<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:48:19.414-08:00</updated><category term='regrets'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='blonde angel'/><category term='butterfly death'/><category term='me'/><category term='angel'/><category term='Soul mate'/><category term='Pocahontas'/><category term='My Belief'/><category term='food'/><category term='Mga bading kita...lalo n si bha bha ko...hehehe...luwas pti extra tooth nya...hahaha...'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Love'/><category term='pagerank plank'/><category term='Party Time'/><category term='Panday'/><category term='True Love'/><category term='Ako&apos;y Sau'/><category term='cute'/><category term='Link Builders'/><category term='Love and Time'/><category term='Missing You'/><title type='text'>-=Angel Page=-.....LiFe Is WoNdErFuL!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>"Carpe Diem!"----We only live for ONE LIFETIME and there's nothing more....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-6678278001378702737</id><published>2009-01-14T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:08:35.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde angel'/><title type='text'>Blonde Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/SW6aimOhuUI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BiIUn-TcqzU/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.8NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjIxMjIzMzk4MjgmcHQ9MTIyMjEyMjM*NDA3OCZwPTI5MzMzMSZkPSZuPSZnPTEmdD*mbz1kMDljY2YwZDcxZmM*YTNlODEyYTk2MGZlMTNjZmJlNw==.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- - - Use Head Phone to Hear the Sountrack- - - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-4727863635788568107?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/4727863635788568107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=4727863635788568107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/4727863635788568107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/4727863635788568107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-yours.html' title='I Am Yours'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</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-7977397556569086578.post-8196512659158021280</id><published>2008-09-04T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T02:48:55.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing You'/><title type='text'>I Can't Stand Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/SL-u75uRIfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/f7Kqi_UHvMI/s1600-h/worlds+collide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/SL-u75uRIfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/f7Kqi_UHvMI/s320/worlds+collide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242100835412943346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i now go to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;it's without you at my side,&lt;br /&gt;my sweet loving wife&lt;br /&gt;my beautiful soon to be bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was i brought&lt;br /&gt;such sadness to see.&lt;br /&gt;why must i live life&lt;br /&gt;without you next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now day after day&lt;br /&gt;my heart lives in such pain,&lt;br /&gt;because i know that in this life&lt;br /&gt;it would take longer time to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the pillows at night&lt;br /&gt;there's a lingering scent of your hair,&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me how much i miss you&lt;br /&gt;and how life is'nt fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i go to make dinner&lt;br /&gt;i still make enough for two,&lt;br /&gt;because i am so used to&lt;br /&gt;eating with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i sit to watch dvd&lt;br /&gt;my body is always cold,&lt;br /&gt;unlike before&lt;br /&gt;when i had you to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now live everyday&lt;br /&gt;missing you so much,&lt;br /&gt;your voice,your warmth&lt;br /&gt;and your sweet tender touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;why this had to be,&lt;br /&gt;why did this damn situation&lt;br /&gt;take you from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to deal&lt;br /&gt;with the fact that your far away,&lt;br /&gt;and that i won't see you again&lt;br /&gt;everyday when I go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that day will be&lt;br /&gt;the most special to me,&lt;br /&gt;because when together again&lt;br /&gt;i will be so happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-8196512659158021280?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/8196512659158021280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=8196512659158021280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/8196512659158021280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/8196512659158021280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-stand-missing-you.html' title='I Can&apos;t Stand Missing You'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/SL-u75uRIfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/f7Kqi_UHvMI/s72-c/worlds+collide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-9189995476034302765</id><published>2008-09-03T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:27:09.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Belief'/><title type='text'>My Belief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/SL9HVVpNLhI/AAAAAAAAAQA/hHRNv6uIzts/s1600-h/believe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/SL9HVVpNLhI/AAAAAAAAAQA/hHRNv6uIzts/s320/believe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241986923195346450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;"That just because two people argue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      it doesn't mean they don't love each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      And just because they don't argue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      it doesn't mean they do love each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe   ....   That we don't have to change friends if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      we understand that friends change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That true friendship continues to grow, even over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      the longest distance. Same goes for true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That you can do something in an instant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      that will give you heartache for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That it's taking me a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      to become the person I want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That you should always leave loved ones with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      loving words. It may be the last time you see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That you can keep going long after you think you can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That we are responsible for what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      we do, no matter how we feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That either you control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That heroes are the people who do what has to be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That money is a lousy way of keeping score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That my best friend and I can do anything ~ or nothing ~ and have   the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;best time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That sometimes the people you expect to kick you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That sometimes when I'm angry, I have the right to be angry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      and what you've e learned from them, and less to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      with how many birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;for your grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That you shouldn't be so eager to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      out a secret. It could change your life forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      Two people can look at the exact same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      thing and see something totally different..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That your life can be changed in a matter of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      hours by people who don't even know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That even when you think you have no more to give, when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      a friend cries out to you - you will find the strength to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      'The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:small;"  &gt;      they just make the most of anything."&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/7977397556569086578-9189995476034302765?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/9189995476034302765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=9189995476034302765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/9189995476034302765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/9189995476034302765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-belief-that-just-because-two-people.html' title='My Belief'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/SL9HVVpNLhI/AAAAAAAAAQA/hHRNv6uIzts/s72-c/believe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-6947877862802384064</id><published>2008-08-03T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:21:39.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pagerank plank'/><title type='text'>My Pagerank to Plank Nothing</title><content type='html'>I just about to update my page rank today. To my dismay my pagerank plank to nothing from being pagerank 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-6947877862802384064?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/6947877862802384064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=6947877862802384064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/6947877862802384064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/6947877862802384064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-pagerank-to-plank-nothing.html' title='My Pagerank to Plank Nothing'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</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-7977397556569086578.post-230600575914011950</id><published>2007-12-28T00:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:54:14.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Link Builders'/><title type='text'>The Link Builders...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3S3CMCQ0kI/AAAAAAAAAP0/5n-YbvphO-k/s1600-h/xmasp4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3S3CMCQ0kI/AAAAAAAAAP0/5n-YbvphO-k/s320/xmasp4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148941522209657410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Web-Marketing Analyst Group...&lt;br /&gt;with our Team Leader,Miss Talie cutie the fairy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left; Zharra (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;witch&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;br /&gt;Jhong(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;br /&gt;Angel (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pretty Pocahontas&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;br /&gt;Von (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang Panday&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness,lahat nag exert ng effort sa aming costume party...kaya&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations guys and Merry Christmas!!!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-230600575914011950?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/230600575914011950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=230600575914011950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/230600575914011950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/230600575914011950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/12/link-builders.html' title='The Link Builders...'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3S3CMCQ0kI/AAAAAAAAAP0/5n-YbvphO-k/s72-c/xmasp4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-9002949478468493874</id><published>2007-12-28T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:33:42.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party Time'/><title type='text'>Party Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3Sy6cCQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Nxx4R_QVKkQ/s1600-h/pres04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3Sy6cCQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Nxx4R_QVKkQ/s320/pres04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148936991019160114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ok,'cmon party people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Let's go dancin'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;With matching snow epek epek pa yan,ha...bonga talaga!!!heheheheheh...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-9002949478468493874?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/9002949478468493874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=9002949478468493874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/9002949478468493874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/9002949478468493874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/12/okcmon-party-people-lets-go-dancin.html' title='Party Time!'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3Sy6cCQ0jI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Nxx4R_QVKkQ/s72-c/pres04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-286630011026713458</id><published>2007-12-27T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:19:20.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing Night's Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3Swi8CQ0iI/AAAAAAAAAPk/I9lyIqVt9fs/s1600-h/pocahontas+and+panday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3Swi8CQ0iI/AAAAAAAAAPk/I9lyIqVt9fs/s320/pocahontas+and+panday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148934388268978722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3Sv_MCQ0hI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_5-WEmHx9fs/s1600-h/pacutevongie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3Sv_MCQ0hI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_5-WEmHx9fs/s320/pacutevongie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148933774088655378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3Svw8CQ0gI/AAAAAAAAAPU/i6z7DW8GK2s/s1600-h/DSCF0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3Svw8CQ0gI/AAAAAAAAAPU/i6z7DW8GK2s/s320/DSCF0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148933529275519490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3Ss6MCQ0fI/AAAAAAAAAPM/HOhNGOlVs-0/s1600-h/DSCF0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3Ss6MCQ0fI/AAAAAAAAAPM/HOhNGOlVs-0/s320/DSCF0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148930389654426098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3SsJMCQ0eI/AAAAAAAAAPE/L4LFd1oriTA/s1600-h/DSCF0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3SsJMCQ0eI/AAAAAAAAAPE/L4LFd1oriTA/s320/DSCF0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148929547840836066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ay wow! todo pa cute bga si lolo mo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party po ini,bako pictorial.