<?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-10933398</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:15:20.581+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Grain of Sand</title><subtitle type='html'>To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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>238</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10933398.post-3680462257716756416</id><published>2009-03-05T21:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:53:10.512+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooke Fraser - Arithmetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:10pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;I've been staring at the sky tonight&lt;BR&gt;Marvelling and passing time&lt;BR&gt;Wondering what to do with daylight&lt;BR&gt;Until I can make you mine&lt;BR&gt;You are the one I want, you are the one I want&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I've been thinking of changing my mind&lt;BR&gt;It never stays the same for long&lt;BR&gt;But of all the things I know for sure&lt;BR&gt;You're the only certain one&lt;BR&gt;You are the one I want, you are the one I want&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I've been counting up all my wrongs&lt;BR&gt;One sorry for each star&lt;BR&gt;See I'd apologise my way to you &lt;BR&gt;If the heavens stretched that far&lt;BR&gt;You are the one I want, you are the one I want&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;chorus&lt;BR&gt;I won't find what I am looking for&lt;BR&gt;If I only "see" by keeping score&lt;BR&gt;'Cos I know now you are so much more than arithmetic&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'Cos if I add, if I subtract&lt;BR&gt;If I give it all,  try to take some back&lt;BR&gt;I've forgotten the freedom that comes from the fact&lt;BR&gt;That you are the sum&lt;BR&gt;So you are the one&lt;BR&gt;I want&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When the years are showing on my face&lt;BR&gt;And my strongest days are gone&lt;BR&gt;When my heart and flesh depart this place&lt;BR&gt;From a life that sung your song&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You'll still be the one I want &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You'll still be the one I want&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You'll still be the one I want&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You'll still be the one I want&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-3680462257716756416?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/3680462257716756416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=3680462257716756416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/3680462257716756416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/3680462257716756416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2009/03/brooke-fraser-arithmetic.html' title='Brooke Fraser - Arithmetic'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-2628697255937111059</id><published>2009-03-05T21:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:50:32.221+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:10pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Bless the Broken Road &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I set out on a narrow way many years ago&lt;BR&gt;Hoping I would find true love along the broken road&lt;BR&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;BR&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;BR&gt;I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you&lt;BR&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;BR&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;BR&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;BR&gt;This much I know is true&lt;BR&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;BR&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I think about the years I spent just passing through&lt;BR&gt;I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you&lt;BR&gt;But you just smile and take my hand&lt;BR&gt;You've been there you understand&lt;BR&gt;It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;BR&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;BR&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;BR&gt;This much I know is true&lt;BR&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;BR&gt;That led  me straight to you&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Now I'm just rolling home&lt;BR&gt;Into my lover's arms&lt;BR&gt;This much I know is true&lt;BR&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;BR&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;BR&gt;That led me straight to you.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-2628697255937111059?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/2628697255937111059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=2628697255937111059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2628697255937111059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2628697255937111059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2009/03/bless-broken-road-i-set-out-on-narrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-2597662215674765770</id><published>2009-01-13T11:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:38:34.324+02:00</updated><title type='text'>White Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:10pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00bfbf size=1&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00bfbf&gt;You made believe I was princess. This is my song for you:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00bfbf size=1&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00bfbf&gt;White Horse &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00bfbf&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00bfbf size=1&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00bfbf&gt;Say you're sorry&lt;BR&gt;That face of an angel comes out&lt;BR&gt;Just when you need it to&lt;BR&gt;As I pace back and forth all this time &lt;BR&gt;'Cause&lt;BR&gt;I honestly believed in you&lt;BR&gt;Holding on,&lt;BR&gt;The days drag on&lt;BR&gt;Stupid girl &lt;BR&gt;I should have known, I should have known&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;That I'm not a princess&lt;BR&gt;This ain't a fairytale&lt;BR&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet&lt;BR&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;BR&gt;This ain't &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;,&lt;BR&gt;This is a small town&lt;BR&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;BR&gt;Now its too late for you and your White Horse,&lt;BR&gt;To come around.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Baby I was naïve,&lt;BR&gt;Got lost in your eyes&lt;BR&gt;I never really had a  chance.&lt;BR&gt;My mistake I didn't know to be in love you had to fight to have the upper hand.&lt;BR&gt;I had so many dreams about you and me.