deep devotion to her.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, she divorced him.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because he was never home.(Get it?)&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you an experience I had as a kid. One day, I asked Mom, "Why do my shoes keep eating my socks?" As a young boy, that was always a mystery for me. All my other classmates never had that problem. Their socks remained tight and high up their legs the entire day.Mom didn't answer my question but simply gave me two rubber bands which I dutifully placed around the top of my socks. To this day, fifteen years later, I still have permanent circle marks around my legs. But aside from giving me this slight defect, the two bands worked like magic.&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me that Dad and Mom didn't have the money to buy a new pair of socks for me. So I wore five-year-old socks, all soggy,grayish, and garter less.&lt;br /&gt;And yet amazingly, I never complained. I believe it was because Dad was always home when I needed him. Every night, after coming from work, we'd jog together, sit around, and talk about Tarzan, Farrah Fawcett Majors,God, and what I wanted to be when I grew up (a stockholder). On Saturdays, we'd walk to Cubao, eat a hotdog-on-a-stick, and buy new rubber bands before going home.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that in truth, we don't want our loved ones to show their love for us in big ways. Swimming the widest oceans, crossing the deepest rivers, and climbing the highest mountains seem spectacular -but that's not what we really want.&lt;br /&gt;Deep in our hearts, we just want them home. With us.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, God will operate that way. Suddenly, He decides not to answer our prayers, or fill our need, or heal our sickness, or give us the miracle we're asking for. (He's got reasons why He won't, and believe me- they're pretty good ones.)&lt;br /&gt;So He'll just be there beside you, holding you in a hug. Sharing yourpain. Weeping as you weep. Oh, He might give you some rubber bands. And that small comfort from Him will be more than enough to sustain you.&lt;br /&gt;Because the most essential truth you already know.&lt;br /&gt;...HOME.&lt;br /&gt;October 14, 2005 &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;beware: rants...&lt;br /&gt;from ONE TREE HILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;...losing your heart's desire is tragic, yes but gaining your heart's desire is all you can hope for...Peyton...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i could hold you in my arms forever and it still wouldn't be long enough...Jake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;when your heart breaks, you got to fight with all you've got...the pain tells you you're alive...the confusion and fear reminds you of something better to look forward to...Nathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;rom GREY'S ANATOMY...all i know is that you saved me when i i felt like i was drowning...Dr. McDreamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;...that's not enough...Meredith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ouch...those lines can go straight to one's heart. like there is always that question of when love is truly enough for that somebody else...sometimes you think maybe you've loved with all you got but there are days you just wonder again...maybe at the end of the day, we just hope to learn to love unconditionally and not measuring if we have given enough or not...because maybe after all, love is an experience you don't gauge whether it's hot or cold but something you keep in your heart no matter what...&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine i just blogged that a few days back and well, notice how shifting our feelings and viewpoints can be...or we just keep thinking of things and re-think things and jumble them all together! how crazy can it get i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;can you see beyond the happy face? i have always wondered that. if people actually "see-through" their loved ones' smiles and figure that slight tinge of loneliness in their eyes. or is it just something that will always be kept. thing is, God sees through us and as much as we try to hide it, He knows. and hurt too. and even if our emotions are all in a mess, He is patient to always remind us that well, child, I am just here.  in the busyness of phones ringing all the time in an office and loneliness sinking in, the devil trying to put you down and confuse you, He is telling us, once more "We can do all things through Him who strengthens us." then we'll see another workday through...&lt;br /&gt;another dilemma,for newlygrads like me, i think is that we are caught between choosing to work for our country or for companies in the 1st world countries which can obviously pay you more.&lt;br /&gt;everyone talks about the American dream. well, is it ever possible that some people in their right minds can say "no" to that dream?  a mjority of people i think would be dumbfounded by that. well, ok, more than the monetary benefits or the possible "better future" (yet to be brought to completion even after years of serving in that 1st world country), what could be the gains and benefits?  am i being narrow minded or down-right stubborn and/or stupid?  i can't imagine myself as an AMerican citizen, seriously.  i'm a Filipino at heart, i guess or am i just too attached with everyone i left back home? haha!  or am i afraid to live here alone?  this issue has been with me for the entirety of my stay. isn't it sad that i carry this weight with me all the time? well, that's for being an adult and supposedly being mature.  wow.  thanks for the added responsibility.  nah, i was being sarcastic, of course. ;)  that's why if God is truly the One ordaining our steps, life can go as smoothly as you've hoped for and even if there are difficulties, you wouldn't mind those because you know your steps are already ordained by HIM who made everything and can make everything possible again. *sigh* *inhales deeply*&lt;br /&gt;(tagalog) haha! kanina tinanog ako pati kagabi, "may naiwan ka ba sa Pilipinas?" tawa na lang ako. anong isasagot ko&gt; "hmmm...meron.pamilya."  sa loob-loob ko, sana hindi na tanungin yung sa tingin ko tatanungin ako pero hindi, tinanong rin: "Wala kang naiwan na boyfriend?" haha! tawa nalang ako ulit, ewan, siguro, malay ko...haha! idaan nlang natin sa tawa...but no, may isang tao tinanong pa ulit ako: "Is that a good thing?"...hahahahha! kulang na lang magwalk-out ako no? IS THAT A GOOD THING? HMMM...&lt;br /&gt;ok, i was just ranting. forgive the outbursts of negativity, please.&lt;br /&gt;i still wish you have a great day or night.  i wouldn't care to look at the different time zones now...hehe...peace! :)&lt;br /&gt;October 07, 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;something i remembered...