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;----&gt; Ok lng artistahin naman talaga kami eh...wahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-286630011026713458?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/286630011026713458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=286630011026713458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/286630011026713458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/286630011026713458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/12/marketing-nights-out.html' title='Marketing Night&apos;s Out!'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3Swi8CQ0iI/AAAAAAAAAPk/I9lyIqVt9fs/s72-c/pocahontas+and+panday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-7857985534247674561</id><published>2007-12-27T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:42:19.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pocahontas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panday'/><title type='text'>Pocahontas and Panday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3SnX8CQ0dI/AAAAAAAAAO8/B-AtGC9Dkcg/s1600-h/pocahontas+with+panday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3SnX8CQ0dI/AAAAAAAAAO8/B-AtGC9Dkcg/s320/pocahontas+with+panday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148924303685767634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Have you seen Pocahontas and Panday in the making?as in sa personal talaga?--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Well, eto na sila,mas pinagandang Pocahontas and pinapoging Pandak...,ooops sorry Panday pala....hehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Lovely, Isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-7857985534247674561?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/7857985534247674561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=7857985534247674561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/7857985534247674561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/7857985534247674561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/12/pocahontas-and-panday.html' title='Pocahontas and Panday'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3SnX8CQ0dI/AAAAAAAAAO8/B-AtGC9Dkcg/s72-c/pocahontas+with+panday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-1001643462060903429</id><published>2007-12-27T23:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:34:06.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><title type='text'>Angels and Demons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3SlXcCQ0cI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UOLVHUpAYjw/s1600-h/DSCF0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3SlXcCQ0cI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UOLVHUpAYjw/s320/DSCF0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148922096072577474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;                                                Obviously, I'm the angel and art is the 'she-devil' -- na  ---        mayaman,maganda at sexy kunno---(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero in fairness mabait yan)&lt;/span&gt;...Kaya ma mi-miss namin ang katarayan and jokes ni art sa marketing...&lt;br /&gt;Ang cute cute namin,noh?!lalo n ang butas ng ilong ni art...hehehe..---PEACE!!!!---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-1001643462060903429?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/1001643462060903429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=1001643462060903429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/1001643462060903429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/1001643462060903429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/12/angels-and-demons.html' title='Angels and Demons...'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3SlXcCQ0cI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UOLVHUpAYjw/s72-c/DSCF0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-3204847577249299271</id><published>2007-12-27T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:21:55.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Lamon Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3SjrsCQ0bI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dec4mIzi94I/s1600-h/DSCF0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3SjrsCQ0bI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dec4mIzi94I/s320/DSCF0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148920244941672882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Halat,ta pano pa ngani pagkaon ngimot ko...pero,cge n nga---=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-3204847577249299271?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/3204847577249299271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=3204847577249299271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/3204847577249299271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/3204847577249299271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/12/lamon-time.html' title='Lamon Time!'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3SjrsCQ0bI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Dec4mIzi94I/s72-c/DSCF0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-5470920536902791205</id><published>2007-12-26T21:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:53:08.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pocahontas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Costume Party!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3M9W8CQ0aI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2QLtYUe9La0/s1600-h/pocahontas+me02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3M9W8CQ0aI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2QLtYUe9La0/s320/pocahontas+me02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148526263296643490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It's me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;POCAHONTAS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so what do you think 'bout my costume?=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-5470920536902791205?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/5470920536902791205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=5470920536902791205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/5470920536902791205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/5470920536902791205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-costume-party.html' title='Christmas Costume Party!!!'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3M9W8CQ0aI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2QLtYUe9La0/s72-c/pocahontas+me02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-4834473774319164435</id><published>2007-12-26T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:47:55.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrities Look Alike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3MLxMCQ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iz2SJkAWzJc/s1600-h/angelchinita2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3MLxMCQ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iz2SJkAWzJc/s320/angelchinita2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148471738686820754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Guess  Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3MLcMCQ0YI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2kuMp9M8QnE/s1600-h/angelnaomi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3MLcMCQ0YI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2kuMp9M8QnE/s320/angelnaomi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148471377909567874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nicole Kidman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3MLG8CQ0XI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hdsPSD--V0I/s1600-h/angelbeauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3MLG8CQ0XI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hdsPSD--V0I/s320/angelbeauty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148471012837347698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Catherine Zeta-Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7977397556569086578-4834473774319164435?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/4834473774319164435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=4834473774319164435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/4834473774319164435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/4834473774319164435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-celebrities-look-alike.html' title='My Celebrities Look Alike'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R3MLxMCQ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Iz2SJkAWzJc/s72-c/angelchinita2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-2900115431199541188</id><published>2007-12-03T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T18:50:43.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Time'/><title type='text'>Love and Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R1TANQBd3GI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bf7G7IC2YhY/s1600-R/moonlight-green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R1TANQBd3GI/AAAAAAAAAN8/MiH8hd9XLmo/s320/moonlight-green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139944408608529506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last  possible moment.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; "Richness, can you take me with you?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat.  There is no place here for you."&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel.  "Vanity, please help me!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; "I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity  answered.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; "Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear  when Love called her. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder, &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; "It was Time," Knowledge answered.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Because only Time is capable of  understanding how valuable Love is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-2900115431199541188?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/2900115431199541188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=2900115431199541188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/2900115431199541188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/2900115431199541188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-and-time.html' title='Love and Time'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R1TANQBd3GI/AAAAAAAAAN8/MiH8hd9XLmo/s72-c/moonlight-green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-2028355670956010685</id><published>2007-11-29T23:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:04:19.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regrets'/><title type='text'>Dads Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R0-13oVi14I/AAAAAAAAANo/nwWavW9WCSM/s1600-R/mncanvas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R0-13oVi14I/AAAAAAAAANo/SWyTOESPP04/s320/mncanvas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138525667178239874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A young man was getting ready to graduate from  college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's  showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all  he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had  purchased the car.  Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father  called  him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have  such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a  beautifully wrapped gift box.  Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man  opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's  name embossed in gold. Angry, he raised his voice to his father and said "With  all your money, you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the  Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a  beautiful home and  wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and  thought perhaps he should go  to  him.  He had not seen him since that  graduation day.  Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram  telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his  son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his  heart.  He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the  still new Bible, just as he had left it  years ago.  With tears, he opened the  Bible and began to turn the pages.  And as he did, a car key dropped from the  back of the Bible.  It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had  the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and  the words PAID IN FULL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we miss Spirit's blessings and answers to our prayers  because  they do not arrive exactly as we have expected?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Jester;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;TODAY'S's  affirmation:  "Today I look beyond the obvious and allow miracles to be created  in my life."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-2028355670956010685?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/2028355670956010685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=2028355670956010685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/2028355670956010685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/2028355670956010685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/11/dads-blessings.html' title='Dads Blessings'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R0-13oVi14I/AAAAAAAAANo/SWyTOESPP04/s72-c/mncanvas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-1348155313584003200</id><published>2007-11-21T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:28:51.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Love'/><title type='text'>Vongie’s Saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R0Uu2oVi13I/AAAAAAAAANg/VhsqQNmGwGo/s1600-h/vongiespool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R0Uu2oVi13I/AAAAAAAAANg/VhsqQNmGwGo/s320/vongiespool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135562466161514354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R0Uup4Vi12I/AAAAAAAAANY/IrmVNglX6xM/s1600-h/vongie%27s+pic..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R0Uup4Vi12I/AAAAAAAAANY/IrmVNglX6xM/s320/vongie%27s+pic..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135562247118182242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R0UufIVi11I/AAAAAAAAANQ/L0BuUlxlyt0/s1600-h/abstract+version+of+bhabha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R0UufIVi11I/AAAAAAAAANQ/L0BuUlxlyt0/s320/abstract+version+of+bhabha2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135562062434588498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It's been a while since we have those glorious time&lt;br /&gt;When love was still new and full of euphoric wile,&lt;br /&gt;I remember the moment you hold me dear in your loving arms,&lt;br /&gt;With a blinding smile that even it rained or shine never gone&lt;br /&gt;The time when all tasks were just worth a snap of a hand,&lt;br /&gt;And when all efforts were not counted, and temper's all down.