&lt;br /&gt;i really liked this song from when i watched "Swan Princess" and it was nice having remebered it again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Far Longer Than Forever&lt;br /&gt;Odette: If I could break this spellI'd run to him today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And somehow I know he's on his way to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Derek, you and I were meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Far longer than foreverI'll hold you in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's almost like you're here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Although we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Derek: Far longer than forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As constant as a starI close my eyes and I am where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Odette: Sure as the dawn brings the sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We've an unshakable bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Derek: Destined to last for a lifetime and beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Far longer than foreverOdette: Far longer than forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Derek: I swear that I'll be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Odette: I swear that I'll be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;erek: I've made an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Derek and Odette: Everlasting vow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To find a way to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Far longer than forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Like no love ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Odette: And with your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Derek and Odette: I'll never be aloneOdette: Far longer than forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Derek: Much stronger than forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Odette: And with your love I'll never be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. nice, right? :) so the next one is a poem probably inspired by that song/movie of princess stories coming to life? hah! or maybe something else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;WONDERING&lt;br /&gt;we used to wonder about love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;contemplating if it were like a dove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;so pure yet something we can't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to wonder about the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both believing there's eternal life for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that challenges are worthwhile to endure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to wonder about our families&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what they expected of us, did we miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even if we did, we are loved, we know this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to wonder about our country&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you, asking what can be done, if we're really free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and me thinking if as passionate as you, i'd ever be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to wonder about life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;considering there may be strife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and loneliness is not just some hype.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to wonder about happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not a question if our lives' a mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for we find little joys in everyday, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we wonder about love still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if and when broken hearts ever heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but without a doubt, there's that one God's will.&lt;br /&gt;---angelhaze, 10/01/05&lt;br /&gt;October 03, 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;random things ^_^&lt;br /&gt;updates:&lt;br /&gt;we went to SIX FLAGS MAGIC MOUNTAIN at Valencia, CA last friday. :) i had been wanting and praying to be able to go there since the time i saw in the park's website that there was this HALLELUJAH JUBILEE which will feature Christian artists like Paul Wright, Shaun McDonald, Skillet, Matthew West and TobyMac! and it was really an answered prayer ;) i called Sarah a day before the actual event and it's a good thing Sarah's cousin Melissa also wanted to come so we were three and set out early that Friday morning enjoying both the rides and the concert. weeeheee! we truly have an awesome GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;^_^                                             ^_^                                                    ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, i kept hearing this song over the radio the whole weekend so i decided to post it here anyway. (not that me doing that will somehow stop it from being played over and over ;) the thing that caught my attention was "when he's calling for you" and "before you tell him goodbye"...nothing spectacular, really, just that i've heard and/or read that the sweetest thing that a person can call you is by your name...haay, sentimental...so shoot me! hehe...but there is always a parallel to this kind of romantic love and God's love...although i'm just figuring it out lately...God calls us by name, each one of us and He is waiting for us to respond to the knock we hear on our heart's door and either ask Him to stay or ask Him to leave...and it also made me re-think...how many people have i told goodbye to? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Listen To Your Heart" by: ROXETTEI know there's something in the wake of your smile.I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea.You've built a love but that love falls apart.Your little piece of heaven turns too dark. Listen to your heartwhen he's calling for you.Listen to your heartthere's nothing else you can do.I don't know where you're goingand I don't know why,but listen to your heartbefore you tell him goodbye. Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea.They're swept away and nothing is what is seems,the feeling of belonging to your dreams. And there are voicesthat want to be heard.So much to mentionbut you can't find the words.The scent of magic,the beauty that's beenwhen love was wilder than the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+========================+==============================+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(PS: pre-script! haha! :) thanks to sarah for forwarding this in the yahoogroups ;)&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between the *procrastination* and the homework.. and the incessant forwards and the friendships and the calls to each other complaining about CrUsHeS and BF/GF!! Somewhere between the phone calls to oldfriends and the "I miss you's", the "I love you's" andthe "What are we doing tonight's?" And somewherebetween all of the changing and growing...somewhere between the classes and the skippingclasses...and the StUdYiNg for teStS...And thePRETENDING to "StUdY" for TeStS... And the downright NOT StUdYiNg for TeStS... I forgot--I forgot what ScHooL was all about.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between all the appointments, starbucks coffee, and Mc Donald's... paying bills and then not paying bills...Making plans then breaking plans... Appearing, Disappearing, then reappearing... I forgot--I forgot what it was like to cry. I forgot that pretending to be happy doesn't make you happy... And that pretending tobe SmArT doesn't make you smart .. I forgot that you can't just forget the past infear of the FUTURE... I forgot that you can't control falling in LoVe.. And that you can't make yourself fall in *LoVe*.... I learned that I can LOVE... I learned that it's okay to MEsS UP.... And it's okay to ask for HELP!!!.. And it's okay to feel like crap... I learned it's okay to cOmPLaiNand wHINe to all your friends for a whole day........ I learned that sometimes the things you wantmost you just can't have and the things that you look for are right in front of you.I learned that the greatest thing about HiGh ScHOoL and CoLLeGe and the working worldit isn't about the parties or the DRiNKiNG or the Hookups ...&lt;br /&gt;It's the *FrIeNdShIpS*, which means taking chances. I learned that sometimes the things we want to forget are the things which we most need to talk about... I learned that TIME and LOVE can heal all things... I learned that just when you think it can't get worse - it does! ...but with the love and support of friends - you survive... I've learned that when you start feeling BaD about L O S I N G touch and about those that you've lost! They too, are feeling the same way....&lt;br /&gt;I learned that letters from friends are the most important things. And that sending cards to your friends makes you feel better! But, basically, I just learned that my friends........ Both old and new..... are the most importantpeople to me in the world AND.......without them, I wouldn't be whoI am today.....&lt;br /&gt;So this is a THANK YOU to all of my friends... For always being there. And even if we're not on good termsor we have lost touch... I will always have an unconditionallove for you.. ~Always and forever ~&lt;br /&gt;---ADAPTED&lt;br /&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-===-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;September 28, 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WHEN ALL WE NEED IS YOU&lt;br /&gt;WHEN ALL WE NEED IS YOU&lt;br /&gt;amazing how there's so much truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;in a simple line that can soothe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;our troubled minds and heal our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;when we say "All we need is You Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord we need Your unending love&lt;br /&gt;while we're living in this temporary world&lt;br /&gt;that we may care for un-loveable people&lt;br /&gt;as Jesus Himself made broken souls whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord we need Your unwavering faith&lt;br /&gt;for the Father's will to be done&lt;br /&gt;for with it comes life-changing power&lt;br /&gt;if we continue to believe in our only Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord we need Your very presence&lt;br /&gt;knowing full well You'd guide us through&lt;br /&gt;circumstances that may never make sense&lt;br /&gt;but assured that You'll show us what's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord we need Your incomparable strength&lt;br /&gt;when we acknowledge our own weakness&lt;br /&gt;for we are no superheroes and we falter&lt;br /&gt;as the road leading to You seems longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord we need Your unshakeable peace&lt;br /&gt;where too many options only confuse us&lt;br /&gt;all the more keeping us from the right track&lt;br /&gt;let our minds focus on heavenly things above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord we need Your everyday grace&lt;br /&gt;as we recognize our life is in Your Hands&lt;br /&gt;Master Creator, made heaven and earth without haste&lt;br /&gt;You Who give everything and can them in just seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still You fulfill Your promises&lt;br /&gt;that You shall be with us till the end&lt;br /&gt;nothing more we can ask and then&lt;br /&gt;we say again, "All we need is You, our Lord."&lt;br /&gt;-angelhaze, sept.20 '05, california-&lt;br /&gt;September 21, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;musings...&lt;br /&gt;it rained last night. it was the first time i experienced rain here in the US. funny how i never expected it to come when the reality is, we're still in the same world. i just happen to be in a different side of the earth so i expected snow, not rain. wow, how stupid can i get huh? hehehe. made me feel more lonesome. i miss hateful rainy days in the Philippines simply because i know wherever i went, i'd always be going home and drying my clothes and shoes. here now i'm left hanging, never really sure where home is, the only place you are certain you are wanted...where you are missed by family and friends...well, enough of my bouts of loneliness. i'll listen to this advice for once:&lt;br /&gt;"OUR LONELINESS CAN'T ALWAYS BE FIXED, BUT IT CAN ALWAYS BE ACCEPTED AS THE VERY WILL OF GOD FOR NOW, AND THAT TURNS IT INTO VALUABLE TREASURE." - Elisabeth Elliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;have you ever asked these questions?:&lt;br /&gt;are the seemingly bad things that happen a result of your own sinfulness or God's testing for our faith to be stregthened all the more?&lt;br /&gt;are the good things that come to us God's blessings or Satan's means of tempting us to fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"GUARD YOUR HEART AGAINST THE PAIN OF BROKEN RELATIONSHIPS BY REFUSING TO SETTLE FOR ANYTHING LESS THAN THE TRUE AND UNCONDITIONAL LOVE DESCRIBED IN THE BIBLE." - CHECKLIST FOR LIFE FOR GRADUATES&lt;br /&gt;very true and yet...there will be times when you want to "fall right into love" without a care in the world...just to be able to say that you did love someone even for just a little while...or maybe you were simply scared of growing old with a sinking feeling that maybe nobody just thought you were good enough for him/her...sometimes perhaps we opt to have broken hearts knowing that with that, God can make it whole again...perhaps, every one of us had been broken without being involved in a romantic relationship...and we keep waiting for someone else to help us pick up the pieces, realizing that there is truth in the saying "No man is an island"...or just wanting to relish in the feeling that someone would actually want to spend the rest of his/her life with you and accept you for who you are...or maybe i'm still a little too ideal and sentimental and though i may not wish for Prince Charming to ever come my way, i hope we could at least meet in a field of roses or can i at least keep a single red rose? maybe then i'm not Belle in the story "Beauty and the Beast", but more like Beast who waits worried that the petals of the rose will all fall before that person will be ready to love me or afraid that i haven't loved as "best" as i can...if there is such a thing...anyway, at the end of every fairy tale, we all know that both persons know each other's feelings. it wasn't kept a secret. no "sana alam mo...or sana alam ko, no?"