&lt;br /&gt;It already became a childish mischief,&lt;br /&gt;When we stole kisses like thieves...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can bother us that time&lt;br /&gt;For our youthful minds thought tomorrow is in our palms.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is considered to be 'yours' nor 'mine'&lt;br /&gt;'Coz love knows no greed and all things became entwined.&lt;br /&gt;How lovely were those days, living in such fantasy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, reality knocks and wake us up in our sweet nap,&lt;br /&gt;And so we have encountered these so called 'trials',&lt;br /&gt;When before we knew nothing of; this is so biased!&lt;br /&gt;So, this previously cool temper was then triggered,&lt;br /&gt;To the point when no one kneels to surrender...&lt;br /&gt;One way or another, the battle continued, till one got battered…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad had become of Vongie; heart torn, wounded and daunted,&lt;br /&gt;Oblivion sets in to the core of his very soul...&lt;br /&gt;But vongie's love still prevailed against all odds,&lt;br /&gt;When again he brawl &amp;amp; stood up against them &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He fought these villains just like a real knight,&lt;br /&gt;Then all these so called trials became just a normal sight,&lt;br /&gt;In exchange effort given side by side…&lt;br /&gt;No burden is too much---when shared by two…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so years gone by and vongie's still holding on&lt;br /&gt;For that very moment, where forever will be a dawn...&lt;br /&gt;Where we can grow old together with wrinkles and gray hair drawn,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It seems to be a perfect portrait to be longing for&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And the driving force to let tears and sweat fall,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The ultimate thing ---worth dying for...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No treasure in this world could alter that priceless figure,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When genuine love in a lifetime was bore,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Never did I knew that I could love someone this deep,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nothing in exchange but only true love to keep…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And so at this point, for vongie’s sake, we have to resist,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;His call to let this love be settled and let hearts at ease,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For though age may be ripe, but this young mind is yet unwise,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A long long trip still awaits Vongie---a million miles…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-1348155313584003200?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/1348155313584003200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=1348155313584003200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/1348155313584003200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/1348155313584003200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/11/vongies-saga.html' title='Vongie’s Saga'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/R0Uu2oVi13I/AAAAAAAAANg/VhsqQNmGwGo/s72-c/vongiespool.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-8210089570073774500</id><published>2007-11-13T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:16:01.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzqgjqGXe3I/AAAAAAAAANA/8gq9ZMc1xa0/s1600-h/moonlight+summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 347px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzqgjqGXe3I/AAAAAAAAANA/8gq9ZMc1xa0/s320/moonlight+summer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132591259798961010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; I want to tell you secrets of long forgotten days&lt;br /&gt;When life was full of life, and always gay&lt;br /&gt;And then the years, they did not rush like time&lt;br /&gt;But slowly filtered into the bag of yesterday, in rime&lt;br /&gt;And men grew wise as they grew old, not mad&lt;br /&gt;And there were things to guess at still, but sad, oh sad&lt;br /&gt;Is yesterday for your remember good and no wrong&lt;br /&gt;And remain only with hope for the future - stretching along&lt;br /&gt;When one day you open the gate to the enclosed forever&lt;br /&gt;And your hand stretch to open it, you remember never to think back&lt;br /&gt;But to remain silent, reluctant to start to enjoy the luxury&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-8210089570073774500?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/8210089570073774500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=8210089570073774500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/8210089570073774500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/8210089570073774500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/11/secrets.html' title='Secrets...'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzqgjqGXe3I/AAAAAAAAANA/8gq9ZMc1xa0/s72-c/moonlight+summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-5372861102355415095</id><published>2007-11-13T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:07:35.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzqehKGXe2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/7Qf7EqBgTgE/s1600-h/moonlonelygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 498px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzqehKGXe2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/7Qf7EqBgTgE/s320/moonlonelygirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132589017826032482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes i just feel like dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="content"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Like everything around me is fading&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;An i have no one to turn to&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Will you be there for me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Never let me down&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Make me happy when im blue.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When you hurt me tear my heart out &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Make me bleed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you feel at all&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you care,or is this amusing to you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love you more than words can say&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But i feel like now i have nothing left&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nothing more to give&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You take everthing an throw it in my face&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What am i to do now&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just sit back an watch time pass me by&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I want to love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I want to live&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But how am i to do this when you keep hurting me..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-5372861102355415095?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/5372861102355415095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=5372861102355415095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/5372861102355415095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/5372861102355415095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-to-do.html' title='What To Do'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzqehKGXe2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/7Qf7EqBgTgE/s72-c/moonlonelygirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-4325618942614518628</id><published>2007-11-13T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:01:44.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterfly death'/><title type='text'>"Sayings"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzqcWKGXe0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/7Q6VYrqVM-A/s1600-h/moonlight-vines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzqcWKGXe0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/7Q6VYrqVM-A/s320/moonlight-vines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132586629824215874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Have u heard the saying;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a fire and lovers are the butterflies,&lt;br /&gt;They keep circling the fire and then throw themselves inside,&lt;br /&gt; Didn't they see the danger?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't they feel the heat burning them?&lt;br /&gt; Did they longed to be burnt and gone?&lt;br /&gt;Or were they stupid not to know what they were getting into?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dear i never wanted to be a butterfly but if you wish,&lt;br /&gt;I will burn a thousand time for you, just tell me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-4325618942614518628?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/4325618942614518628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=4325618942614518628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/4325618942614518628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/4325618942614518628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/11/sayings.html' title='&quot;Sayings&quot;'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzqcWKGXe0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/7Q6VYrqVM-A/s72-c/moonlight-vines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-5450806231869046605</id><published>2007-11-13T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:50:42.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'LL LET GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzqaRqGXezI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XRK-1SUha3E/s1600-h/moonlight-lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzqaRqGXezI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XRK-1SUha3E/s320/moonlight-lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132584353491548978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The million dollar question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; why is it that you are with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; If better off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; in other arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; well leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; baby you are free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I do not hold you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; although I love you much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; but if unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; baby leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; don't worry about my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; how to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; because you'll hurt my feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; no problem here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I will resolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; bringing end to your misery,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll let go for both our sakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; although it'll tare me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; but loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I cannot bare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; you suffer for my fault,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; It is not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; for either of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; hard enough it is to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; my Infant heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; does not oblige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-5450806231869046605?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/5450806231869046605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=5450806231869046605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/5450806231869046605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/5450806231869046605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-let-go.html' title='I&apos;LL LET GO'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzqaRqGXezI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XRK-1SUha3E/s72-c/moonlight-lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-7118313947202416365</id><published>2007-11-13T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:37:47.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul mate'/><title type='text'>Soul Mates - Do They Really Exist by Joseph Ghabi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzqXNaGXeyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/89zDQdYS_o8/s1600-h/moonlightdancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzqXNaGXeyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/89zDQdYS_o8/s320/moonlightdancer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132580981942221602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Throughout centuries, story tellers, and people from different background and cultures always refer to their fascination in meeting one day their soul mates. Is Soul Mate a myth? Do they really exist? Or is Soul Mate a figment of our own imagination that can help keep our hope for a perfect relationship and keep our hope alive. Or is it an escape way for not handling or not looking at ourselves in such a way that we keep delaying our responsibilities and things can be fixed when we meet that perfect relationship with those Soul Mates. Everything is possible! It is up to you and me to decide the bottom line of this puzzle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we talk in such metaphysics tone of words used, we will say we are all coming from the same source, one soul, branched out into different ventures or experiences to achieve and in reality we are all Soul Mate. Maybe that’s true but I believe there is more into it than that!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; How do we define Soul Mates?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soul Mates is another Soul that share the same exact similar way of understanding as the other Soul and in this lifetime so they decided to share their growth and understanding together. It does NOT mean Soul Mates have to be in a relationship to make it work. What do I mean by that? From the motion that a Soul integrate into life through a particular family, geography, religion, or situation for certain reasons. I do believe we choose our family, we choose our religion, and we choose where we want to be born for certain that the Soul itself will identify and in the same time you will be aware of it one day if you are well attuned within yourself. We will not dispute the reasons we go through that because we will have unlimited reasons here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Let’s start with our choice of a family to be born with. If each one of us look deeper into our families there must be at least one person and many time there is more in our immediate family or cousin that we feel different with. That person can be your father, your sister, your niece, or your cousin. It really does not matter who that person but that person is your Soul Mate where you always enjoy being in their company, listening to them and mainly valued everything they say. Those experiences with Soul Mate we already started at young age. Then we grow up, how many of us we have one or two particular friends around us at school or where our parents moved to the new neighborhood. I bet you everyone can relate to someone. And that goes on until we are adult and the dating game started. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We need to understand one thing when it comes to relationships, as long as we do not rush ourselves into a relationship for a wrong reason and what I mean by that? Well the look of the person, what they drive, who’s his family, how rich they are, or how cute they are, what their education is, or just to be in a certain crowd. All of that will never bring you to Soul Mates. Why it never work because you are looking into the wrong substance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; With Soul Mate there is no Karma to deal with or work at. All you have an enjoyment of being in each others company. The only thing you know about your Soul Mate is whenever you are in need they are always there for whatever or deep your troubles are. Look around you through the years, can you identify already someone that fit that equation. I bet you do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-7118313947202416365?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/7118313947202416365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=7118313947202416365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/7118313947202416365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/7118313947202416365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/11/soul-mates-do-they-really-exist-by.html' title='Soul Mates - Do They Really Exist by Joseph Ghabi'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzqXNaGXeyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/89zDQdYS_o8/s72-c/moonlightdancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-3460151659734306119</id><published>2007-11-08T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:37:19.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>It Is So Important For Someone to Love You For Who You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzLIMGJnbrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CI0G2Qlgk14/s1600-h/angelaniRgt.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzLIMGJnbrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CI0G2Qlgk14/s320/angelaniRgt.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130383035663347378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="author"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Ellen Kreidman, Ph.D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Dr. Ellen: I have been seeing a wonderful man for over a year now who I knew in college just as a friend. He has been divorced for 5 years and is a very successful lawyer. I am having relationship problems and I can't tell if it is "my stuff" or if I really have an issue. I used to model when I was young. He has pictures of me when I was 18 and on his walls in his bedroom and in his wallet. But he doesn't display or carry any current pictures of me. I am noticing how really angry I am feeling. Do I have a right to be bothered by this?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He also wants my hair short and he wants me to lose 10 pounds. And he offered to pay for me to have laser on my face after he told me that his ex had it and she looks great. I am afraid I have another man in my life that is more impressed with how I look than who I am. I have written on email what concerns me and he never takes the time to respond on email. He just tells me that he probably could never be as open as I would like him to be but he will try.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He loves his toys and gets excited like a little boy - his new skis, his new boat, his airplane etc. He talks mostly about physical things, never any deeper. He does see people in a loving, caring way and I really like that about him. He doesn't find fault in people and usually defends them and gives people the benefit of the doubt. He is sweet, kind, fun, a wonderful dad to his son and daughter, (raised his daughter alone) so he has a lot going for him but I can't decide whether this is my abandonment issues coming up or if I have another impossible relationship. I never feel like we talk about the really important things. It is surface. Am I too sensitive, too deep? Is he a man and this is what you get? - Barbara&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Advice: Dear Barbara: You have every right to feel exactly like you do because your feelings are never right or wrong, Your "stuff" as you put it is exactly that. You are the sum total of your experiences.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is what I tell the men in my program. "A woman falls in love because of the way she feels about herself when she's with you. Most women have said that when they meet "Mr. Right" and they are in love, they feel beautiful, sexy, special, needed, and she has a RIGHT to feel like that for the rest of her life. So a truly, loving relationship is measured by how good she feels about herself when she's with you."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Male approval is so important to a woman. A woman's father is the first man in her life that either gives approval or doesn't. If a woman didn't have a loving and doting father, she's going to spend the rest of her life looking for the approval she never got. As a man, you have to fill that gap. If you don't, she'll keep looking until she finds it. It's not something she can live without."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Barbara, you are talking to a woman who had her breast removed because of cancer and my husband could care less. I sat in support groups where women cried because their men couldn't make love to them anymore. I feel it is so important for someone to love you for who you are, especially as we get older. You are not a 19 year-old girl anymore, you are a woman. Here is a poem that I have kept for more than 10 years. It was from a book that is no longer in print called,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Always A Woman" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;by Kaylan Pickford&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"She decided to be a model when she was in her late 40's. Don't tell me I want to look like some barely lived-in face. I have some lines in my face from fifty years of life. They tell me of years in the sun, of sorrows and joys. They tell me of time. They tell me I have lived and that I am still alive. They can't be erased. They can be softened, but not erased. They are as much a part of me as any part of my body. Do they offend? Would I be better looking, more interesting, without them? Would my life become magically different if they weren't there? If I could have kept my face smooth and unlined, would the events of my life have been different? Would I be different? Do I long to be the smooth-skinned, freckle-faced kid I once was? No. I long for the same thing today that I longed for then: to be the best I am able to be. I would feel strange if, looking in the mirror, knowing what I know, I did not see a line from life. Smooth skin goes with the young for every good reason - they have just started. They have living to do."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The fact that he loves his toys, and sees other people in a caring way and is a great dad is fantastic. But it still boils down to how you feel about yourself when you are with him. I have no problem with you wanting your hair short, losing 10 pounds or getting laser work done. I wanted all those things as well. The difference is that my husband said that he loves me just the way I am and if it's something that I want, it's fine with him. If the man I loved only carried a picture of me when I was 19 and was the one suggesting that that I diet, change my hair and laser my face, I'd feel exactly like you do. You deserve to have a man who loves you with all his heart and soul and don't you dare settle for anything less. - Dr.Ellen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-3460151659734306119?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/3460151659734306119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=3460151659734306119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/3460151659734306119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/3460151659734306119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-is-so-important-for-someone-to-love.html' title='It Is So Important For Someone to Love You For Who You Are'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzLIMGJnbrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CI0G2Qlgk14/s72-c/angelaniRgt.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-8565529721554438692</id><published>2007-11-07T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:40:37.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Definition of Unconditional Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKvRGJnbqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Jvua8PLf4R8/s1600-h/away..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKvRGJnbqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Jvua8PLf4R8/s320/away..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130355633771998882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#990066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;Love without condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 102);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;"I love you as you are, as you seek to find your own special way to relate to the world, or the way you feel that is right for you. It is important that you are the person you want to be and not someone that I or others think you should be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realize that I cannot know what is best for you although perhaps sometimes I think I do. I've not been where you have been, viewing life from that angle you have, I do not know what you have chosen to learn, how you have chosen to learn it, with whom, or in what time period. I have not walked life looking through your eyes, so how can I know what you need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I allow you to be in the world without a thought or word of judgment from me about the deeds you undertake. I see no error in the things you say and do, in this place where I am. I see that there are many ways to perceive and experience the different facets of our world. I allow without reservation the choices you make in each moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I make no judgment of this for if I were to deny your right to evolution, then I would deny that right to myself and all others. To those who would choose a way I cannot walk, whilst I may not choose to add my power and my energy to this way, I will never deny you the gift of love that God has bestowed within me for all creation, as I love you so I shall be loved; as I sow, so I shall reap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I allow you the universal right of free will to walk your own path, creating steps or to sit a while if that is what is right for you. I will make no judgment of these steps, whether they are large or small, nor light or heavy or that they lead up or down, for this is just my viewpoint. I see you do nothing and might judge it to be unworthy. And yet, it may be that you bring great healing as you stand blessed by the light of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I cannot always see the higher picture of divine order. For it is the inalienable right of all life to choose their own evolution and with great love I acknowledge your right to determine your future. In humility I bow to the realization that the way I see is best for me does not have to mean that it is also right for you. I know that you are led as I am following the inner excitement to know your own path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know that the many races, religions, customs, nationalities and beliefs within our world bring us great richness and allow us the benefit of teachings of such diverseness. I know we each learn in our own unique way in order to bring that love and wisdom back to the whole. I know that if there were only one way to do something, there would need to be only one person. I will not only love you if you behave in a way I think you should, or believe in those things I believe in. I understand you are truly my brother and sister though you may have been born in a different place and believe in another God than I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The love I feel is for all of God's world. I know that every living thing is part of God and I feel a love deep within every person, and every tree, and flower, every bird, river, ocean and for all the creatures in all the world. I live my life in loving service being the best me I can, becoming wiser in the perfection of divine truth, becoming happier in the joy of unconditional love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-8565529721554438692?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/8565529721554438692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=8565529721554438692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/8565529721554438692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/8565529721554438692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/11/definition-of-unconditional-love.html' title='A Definition of Unconditional Love'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKvRGJnbqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Jvua8PLf4R8/s72-c/away..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-1029898506223004716</id><published>2007-11-07T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:17:44.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What is love?by Peter Hector</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKbvGJnbpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/C_wOH0WtYRE/s1600-h/moonlightlover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 553px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKbvGJnbpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/C_wOH0WtYRE/s320/moonlightlover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130334158935518866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" class="bookt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love is No Guarantee! What you Need to Know before You fall in Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I love you because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I need you or do I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;— &lt;/span&gt;Erich Fromm  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; What does it mean when you say to someone "I love you?" There are many answers and interpretations to this question, but when asked, the majority of people said that love is something they feel but cannot explain in words. People who genuinely feel they have fallen in love report a warm fuzzy inner feeling, sometimes giddiness. And, according to Psychiatrist Donatella Marazziti, of the University of Pisa, "Falling madly in love may really make you mentally ill." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;People constantly ask, "How will I know when it's true love? How can I be certain if and when it hits me?" In an attempt to provide answers to these questions, our interviewers asked dozens of people who said that they had experienced the feeling of falling in love. Their answers and my own experiences over the years led me to the following conclusions: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;People who fall in love recognize a strong force that draws them close to each other. Sometimes this force can be a strong physical attraction, which psychologists say is an important ingredient in romantic love. Sometimes, it's more than that. And modern research suggests that over the centuries, our bodies have developed processes to ensure we fall in love with the opposite sex, according to anthropologist Helen E. Fisher PhD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; A Biological explanation  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;An individual may begin a sexual liaison with a partner sometimes purely for sexual pleasure, then discover that he/she feels a strong attraction for the partner. In many such instances, one or both parties may mistake this attraction for lasting love. Many of us are no doubt aware of how costly such mistakes can be. Helen E. Fisher, PhD., in her study "Brains Do It: Lust, Attraction and Attachment," says that this attraction can be explained biologically. She discovered that, after orgasm, there is a rise in levels of the hormones vasopressin in men and oxytocin in women. These hormones are known for their attachment-causing properties, which led Fisher to conclude that the presence of these chemicals in the body is responsible for the closeness many couples experience after sexual intercourse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; A study referenced in an article in Cerebrum, a Dana Forum on Brain Science further explains three systems associated with mating, reproduction, and parenting. These systems are called Lust, Attraction, and Attachment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lust: This is nature's way of ensuring that a male and a female are sufficiently motivated to engage in the mating process.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Attraction: This system keeps both parties passionately focused on each other until insemination is accomplished. Fisher sees the evolution of the attraction system as a way for individuals to select and maintain focus on the most eligible partner. Individuals thought to be genetically superior were, and still are, considered to be more desirable as mating partners. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Attachment: This emotion system (termed 'compassionate love') has evolved to ensure that offspring are nurtured and cared for. The increased levels of the hormones vasopressin and oxytocin mentioned above indicates nature's intention to keep parents together for joint parenting, at least until offspring are able to care for themselves. It is interesting to note that the report suggests Lust and Attraction does not always go hand in hand. When men and women were injected with testosterone- a hormone known to increase sexual desire-their sex drives did increase but they did not fall in love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In this report, Fisher also refers to studies carried out by D. Marazzitti and associates who concluded that falling in love is associated with low levels of the hormone serotonin. But according to Marazzitti, this chemical balance in humans does not remain constant, confirming that passionate attraction does not last forever. She noted that, when tested after a while, the levels of serotonin in the bodies of infatuated men and women change, returning to similar levels observed in subjects who had not fallen in love. Marazzitti and her team established the duration of infatuation between lovers from a period of 12 to 18 months. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This research is important because it explains how our biological system works in concert with our emotional processes. Whenever we find a suitable partner, we can then rely on our chemical and biological systems to assist us in achieving our emotional goals. And when we find that our partners seem less attracted to us, it does not necessarily mean they have fallen out of love with us. It may simply mean their biological processes are performing normally. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; People say they are seeking their soul mates-the one person who shares how they view life itself, their most important values, and the driving force that moves them. Nathaniel Branden, PhD, says "When we meet another person, we sense how that individual experiences him or herself. We sense the level of that person's excitement or the lack of it. Our instant attraction or non attraction is automatic because our bodies and emotions respond faster than thought can take shape in words." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Each person is a unique being. What we sense at this moment is that the other person possesses what it takes to complement our lives. We sense that a union with such a person can bring new possibilities, which can make our existence richer. This is not to say this newfound person is the only one who can be right. There may be others. For this reason, it has been concluded that, for each person, more than one soul mate exists, according to Andrea N. Jones of Youth Outlook, a newspaper published by Pacific News Service. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; This instant identification of compatibility can take place on your first contact or later as you become more familiar with each other. And because the events are too rapid for your logical thought processes, all you know is that you sense this instant connection but cannot explain reasons for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Later on, as you become more familiar with your partner and begin to understand his/her way of being, reactions to, and expression of emotions etc., you may be able to identify similarities, thus explaining the initial mutual attraction. It's true that the initial attraction can bring couples together, but love goes much deeper than that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Falling In Love Is Not Being In Love  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many people meet, are attracted to each other, and fall in love but do not live happily ever after. Why? Because most of them are confused by the meaning of love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Let's look at an explanation of love; there are many, but this one seems most accurate. When you love someone, you value that person highly-so highly that you have made a choice to offer your resources to nurture the one you love. You have also chosen to place her/his well-being and development as your highest priority. Yes, it is a choice, and to make a choice, you need information. Information gathering requires time. For this reason, there is no such thing as true love at first sight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; However, to offer yourself in this case does not mean to sacrifice or deprive you of resources. Most people relate "giving" to "relieving oneself of resources." But psychologists familiar with human behavior observe that "giving love" has a different meaning. When you give love, you experience strength, joy, and aliveness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Therefore, those who give of themselves are bestowing on another the most precious gift they have to offer: their joys, their understandings, and their love for life. To them, these things are more valuable than money, yet they are willing to give them freely. Then something wonderful happens. By giving, they enrich another's life with the same joy, aliveness, and understanding that is a part of them. When all of these good things enhance the other person's life, that person radiates those feelings, giving birth to a new joy, which can be shared by them both. So by giving love, people automatically receive love in return, even though they do not give it with this intention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Why Do We Need Love?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; The greatest thing we ever learn is&lt;br /&gt;to love and give love in return."&lt;br /&gt;— Nat King Cole, Miles Davis  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the moment we are born and even before, nature provides us with the security of a mother's love. Without that love, it would be difficult to survive. A mother's love is synonymous with care, protection, and nurturing. Our relationship with "mother" represented our first perception of love. As we progressed in life, we learned that love means taking care of our own well-being. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; It has been said that mother's love is the purest form of love that exists, love that requires nothing more than being alive. Some people continue to seek this kind of love in other relationships even after they have grown up and become adults. A friend of mine said his mother once told him if he could find a woman who can tolerate his faults the way that she (his mother) can, he should marry her immediately. My friend is nearly 50 years old and not yet married. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother's love, by its very nature, is one-sided; one party gives while the other receives. In romantic and other forms of love, equality rules; both parties mutually share giving and receiving. Relationships other than those between mother and child, which are built on inequality, stand little chance of survival. Of course we all know of relationships of exploitation where both parties are dependent on each other; the "exploiter" needs someone to exploit and the "dependent" one needs to be exploited. Such relationships function as long as such mutual dependency continues to exist. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Companionship  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; In addition to the basic need for existence, humans have always exhibited the need for companionship. People need at least one person with whom to share intimacy and their most important values of life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; People also need to find things, we value, things which give us pleasure, which we can love, which give us a reason for living. We have seen that people who find themselves alone due to the loss of loved ones and simply choose to be alone may keep a pet or a plant in their home. Remember, a healthy plant will not only bring life into your space, but also absorb toxins in the air. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Need for appreciation   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the year 2001, a CNN opinion poll named U.S. President George Bush "the most loved man in America." Bush has gained the approval of the American people for his effort in the war against terrorism. American people have recognized Bush and shown appreciation for his personal dedication and sacrifice. But why does he do it? Why does a man who has obviously had many great successes in his life continue to strive for even higher levels of excellence? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Many will say such men are driven by the need for power. This may be true, but psychological studies have linked the need for power with the desire to be loved. Many winners of the Academy awards for Motion Pictures have said their struggles are fueled by their need to be loved and appreciated by their fans. It is a fact that people who have achieved great levels of success in their lives are usually admired, respected, and loved for their achievements. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Is love forever?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Debbie, 33, a credit collector for a shipping company, recently ended a three-year relationship. "From the moment I met Jerry, I knew he was right for me but experience taught me to proceed cautiously. After about four months of dating, I decided my first impressions were right; he was everything I always wanted in a man. We had three happy years together and Jerry repeatedly told me how contented he was to have found someone with whom he could share his life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We did everything together, took business courses, went on vacations, even saw the same movies. Living together was comfortable, but for some reason the thought of marriage never appealed to me. We had talked about having a family some day, but whenever Jerry brought up the subject, I felt I was not yet ready. Jerry wanted to take our relationship to the next level but I felt comfortable with the way things were. For the first time in our relationship, it dawned on me that my relationship with Jerry may not be forever. This frightened me because I truly loved him but I knew that I was not ready to get married to him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When I finally realized Jerry really wanted marriage, a strange thing happened. I began to feel uneasy with our relationship. Things were not like before; I lost some of my excitement and desire to be with him. It's as if I was inconsiderate to him after he had been so good to me. I felt like I did not deserve to be with him. We finally agreed to go our separate ways, and even though I miss him, I feel that somewhere along the way the love I had for him was lost. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's been four years since Jerry and I ended our relationship, and I am still trying to understand what happened between us. I've been seeing other guys, but so far I have not experienced the closeness I had with Jerry. My friends tell me I'm not yet ready to settle down with anyone, and maybe there're right. In my relationship with Jerry I felt free to be myself. We lived together like buddies without feeling tied down to each other, (at least that's the way I felt). When he became serious about marriage, I no longer saw him as a buddy, but as someone who was going to tie me down. I just got scared." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe this relationship was one of true love? Some may say it was a mistake because Debbie and Jerry were not truly compatible and should not have been together in the first place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my opinion, this relationship was successful because both participants enjoyed three fulfilling years of their lives together. Someone once said if you can have one moment of true happiness in your life, grab it because true happiness is not easy to find. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is a living entity; if it stands still, it could die. To be alive means to move forward and go where life's journey takes you. Love may die only to be reborn again in a different form. Perhaps both Jerry and Debbie will move on to find love in different places, but they will always cherish the love they once shared with each other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-1029898506223004716?