...but then again, real life is nothin compared to Disney and Grimm's fairy tales...when will we ever learn that GOD is enough for us?! i ask myself that too, believe me..."when will i ever learn that You have loved me so much and You are enough for me?" or "have i trusted You enough with my life?" well, here's the good news, (as Eric Ludy wrote in When God Writes Your Life Story):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;"God is far less concerned about what we do for Him than he is about our passion to simply be with Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;September 20, 2005 &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/9361945-113743727891795786?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/113743727891795786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=113743727891795786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/113743727891795786'/><link rel='self' 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align="center"&gt;Global Personality Test Results&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stability&lt;/b&gt; (50%) medium which suggests you are moderately relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orderliness&lt;/b&gt; (40%) moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extraversion&lt;/b&gt; (53%) medium which suggests you are moderately talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-med.html"&gt;Take Free Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;taken from myra's blog... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-112578526082704619?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/112578526082704619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=112578526082704619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/112578526082704619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/112578526082704619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2005/09/nadahehe.html' title='nada...hehe'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-112173542041414906</id><published>2005-07-19T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T09:10:20.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/hoplessromantic/1100462967_resredhair.jpg" border="0" alt="happy"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you represent the begining of life. you are bright&lt;br&gt;and cheerful and love being who you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-112173542041414906?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/112173542041414906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Good Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/good-friend.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always willing to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or lend a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people consider you their "best friend"!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-111975959913798706?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/111975959913798706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=111975959913798706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111975959913798706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111975959913798706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2005/06/friend.html' title='friend'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-111975899896764435</id><published>2005-06-26T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T12:15:27.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whahahahha! funny results! =))</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#00CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mexican Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/mexicanname/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doña Ivonne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mexicannamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Mexican Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#EACCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;What You Really Think Of Your Friends&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EED6EB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jf is your soulmate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2E0D6"&gt;You truly love Kristel.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F7EBC2"&gt;You consider Kuya Neil your true friend.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FBF5AD"&gt;You know that Je is always thinking of you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFF99"&gt;You'll remember Jose for the rest of your life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF199"&gt;You secretly think Joana is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE29A"&gt;You secretly think that Nina is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFD49A"&gt;You secretly think that Ate Tess is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Ate Tess changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC59A"&gt;You secretly think Lori is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Lori has a hidden internet romance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyouthinkofyourfriends/"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: sans-serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#B1F989"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The True You&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ABF795"&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to dress well and take care of him / herself.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A5F4A0"&gt;With respect to money, you spend carefully and save your pennies.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9FF2AC"&gt;You think good luck depends on maintaining good relationships with others.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98EFB7"&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be methodical in your ways - with trouble adapting to the rules of society.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#92EDC3"&gt;You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#8CEACE"&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you make opportunities to interact with many people through club activities or a hobby, then select someone you like.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's the True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-111975899896764435?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/111975899896764435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=111975899896764435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111975899896764435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111975899896764435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2005/06/whahahahha-funny-results.html' title='whahahahha! funny results! =))'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-111955164658454752</id><published>2005-06-24T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T02:34:06.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved...</title><content type='html'>hi there! :) i'm moving to &lt;a href="http://inthesilence.modblog.com"&gt;modblog&lt;/a href&gt;. see you there! GOD bless! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-111955164658454752?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/111955164658454752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=111955164658454752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111955164658454752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111955164658454752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2005/06/moved.html' title='moved...'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-111938337588505106</id><published>2005-06-22T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T03:49:35.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the usual quiz results i stock up here :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Guys Like That You're Sensitive&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not in that "cry at a drop of a hat" sort of way&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just get most guys - even if you're not trying to&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys find it is easy to confide in you and tell you their secrets&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you tend to get close quickly in relationships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/guyslikequiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do Guys Like About You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/you-are-sensitive.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-111938337588505106?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/111938337588505106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=111938337588505106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111938337588505106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111938337588505106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2005/06/usual-quiz-results-i-stock-up-here-d.html' title='the usual quiz results i stock up here :D'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-111843747140334544</id><published>2005-06-11T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T05:04:31.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elements...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1110722935_ht-element.JPG" border="0" alt="Light element"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your element is Light. Your heart is pure and&lt;br&gt;shining with love. You believe in the goodness&lt;br&gt;of those around you and give almost everyone a&lt;br&gt;smile. You are not the kind to hide your&lt;br&gt;happiness and tend to smile all day long, both&lt;br&gt;in and out. But when sadness hits you, you&lt;br&gt;become very devastated and may be upset for&lt;br&gt;quite some time. What you need in your life is&lt;br&gt;friends, friends who will love you&lt;br&gt;unconditionally, like you love them. But you&lt;br&gt;have a naive nature and don't always notice&lt;br&gt;when someone is trying to hurt you. Some would&lt;br&gt;say you are oblivious to mean people, which&lt;br&gt;makes you an easy target. However, your true&lt;br&gt;friends will probably be there for you and save&lt;br&gt;you. In school you are either the popular one&lt;br&gt;or the little weird one. It all depends if&lt;br&gt;"the higher people" find your caring&lt;br&gt;side irritating or not. Nevertheless, you have&lt;br&gt;a bubbly personality and are social. Big partys&lt;br&gt;may not be your thing since you want bonding&lt;br&gt;time with your friends, so slumber-partys fit&lt;br&gt;you more. You like the happy things in life and&lt;br&gt;like everyone else to be as happy as you are.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20element%3F%20%5Bwith%20pics%20%2B%207%20outcomes%20%2B%20detailed%20answeres!%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is your element? [with pics + 7 outcomes + detailed answeres!]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-111843747140334544?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/111843747140334544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=111843747140334544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111843747140334544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111843747140334544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2005/06/elements.html' title='elements...'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-111828019578080593</id><published>2005-06-09T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:23:15.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you see me like this?hehe.interesting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/peoplesee/serious.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-111828019578080593?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/111828019578080593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=111828019578080593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111828019578080593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111828019578080593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2005/06/do-you-see-me-like-thisheheinteresting.html' title='do you see me like this?hehe.interesting.'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-111809403723906996</id><published>2005-06-07T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T05:40:37.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow...</title><content type='html'>not that i'm making up for lost time but i figured i'd use the space to put out nice articles anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Love mean?&lt;br /&gt;A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8  year-olds, "What does love mean?"&lt;br /&gt;The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. &lt;br /&gt;See what you think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her&lt;br /&gt;toenails anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got&lt;br /&gt;arthritis too. That's love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca- age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they&lt;br /&gt;go out and smell each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries &lt;br /&gt;without making them give you any of theirs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before &lt;br /&gt;giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you&lt;br /&gt;still want to be together and you talk more. &lt;br /&gt;My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents&lt;br /&gt;and listen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you&lt;br /&gt;hate,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikka - age 6&lt;br /&gt;(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noelle - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends&lt;br /&gt;even after they know each other so well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all&lt;br /&gt;the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mommy loves me more than anybody .