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/1029898506223004716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=1029898506223004716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/1029898506223004716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/1029898506223004716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-loveby-peter-hector.html' title='What is love?by Peter Hector'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKbvGJnbpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/C_wOH0WtYRE/s72-c/moonlightlover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-8369691436063414517</id><published>2007-11-07T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:13:06.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Two People Love Each Other?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKaymJnboI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7cCd2DHQkiU/s1600-h/wara+na+su+bungaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKaymJnboI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7cCd2DHQkiU/s320/wara+na+su+bungaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130333119553433218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;font-family:arial,ms sans serif,helvetica;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt; &lt;p class="article"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody"&gt; Why do two people love each other? Why do we need someone to love? Why cannot we love ourselves and exist alone? And what is that chemistry that a &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.yourromanceguide.com/articles/love/why-two-people-love-each-other.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:arial,ms sans serif,helvetica;font-size:13;color:#b00000;"   &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-size:13;" &gt;couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; loves each other? Why both should love each other, and no body else? Love is truly a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first reason is of course the passion one feels for the other. Call it hormones, mind, heart, emotions or whatever, one falls in love with another person and cannot live without him/her. Physical beauty is not the sole criteria in romantic passionate love. A very &lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.yourromanceguide.com/articles/love/why-two-people-love-each-other.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:arial,ms sans serif,helvetica;font-size:13;color:#b00000;"   &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-size:13;" &gt;beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-size:13;" &gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; can passionately fall in love with an ordinary looking man to the surprise of all. There is something more that is yet to be explored. Ask a lover about why he/she loves her beloved and you will never get a logical answer. Love does not measure qualities, nor sets any standards. Love happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the love arises out of appreciation of qualities of the other. This love is different than romantic love, but can be equally magnetic. You may get attracted to some persons singing so much that you want to be with him/her at all times. It can be any quality, but it is the appreciation of quality that brings forth this love. In this case the love is passionate love with that quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some cases two persons find so many things alike between each other that they believe they are soul mates. Made for each other, these lovers are bound by the common qualities. What ever may be the reason for falling in love, please fall in love because it is incomparable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-8369691436063414517?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/8369691436063414517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=8369691436063414517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/8369691436063414517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/8369691436063414517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-two-people-love-each-other.html' title='Why Two People Love Each Other?'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKaymJnboI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7cCd2DHQkiU/s72-c/wara+na+su+bungaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-3464520027379787667</id><published>2007-11-07T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:43:01.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mystery of Consciousness By  STEVEN PINKER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKTrGJnbnI/AAAAAAAAALw/TtXv8IHfOlQ/s1600-h/moonlightwolves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKTrGJnbnI/AAAAAAAAALw/TtXv8IHfOlQ/s320/moonlightwolves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130325294123019890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The young women had survived the car crash, after a fashion. In the five months since parts of her brain had been crushed, she could open her eyes but didn't respond to sights, sounds or jabs. In the jargon of neurology, she was judged to be in a persistent vegetative state. In crueler everyday language, she was a vegetable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So picture the astonishment of British and Belgian scientists as they scanned her brain using a kind of MRI that detects blood flow to active parts of the brain. When they recited sentences, the parts involved in language lit up. When they asked her to imagine visiting the rooms of her house, the parts involved in navigating space and recognizing places ramped up. And when they asked her to imagine playing tennis, the regions that trigger motion joined in. Indeed, her scans were barely different from those of healthy volunteers. The woman, it appears, had glimmerings of consciousness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try to comprehend what it is like to be that woman. Do you appreciate the words and caresses of your distraught family while racked with frustration at your inability to reassure them that they are getting through? Or do you drift in a haze, springing to life with a concrete thought when a voice prods you, only to slip back into blankness? If we could experience this existence, would we prefer it to death? And if these questions have answers, would they change our policies toward unresponsive patients--making the Terri Schiavo case look like child's play?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The report of this unusual case last September was just the latest shock from a bracing new field, the science of consciousness. Questions once confined to theological speculations and late-night dorm-room bull sessions are now at the forefront of cognitive neuroscience. With some problems, a modicum of consensus has taken shape. With others, the puzzlement is so deep that they may never be resolved. Some of our deepest convictions about what it means to be human have been shaken.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It shouldn't be surprising that research on consciousness is alternately exhilarating and disturbing. No other topic is like it. As René Descartes noted, our own consciousness is the most indubitable thing there is. The major religions locate it in a soul that survives the body's death to receive its just deserts or to meld into a global mind. For each of us, consciousness is life itself, the reason Woody Allen said, "I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it by not dying." And the conviction that other people can suffer and flourish as each of us does is the essence of empathy and the foundation of morality.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To make scientific headway in a topic as tangled as consciousness, it helps to clear away some red herrings. Consciousness surely does not depend on language. Babies, many animals and patients robbed of speech by brain damage are not insensate robots; they have reactions like ours that indicate that someone's home. Nor can consciousness be equated with self-awareness. At times we have all lost ourselves in music, exercise or sensual pleasure, but that is different from being knocked out cold.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE "EASY" AND "HARD" PROBLEMS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-3464520027379787667?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/3464520027379787667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=3464520027379787667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/3464520027379787667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/3464520027379787667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/11/mystery-of-consciousness-by-steven.html' title='The Mystery of Consciousness By  STEVEN PINKER'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKTrGJnbnI/AAAAAAAAALw/TtXv8IHfOlQ/s72-c/moonlightwolves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-6414350490690661962</id><published>2007-11-07T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:37:45.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE END OF CALIFORNIA By Steve Yarbrough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKSU2JnblI/AAAAAAAAALk/I6cn60uNCW4/s1600-h/moonlight+magnolia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKSU2JnblI/AAAAAAAAALk/I6cn60uNCW4/s320/moonlight+magnolia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130323812359302738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I once had an English professor who argued that Mississippi had produced more great literature than the other 49 states put together. That seemed excessive -- the man clearly had a thing about William Faulkner -- but it is true that in the middle of the past century Southern literature was ascendant. It boasted not only Faulkner but also Welty, O'Connor, Percy, Warren, Agee, Styron, Capote -- make your own list, for there are many to choose from. In time the critical focus moved elsewhere: to urban, often Jewish writers such as Bellow, Roth, Mailer and Malamud; to African Americans such as Baldwin, Ellison and Morrison; and to others. But while literary fashions come and go, down in Dixie good writers keep producing fine novels. Today's example is "The End of California" by Steve Yarbrough, a native of Indianola, Miss., who now teaches in California and whose 2004 offering, "Prisoners of War," was a PEN/Faulkner finalist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the new novel, a 42-year-old doctor named Pete Barrington returns from California to his little home town in Mississippi. He started there as a poor farm boy, but brains, looks and football talent helped him advance to college, medical school and a good life out West. An adulterous affair with a patient ended that, and now he, his wife and their 15-year-old daughter are starting over back home. Yarbrough's story blends elements we have seen in other novels -- the small-town South, the football hero grown up, passions that reach back to high school, a little incest and a lot of extramarital sex, racial tensions, hypocrisy among the pious -- but it all works because Yarbrough knows his characters so well, cares for them so deeply and writes of them in prose that is graceful, precise and packed with surprises.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He has a knack for interesting and unexpected exchanges between men and women. At the outset, Barrington is stopped for speeding by a state trooper. She questions him, and they find they know people in common. She hesitates, then lets him go with a warning, whereupon he tells her she should have the spot on her face looked at. By then something has happened, a connection, and she will return.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We next meet Alan, manager of the local Piggly Wiggly, who tells a customer how lucky she is to have her grandchildren coming to visit. Her bitter reply shocks him: "When I was twenty-one and pulling off my clothes in the Pontchartrain down in New Orleans . . . I couldn't see ahead to the day when I'd be sixty and by myself and the easiest solution to somebody else's problem." In another scene, a seduction grows out of a discussion of why a fellow keeps nervously peeling the label off his beer bottle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barrington's wife and daughter, spoiled by San Francisco, experience near-fatal culture shock in small-town Mississippi. The wife seeks consolation with Barrington's best friend, a hard-drinking lawyer. The daughter, called "California" by new classmates who find her highly exotic, is drawn to the bright, decent son of the Piggly Wiggly manager. Barrington becomes a volunteer coach of the high school football team, and we learn a lot about the team's fortunes. His daughter, no football fan, watches a pep rally with mounting horror: "The last moron to approach the microphone broke down and cried and swore to win for the sake of his grandfather who'd died six years ago last week. She'd never seen anything like it." The deeply religious grocery store manager hates Barrington because of an incident in high school, and his son's love for the doctor's daughter maddens him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;All these smoldering passions in time lead to murder, but we keep reading less to see if the killer is caught than to see if these all-too-flawed, all-too-believable people can ever make sense of their lives. They share with us such thoughts as: "marriage was the most brutal institution of all. It demanded too much, gave too little back, both demystified and commodified longing. For him, the only mystery left in marriage was how anybody survived it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I found myself comparing this novel with the North Carolinian David Payne's "Back to Wando Passo," which was reviewed here two weeks ago. Payne's wildly readable, often over-the-top novel offered two stories, one about a burned-out, Southern-born rock star in the present, the other about his wife's ancestor during the Civil War. Yarbrough's "The End of California" is more impressive, ironically, because it is less spectacular, because it limits itself to life more or less as we know it -- which of course is no limitation at all. If I could change anything in this novel, I would cut a scene in which Barrington explains that he is rereading "The Last Picture Show" because "it was the last word on life in a small town. The last word on life in any town." The tribute is not necessary. Readers who admire Larry McMurtry's 1966 classic will already have made the connection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-6414350490690661962?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/6414350490690661962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=6414350490690661962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/6414350490690661962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/6414350490690661962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/11/end-of-california-by-steve-yarbrough.html' title='THE END OF CALIFORNIA By Steve Yarbrough'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKSU2JnblI/AAAAAAAAALk/I6cn60uNCW4/s72-c/moonlight+magnolia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-4852693077595388798</id><published>2007-11-07T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:34:34.