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine-age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer &lt;br /&gt;than Robert Redford."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all&lt;br /&gt;day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and &lt;br /&gt;has to go out and buy new ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come&lt;br /&gt;out of you." (what an image)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, &lt;br /&gt;you should say it a lot. People forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a&lt;br /&gt;contest he was asked to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly&lt;br /&gt;gentleman who had recently lost his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard,&lt;br /&gt;climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing, I just helped him cry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out that God is all &lt;br /&gt;you need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-111809403723906996?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/111809403723906996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=111809403723906996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111809403723906996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111809403723906996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2005/06/wow.html' title='wow...'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-111809357297944768</id><published>2005-06-07T05:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T05:32:52.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another one :D</title><content type='html'>okay, here's another quiz. my birthdate meaning. what!?! surprised about the results, i'm telling you. hehe. i don't know about the truth of this, and where they get the analysis of it. good thing the one thing i'm thankful for is being born. thank God for that :D &lt;br /&gt;God bless everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #bce9ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: May 17&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style=" font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 17th day of the month suggests that you are very lucky financially, because this date indicates a solid business sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you are probably very honest and ethical, this birthday enables you to be shrewd and successful in the world of business and commercial enterprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have excellent organizational, managerial, and administrative capabilities enabling you to handle large projects and significant amounts of money with relative ease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ambitious and highly goal-oriented, although you may be better at starting projects than you are at finishing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sensitivity in your nature, often repressed below the surface of awareness, makes it hard to give or receive affection.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-111809357297944768?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/111809357297944768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=111809357297944768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111809357297944768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111809357297944768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-one-d.html' title='another one :D'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-111809342259987723</id><published>2005-06-07T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T05:30:22.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keys to my heart...or so the quiz generator told me so..hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF99CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9FD2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to obedience and warmth.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA6D9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFACDF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB3E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB9EC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBFF2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC6F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;found this in silent-water's blog. hehe. keys to your heart. highfaluting.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't really expecting anything spectacular but it made me think.  whenever we ask for Jesus to search our hearts, perhaps it is also asking Him, "Lord, have i been faithful to You?"&lt;br /&gt;aww...Lord, thank You for being with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-111809342259987723?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/111809342259987723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=111809342259987723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111809342259987723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/111809342259987723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2005/06/keys-to-my-heartor-so-quiz-generator.html' title='keys to my heart...or so the quiz generator told me so..hehe'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-110969844778086761</id><published>2005-03-02T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T01:34:07.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now you know...</title><content type='html'>now you know!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's been a whole month since i last placed an entry here...&lt;br /&gt;i have been posting at my blog hosted by modblog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;http://inthesilence.modblog.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a name analysis so this time, you rally know what my name is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazel angela:&lt;br /&gt;You are an 11th hour person, always succeeding just in the nick of time. The lesson of money is prominent in your life. You have much enthusiasm with a driving attitude toward achievement in life. You are compassionate, highly imaginative and creative. You can be quite inventive and quite curious. You have a diplomatic flair to your nature. Equality and fairness are important to you. You have a need to be up front. You can handle details well. You have a methodical mind. You are a hard worker when you make up your mind to do a job. You need to learn to be expressive. You are a person who cannot tolerate being misunderstood. You must learn the lessons of self-worth; learn to love yourself before you can love others. You have a need to be up front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the case if this is true...well..you be the jusge..hehe&lt;br /&gt;i leave it to you to think...i've maybe thought about a lot of things already... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-110969844778086761?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/110969844778086761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=110969844778086761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/110969844778086761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/110969844778086761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2005/03/now-you-know.html' title='now you know...'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-110702359376969632</id><published>2005-01-30T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T02:33:13.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because i'm a dreamer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061401756_topdreams2.jpg" border="0" alt="Morpheus"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Morpheus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Of%20The%20Greek%20Gods%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-110702359376969632?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/110702359376969632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=110702359376969632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/110702359376969632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/110702359376969632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2005/01/because-im-dreamer.html' title='because i&apos;m a dreamer...'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-110582716247641689</id><published>2005-01-16T06:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T06:12:42.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the silence</title><content type='html'>in the silence, i want to speal to Thee&lt;br /&gt;and even in the confusion, You wanted to speak to me&lt;br /&gt;and i asked if i had to wait&lt;br /&gt;and You said, sit still, my child and know that i am God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it hard to acknowledge You are Lord&lt;br /&gt;when i go on with life making decisions &lt;br /&gt;hurriedly and without Your wisdom&lt;br /&gt;i am fallen, broken, wothout You working in mylife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overwhelm me, Father, take over my will&lt;br /&gt;for i know Your plans are far better than mine&lt;br /&gt;i offer now a little rhyme&lt;br /&gt;that in my life Your name shall shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plead that everyday may be&lt;br /&gt;a special day because You're with me&lt;br /&gt;the emptiness and ordariness of our time&lt;br /&gt;may be overcome by Your greatness alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the silence i know You're by me always&lt;br /&gt;then i'll never fear of what i don't know&lt;br /&gt;for in You is my blessed assurance&lt;br /&gt;You'll reign supreme till the end of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright.jan.12.2005.angelhaze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-110582716247641689?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-9361945.post-110522431158061880</id><published>2005-01-09T06:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T06:58:50.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://www.geocities.com/mystictenshi2001/glowcross.jpg&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea of Faces (by: Kutless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the city lights all around me&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's obscure&lt;br /&gt;Ten million people each with their problems&lt;br /&gt;Why should anyone care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in Your eyes I can see&lt;br /&gt;I am not just a man, vastly lost in this world&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a Sea of Faces&lt;br /&gt;Your body's the bread, Your blood is the wine&lt;br /&gt;Because you traded Your life for mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my life it feels so trivial&lt;br /&gt;Immersed in the greatness of space&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow you still find the time for me&lt;br /&gt;It's then You show me Your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And In Your eyes I can see&lt;br /&gt;And in Your arms I will be&lt;br /&gt;I am not just a man, vastly lost in this world&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a Sea of Faces&lt;br /&gt;Your body's the bread, Your blood is the wine&lt;br /&gt;Because you traded Your life for mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my one heart&lt;br /&gt;Was all you'd gain from all it cost&lt;br /&gt;Well I know you would have still been a man&lt;br /&gt;With a reason&lt;br /&gt;To willingly offer your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not just a man, vastly lost in this world&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a Sea of Faces&lt;br /&gt;Your body's the bread, Your blood is the wine&lt;br /&gt;Because you traded Your life for mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one in a million faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;have to admit, it's only recently that i came to know about Contemporary Christian Music...&lt;br /&gt;and i'm kinda liking it.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm just another typical teen who is attracted to the kind of music that isn't exactly solemn but has a message that uplifts my spirit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought of myself as simple and plain... and yes, more often than not... lost in a sea of faces ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-110522431158061880?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/110522431158061880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=110522431158061880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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being played... i'm not exactly a crybaby.. there are just those times.. i feel as if God has been so good to me.. especially being there at my lonely times and He's always just there... even when i'm preoccupied by a lot of different things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, He never gives up, does He! :) I can't imagine the God above being as aloof or cold and detached... He has so much love to give ...*satisfied smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true, my God (err..our God) is an awesome God! if there is anyone out there who can surely say that he or she has known God so much there isn't anything anymore that is left to be discovered about our Creator then i'd be willing to lay down my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i don't want to be violent.. ehheehehe ... after all, if i were, then my personality analysis of this quiz would be totally off the mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Chamomile Tea" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1078297611_amomileTea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamomile Tea...&lt;br /&gt;You are Chamomile Tea.&lt;br /&gt;You're an original! Helpful to anyone in need and&lt;br /&gt;always willing to lend a hand, you take action&lt;br /&gt;but not through violence, people listen to you&lt;br /&gt;for you have a knack for giving wonderful&lt;br /&gt;advice! Many look up to you and you try your&lt;br /&gt;best not to let them down. You have many&lt;br /&gt;friends steadfast or not who consider themselves&lt;br /&gt;lucky to be near you. You may have been hurt in&lt;br /&gt;the past but you dont let that stand in your&lt;br /&gt;way! You have a wonderful outlook on life and&lt;br /&gt;try to see the good in people which is an&lt;br /&gt;awesome gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nekokittychi/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20Tea%20are%20you?