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlight and Mystery by Lynn Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKRsWJnbkI/AAAAAAAAALc/fCsGyf2Ug9M/s1600-h/moonlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKRsWJnbkI/AAAAAAAAALc/fCsGyf2Ug9M/s320/moonlight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130323116574600770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Years back, my friend Juan Monroy, a Christian journalist in Madrid, Spain, was among those reporters selected by the Spanish government to interview the American astronaut James Irwin, who was on a European tour after his Apollo 15 mission to the moon. Monroy asked the astronaut, “What did you feel when you stepped out of that capsule and your feet touched the surface of the moon?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     To Monroy's utter surprise, Irwin replied, “It was one of the most profoundly disillusioning moments of my life.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     Monroy pressed the astronaut: “How could standing on the moon be so disappointing?”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Irwin explained, “All of my life I have been enchanted by the romance and the mystery of the moon. I sang love songs under the moon. I read poems by moonstruck poets. I embraced my lover in the moonlight. I looked up in wonder at the lunar sphere. But that day when I stepped from the capsule onto the lunar surface and reached down at my feet, I came up with nothing but two handfuls of gray dirt. I cannot describe the loss I felt as the romance and mystery were stripped away. There will be no more moon in my sky!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Monroy observed further, “When we come to the place that we think we comprehend and can explain the Almighty, there will be no more God in our heavens.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;!-- StartCallout --&gt; &lt;table valign="top" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="15" cellspacing="0" width="250"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;i&gt;“My thoughts are not your thoughts,” says the Lord...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;!-- EndCallout --&gt;    God's Word not only reveals His endless love and awesome holiness, but also veils His majesty in mystery and paradox that transcend comprehension. He is God, not human! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    “My thoughts are not your thoughts,” says the Lord, “neither are your ways my ways.” (Isaiah 55:8) I think God is also saying, “And you, my children, are not just mortal, either. You will always be stretching beyond your temporary finitude, watching for glimpses and listening for whispers from infinity.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     God has put eternity in our hearts. A part of us lives in worlds beyond, even if we at times find it difficult to stay in touch!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Oh yes! Because both God and humanity are too big for explanation, the Bible conveys far more than information and logical objectives. God speaks to all of our worlds through drama, music, poetry, stories, paradox, and mystery. The Bible teases out nuances that stretch far beyond mere data in ways too wonderful to explain and too sacred to be contrived. Full faith awakens all of our worlds and dances through them, touching us on multiple levels and moving us with profound force. This kind of faith, like a tent pegged from many angles, is much less likely to go flat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Geneva, Helvetica;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     The mystery moves us onward and upward. Until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-4852693077595388798?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/4852693077595388798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=4852693077595388798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/4852693077595388798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/4852693077595388798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/11/moonlight-and-mystery-by-lynn-anderson.html' title='Moonlight and Mystery by Lynn Anderson'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzKRsWJnbkI/AAAAAAAAALc/fCsGyf2Ug9M/s72-c/moonlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-7594026687684005009</id><published>2007-11-06T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:26:46.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><title type='text'>Its Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzAk50LA6eI/AAAAAAAAALE/2eyT85xxPqM/s1600-h/angel-solo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzAk50LA6eI/AAAAAAAAALE/2eyT85xxPqM/s320/angel-solo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129640551250979298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So,how do you find this picture of mine?I did it in MS Paint...=)Isn't it cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-7594026687684005009?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/7594026687684005009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=7594026687684005009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/7594026687684005009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/7594026687684005009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-me.html' title='Its Me'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzAk50LA6eI/AAAAAAAAALE/2eyT85xxPqM/s72-c/angel-solo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-4509424844387070536</id><published>2007-11-05T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:22:26.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>My Pics...=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RzAGokLA6dI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3D6suzzz5K4/s1600-h/wmanightsout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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But all those other idiots annoy the hell out of me.  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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RyfpcELA6HI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5Q2aDUnNKwA/s320/angel_dove.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127323369150146674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="content"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,&lt;br /&gt;Old time is still a-flying,&lt;br /&gt;And this same flower that smiles today,&lt;br /&gt;To-morrow will be dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,&lt;br /&gt;The higher he's a-getting,&lt;br /&gt;The sooner will his race be run,&lt;br /&gt;And nearer he's to setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That age is best which is the first,&lt;br /&gt;When youth and blood are warmer;&lt;br /&gt;But being spent, the worse and worst&lt;br /&gt;Times still succeed the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then be not coy, but use your time,&lt;br /&gt;and while ye may, go marry;&lt;br /&gt;For having lost just o­nce your prime,&lt;br /&gt;You may for ever tarry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-2003909888685500044?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/2003909888685500044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=2003909888685500044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/2003909888685500044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/2003909888685500044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-virgins-make-much-of-time-robert.html' title='To the Virgins, Make Much of Time (Robert Herrick)'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RyfpcELA6HI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5Q2aDUnNKwA/s72-c/angel_dove.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-3152125463748542580</id><published>2007-10-25T02:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T02:01:38.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The end of romance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;They're all saying it these days -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;in schools and colleges, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;in parks and restaurants, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;at workplaces and in bedrooms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; over the phone and through the e-mail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;They first say it as a declaration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; then as an assurance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even people who normally don't converse in English, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;when it comes to expressing this primary emotion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;prefer 'I love you' to its vernacular equivalent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just as the way it happens in the movies: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the hero or the heroine will flirt in the regional language,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; but the flirtation usually culminates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; with the mouthing of the inevitable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'I love you.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But when people say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'I love you' to each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; what exactly do they mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That they want to get married? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That they find each other irresistible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Or is it an expression of affection or admiration? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or an unstated agreement to have sex? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The answer is bound to be as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;complicated as the definition of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But one thing is certain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ten years ago, when you said 'I love you', &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;no matter what you meant by that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was taken not only as a declaration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;of love but also of commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; It was sacred as a vow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you usually said it only once in your lifetime --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; to the person who eventually became your spouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And the pleasure of saying it was similar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; to using a smuggled French perfume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today, you can get the same perfume &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the neighbourhood departmental store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Similarly, 'I love you' is now a free commodity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'I love you' no longer means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are the only one I love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is only an expression of feeling," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;says psychiatrist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"People are in a great hurry to fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Having an affair has become a status symbol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; especially on campuses.'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So today, people are falling in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; more often than ever before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And not just with one person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today you might be in love with someone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but you are free to walk out if the relationship is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;stifling and fall in love with someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unlike the days of the past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;when only death could do you apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does that mean the present generation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;is less sincere when it says 'I love you'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I doesn't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "They no longer say it to express a commitment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe they mean it when they say it," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perhaps, with culture and tradition, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; relationships have become flexible too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Take the case of my friend journalist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;who relocated in metro a year ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Friendless in a new city,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; he took to the Internet chatrooms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There he met Girl, 18, a student of College. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;They fell in love even before they met; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and when they met,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; a passionate affair began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; But in less than six months, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;she was gone, after having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;declared her love a million times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I think she grew out of the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But when she used to tell me 'I love you',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I could see she meant every bit of it,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; says my friend journalist, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; who nursed a broken heart for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;while before moving on -- to other women, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Today, both speak on the phone occasionally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; like "good friends." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sounds like a filmi divorce story! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But that's how it happens these days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; except in films where the girl and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the boy fall in love and live happily ever after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Rarely do we see a love affair culminating in marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Often we find that the victim of an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;unsuccessful affair soon gets into another one,'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I views this casual attitude of today's youth as a dangerous trend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "When one runs from one relationship to another, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it becomes a character trait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; only to be continued in future,''  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So where does this leave love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my another friend said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;''The word love means nothing to me at the moment,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "But I know when I meet my knight in shining armour, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;then it will have a lot of significance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;At this point in time, if someone said it to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I would not believe him." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The answer is simple -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'I love you' is no longer the smuggled French perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Say it to any woman today and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; she's unlikely to be impressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instead, she's likely to turn back and ask:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "How many people you have said this to before?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In any case, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one falls in love with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tom, Dick or Harry these days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- something that still happens in movies, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;where a autorickshaw driver wins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the heart of a millionaire's daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; In real life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; it's among equals (something that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; the strict father of the erring heroine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; is looking for when pushing her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; into a room and locking her up). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we sees this as a natural phenomenon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "By and large, we are drawn to people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;who are compatible, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;who we can relate to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's the in-built safety mechanism love has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unless it is an act of rebellion,"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So you fall in love with and marry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; someone compatible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;After that what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"As long as you are in love minus the responsibilities, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; you are crazy about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once married, the colours start fading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moreover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; where is the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; for romance after you have a child?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;one women who, 17 years ago, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fought with her parents parents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and threatened them with dire consequences &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;if they objected to her marrying the man of her choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Now when I think of all those things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; it seems so crazy,'' she says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it really worth falling in love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For that, we have to first define love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And that's not as easy as saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-3152125463748542580?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/3152125463748542580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=3152125463748542580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/3152125463748542580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/3152125463748542580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You!'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</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-7977397556569086578.post-7063273536518003464</id><published>2007-10-25T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T02:00:36.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I still love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once a lady when having a conversation with her lover, asked: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady : Why do you like me..? Why do you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man : I can't tell the reason.. but I really like you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady : You can't even tell me the reason.. how can you say you like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can you say you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man : I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I loveU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady : Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend's boyfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;can tell her why he loves her but not you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man : Ok..ok!!! Emmmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;because you are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;because your voice is sweet,&lt;br /&gt;because you are caring,&lt;br /&gt;because you are loving,&lt;br /&gt;because you are thoughtful,&lt;br /&gt;because of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;because of your every movements. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The lady felt very satisfied with the man's answer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and went in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;comma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Guy then placed a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;letter by her side, and here is the content:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because of your sweet voice that I love you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because of your care and concern that I like you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now that you cannot show them, therefore I cannot love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because of your smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;because of your every movements that I love you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now can you smile? Now can you move? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, therefore I cannot love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If love needs a reason, like now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is no reason for me to love you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does love need a reason? NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Therefore, I still love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-7063273536518003464?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/7063273536518003464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=7063273536518003464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/7063273536518003464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/7063273536518003464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-still-love-you.html' title='I still love you'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</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-7977397556569086578.post-4418233818384745202</id><published>2007-10-25T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T01:54:47.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Pablo Neruda has said :</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Here I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The snow unfurls in dancing figures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;A silver gull slips down from the west.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh the black cross of a ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Far away the sea sounds and resounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;This is a port.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Here I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I love you still among these cold things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;that cross the sea towards no arrival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I love what I do not have. You are so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But night comes and starts to sing to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The moon turns its clockwork dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And as I love you, the pines in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-4418233818384745202?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/4418233818384745202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=4418233818384745202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/4418233818384745202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/4418233818384745202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/10/as-pablo-neruda-has-said.html' title='As Pablo Neruda has said :'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-16648336151209386</id><published>2007-10-25T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T01:53:34.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Sweetest Love Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lord Alfred Tennyson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No one has ever loved anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The way everyone wants to be loved.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; A man loses his sense of direction after four drinks;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; A woman loses hers after four kisses.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;H.L. Mencken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Source Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Source Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; We can not do great things. We can only do little things with great love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Satchel Paige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;9) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love waits for one thing, the right moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; No, this trick wont work...How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-16648336151209386?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/16648336151209386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=16648336151209386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/16648336151209386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/16648336151209386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/10/top-10-sweetest-love-quotes.html' title='Top 10 Sweetest Love Quotes'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</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-7977397556569086578.post-1214572436501703428</id><published>2007-07-26T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:11:02.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mga bading kita...lalo n si bha bha ko...hehehe...luwas pti extra tooth nya...hahaha...'/><title type='text'>Indecent pose part I...=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/Rqk3sjrO1kI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LQ5nd6SFATU/s1600-h/IMG_3405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/Rqk3sjrO1kI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LQ5nd6SFATU/s320/IMG_3405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091662092349396546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/Rqk3TzrO1jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4tgmtK-NeRU/s1600-h/IMG_3405.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7977397556569086578-1214572436501703428?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/1214572436501703428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=1214572436501703428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/1214572436501703428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/1214572436501703428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/07/indecent-pose-part-i.html' title='Indecent pose part I...=)'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/Rqk3sjrO1kI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LQ5nd6SFATU/s72-c/IMG_3405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977397556569086578.post-7848529155966496148</id><published>2007-06-17T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:05:21.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iT'S ME, aNGEL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RnX2KidE1EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EkGszONQvR8/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RnX2KidE1EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EkGszONQvR8/s320/angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077234815837983810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;b&gt;angel&lt;/b&gt; is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supernatural" title="Supernatural"&gt;supernatural&lt;/a&gt; being found in many &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religion" title="Religion"&gt;religions&lt;/a&gt;. In &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christianity" title="Christianity"&gt;Christianity&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islam" title="Islam"&gt;Islam&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judaism" title="Judaism"&gt;Judaism&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zoroastrianism" title="Zoroastrianism"&gt;Zoroastrianism&lt;/a&gt;, angels, as attendants or guardians to man, typically act as messengers from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God" title="God"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt;. In some cultures, they are believed to be the most powerful type of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairy" title="Fairy"&gt;fairy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7977397556569086578-7848529155966496148?l=angelhound02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/feeds/7848529155966496148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7977397556569086578&amp;postID=7848529155966496148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/7848529155966496148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7977397556569086578/posts/default/7848529155966496148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelhound02.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-me-angel.html' title='iT&apos;S ME, aNGEL!'/><author><name>angelhound02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06422794043043886001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUirj0ev794/RnX2KidE1EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EkGszONQvR8/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