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What type of Tea are you? {-With Anime Pictures!-}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the other reason why my eyes really hurt (aside from the strain because of the radiation from the PC) is because i still have colds (which, by the way, i had from Christmas day pa! :( super extended sickness... what a way to start the year! oh well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-110512344734145694?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/110512344734145694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=110512344734145694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/110512344734145694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/110512344734145694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2005/01/hurting-eyes.html' title='hurting eyes'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-110487294117444769</id><published>2005-01-05T05:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T05:09:01.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how about these quizzes being ironic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056289817_Anaivete.JPG" border="0" alt="You represent... naivete."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You represent... naivete.&lt;br /&gt;So innocent and trusting... you can be very shy at&lt;br&gt;times, but it's only because you're not sure&lt;br&gt;how to act.  You give off that "I need to&lt;br&gt;be protected vibe."  Remember that not all&lt;br&gt;people are good.  Being too trusting will get&lt;br&gt;you easily hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20feeling%20do%20you%20represent%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What feeling do you represent?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-110487294117444769?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/110487294117444769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=110487294117444769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/110487294117444769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/110487294117444769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-about-these-quizzes-being-ironic.html' title='how about these quizzes being ironic?'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-110487230581110731</id><published>2005-01-05T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T05:00:47.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Your: Mysterious eyes. All in the title. Your independent secretive and mysterious. You appear cold and distant, but hey, at least no one messes with you." src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/coolcatcatherine/1059513158_eriouseyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your: Mysterious eyes. All in the title. Your&lt;br /&gt;independent secretive and mysterious. You&lt;br /&gt;appear cold and distant, but hey, at least no&lt;br /&gt;one messes with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/coolcatcatherine/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20eyes%20do%20you%20have?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What type of eyes do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-110487230581110731?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/110487230581110731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=110487230581110731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/110487230581110731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/110487230581110731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2005/01/eyes.html' title='eyes...'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-110486359785343301</id><published>2005-01-04T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T02:33:17.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-new year contemplation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahaha! pano kaya ang magiging bagong taon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i really don't know exactly what God wants me to do this year but i sincerely want to hear from Him anew what i am to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the night of the new year's day i found myself trying desperately to stay put and wait for Him in the silence...and when i found myself restless, i decided to put some Christian music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;music really touches me...amidst all the hustle and bustle of the world around me, at that time, i was calm even for a while and happy to have had some kind of peace with my Lord...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;imagine every day with that...then traffic jam or people who step on your foot would never have to irritate us as much..don't you think?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-110486359785343301?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/110486359785343301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=110486359785343301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/110486359785343301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/110486359785343301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2005/01/post-new-year-contemplation.html' title='post-new year contemplation'/><author><name>hazella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01581448471810080947</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-9361945.post-110252515351721571</id><published>2004-12-08T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T00:59:13.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why is this the title? really...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;why is this the title of my blog...???  really...??? well, there's always this phrase that you talk about "anything under the sun"..well, there surely are a lot of things under the sun...and as much as there are so many things to talk about under the sun, well there are also a lot under the stars..it's the same sky after all..and the sky line is what i've always liked looking at...at different weather conditions...it really doesn't matter...i look up and suddenly i am assured that there sefinitely is SOMEONE up there also looking out for my welfare...and everyone else's too!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9361945-110252515351721571?l=hazella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/feeds/110252515351721571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9361945&amp;postID=110252515351721571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/110252515351721571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9361945/posts/default/110252515351721571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hazella.blogspot.com/2004/12/why-is-this-title-really.html' title='why is this the title? 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