&lt;BR&gt;Happy endings; &lt;BR&gt;Now I know&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I'm not a princess&lt;BR&gt;This ain't a fairytale&lt;BR&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet&lt;BR&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;BR&gt;This ain't &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;,&lt;BR&gt;This is a small town&lt;BR&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;BR&gt;Now its too late for you and your White Horse,&lt;BR&gt;To come around.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And there you are on your knees&lt;BR&gt;Begging for forgiveness,&lt;BR&gt;Begging for me&lt;BR&gt;Just like I always wanted,&lt;BR&gt;But I'm so sorry&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Cause Im not your princess &lt;BR&gt;This aint a fairytale&lt;BR&gt;Im gonna find someone, Some day&lt;BR&gt;Who might actually treat me well.&lt;BR&gt;This is a big world,&lt;BR&gt;That was a small town&lt;BR&gt;There in my rearview mirror, &lt;BR&gt;Disappearing now.&lt;BR&gt;And it's too late for you and your White Horse&lt;BR&gt;Now its too late  for you and your White Horse&lt;BR&gt;To catch me now.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Oh whoa whoa whoa-oh&lt;BR&gt;Try and catch me now&lt;BR&gt;Whoa-Oh&lt;BR&gt;It's too late&lt;BR&gt;To catch me now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-2597662215674765770?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/2597662215674765770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=2597662215674765770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2597662215674765770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2597662215674765770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2009/01/white-horse.html' title='White Horse'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-3533113462759886586</id><published>2008-12-28T05:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T05:55:46.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff from ed ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:10pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sometimes an uncontrollable feeling of sadness grips us,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;he said.&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;We recognize that the magic&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;moment of the day has passed and that we've done nothing ahout it. Life begins to conceal its&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;magic and its art.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;We have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its voice.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;If we are not reborn—if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and the enthusiasm of&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;childhood—it makes no sense to go on living.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;There are many ways to commit suicide. Those who try to kill the body violate God's law. Those&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;who try to kill the soul also violate God's law, even though their crime is less visible to others.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;We have to pay attention to what the child in our heart tells us. We should not be embarrassed by&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;this child. We must not allow this child to be scared because the child is alone and is almost never&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;heard.We must allow the child to take the reins of our lives. The child knows that each day is different&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;from every other day.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;We have to allow it to feel loved again. We must please this child—even if this means that we act&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;in ways we are not used to, in ways that may seem foolish to others.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Remember that human wisdom is madness in the eyes of God. But if we listen to the child who&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;lives in our soul, our eyes will grow bright. If we do not lose contact with that child, we will not&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;lose contact with life.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-3533113462759886586?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/3533113462759886586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=3533113462759886586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/3533113462759886586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/3533113462759886586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/12/stuff-from-ed-ed.html' title='stuff from ed ed'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-6510760721672457125</id><published>2008-12-28T05:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T05:02:20.901+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's message</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;You have to take risks, he said. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow &lt;BR&gt;the unexpected to happen. &lt;BR&gt;Every day, God gives us the sun—and also one moment in which we have the ability to change &lt;BR&gt;everything that makes us unhappy. Every day, we try to pretend that we haven't perceived that &lt;BR&gt;moment, that it doesn't exist—that today is the same as yesterday and will be the same as &lt;BR&gt;tomorrow. But if people really pay attention to their everyday lives, they will discover that magic &lt;BR&gt;moment. It may arrive in the instant when we are doing something mundane, like putting our &lt;BR&gt;front-door key in the lock; it may lie hidden in the quiet that follows the lunch hour or in the &lt;BR&gt;thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. But that  moment exists—a moment when all &lt;BR&gt;the power of the stars becomes a part of us and enables us to perform miracles. &lt;BR&gt;Joy is sometimes a blessing, but it is often a conquest. Our magic moment helps us to change and &lt;BR&gt;sends us off in search of our dreams. Yes, we are going to suffer, we will have difficult times, and &lt;BR&gt;we will experience many disappointments—but all of this is transitory; it leaves no permanent &lt;BR&gt;mark. And one day we will look back with pride andfaith at the journey we have taken. &lt;BR&gt;Pitiful is the person who is afraid of taking risks. Perhaps this person will never be disappointed &lt;BR&gt;or disillusioned; perhaps she won't suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow. &lt;BR&gt;But when that person looks back—and at some point everyone looks back—she will hear her &lt;BR&gt;heart saying, "What have you done with the miracles that God planted in your days? What have &lt;BR&gt;you done with the talents God bestowed on you? You  buried yourself in a cave because you were &lt;BR&gt;fearful of losing those talents. So this is your heritage: the certainty that you wasted your life" &lt;BR&gt;Pitiful are the people who must realize this. Because when they are finally able to believe in &lt;BR&gt;miracles, their life's magic moments will have already passed them by. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-6510760721672457125?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/6510760721672457125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=6510760721672457125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/6510760721672457125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/6510760721672457125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-message.html' title='New Year&apos;s message'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-847314529723972079</id><published>2008-12-08T05:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:42:39.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kikiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt;color:#00407f;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="200px" bgcolor="#d2eaff" background="cid:1228707483555@dclient.mail.yahoo.com" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" style="table-layout:fixed;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="10"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" style="white-space:normal;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="10"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" size="2" color="#00407f" style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;color:#00407f;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:undefined;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" color=#0080ff size=1&gt;sigh... 'tis song's  for you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" color=#0080ff size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV id=songlyrics style="FONT-SIZE: 13px; FONT-FAMILY: verdana" align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" color=#0080ff size=1&gt;You, do you remember me?&lt;BR&gt;Like I remember you?&lt;BR&gt;Do you spend your life&lt;BR&gt;Going back in your mind to that time?&lt;BR&gt;Because I, I walk the streets alone&lt;BR&gt;I hate being on my own&lt;BR&gt;And everyone can see that I really fell&lt;BR&gt;And I'm going through hell&lt;BR&gt;Thinking about you with somebody else&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;BR&gt;Somebody wants you&lt;BR&gt;Somebody needs you&lt;BR&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night&lt;BR&gt;Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely&lt;BR&gt;Somebody hopes someday you will see&lt;BR&gt;That Somebody's Me [2x]&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;How, How could we go wrong&lt;BR&gt;It was so good and now it's gone&lt;BR&gt;And I pray at night that our paths will soon cross&lt;BR&gt;And what we had isn't lost&lt;BR&gt;Cause you're always right here in my thoughts&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[Chorus]&lt;BR&gt;Somebody wants you&lt;BR&gt;Somebody needs you&lt;BR&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single  night&lt;BR&gt;Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely&lt;BR&gt;Somebody hopes someday you will see&lt;BR&gt;That Somebody's Me [2x]&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You'll always be in my life&lt;BR&gt;Even if I'm not in your life&lt;BR&gt;Because you're in my memory&lt;BR&gt;You, will you remember me&lt;BR&gt;And before you set me free&lt;BR&gt;Oh listen please&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[Chorus]&lt;BR&gt;Somebody wants you&lt;BR&gt;Somebody needs you&lt;BR&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night&lt;BR&gt;Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely&lt;BR&gt;Somebody hopes someday you will see&lt;BR&gt;That Somebody's Me [5x]&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="10"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="10"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-847314529723972079?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/847314529723972079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=847314529723972079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/847314529723972079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/847314529723972079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/12/kikiro.html' title='Kikiro'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-8632725598348736189</id><published>2008-10-10T12:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:21:07.594+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:tahoma, new york, times, serif;font-size:10pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="tahoma, new york, times, serif" color=#ffc0c0&gt;I was wandering around my old emails when I found this:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face="tahoma, new york, times, serif" color=#ffc0c0&gt;Love &amp;amp; Relationships&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;About LOVE &amp;amp; RELATIONSHIPS&lt;BR&gt;The ten types of relationship that won't work: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. You care about your partner more than he does &lt;BR&gt;about you. &lt;BR&gt;2. Your partner cares more about you than you do &lt;BR&gt;about him. &lt;BR&gt;3. You are in love with your partner's potential. &lt;BR&gt;4. You are on a rescue mission. &lt;BR&gt;5. You look up to your partner as a role model. &lt;BR&gt;6. You are infatuated with your partner for external &lt;BR&gt;reasons. &lt;BR&gt;7. You have partial compatibility. &lt;BR&gt;8. You choose a partner in order to be rebellious. &lt;BR&gt;9. You choose a partner as a reaction to your &lt;BR&gt;previous partner. &lt;BR&gt;10. Your partner is unavailable. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The six BIGGEST mistakes we make in the &lt;BR&gt;beginning of a relationship: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. We don't ask enough questions. &lt;BR&gt;2. We ignore warning signs of potential problems. &lt;BR&gt;3. We make premature compromises. &lt;BR&gt;4. We give  in to Lust Blindness. &lt;BR&gt;5. We give in to material seduction. &lt;BR&gt;6. We put Commitment Before Compatibility. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Seven Wrong Reasons to be in a Relationship: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. Pressure (age, family, friends, etc.) &lt;BR&gt;2. Loneliness and desperation &lt;BR&gt;3. Sexual hunger &lt;BR&gt;4. Distraction from your own life &lt;BR&gt;5. To avoid growing up &lt;BR&gt;6. Guilt &lt;BR&gt;7. To fill up your emotional or spiritual emptiness. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The Lust into Love Formula &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. First, you feel powerful sexual chemistry with &lt;BR&gt;someone or, in raw &lt;BR&gt;terms,lust. &lt;BR&gt;2. Next, you act on those urges and have sex with &lt;BR&gt;that person. &lt;BR&gt;3. Then you experience some guilt or discomfort &lt;BR&gt;having been so sexually &lt;BR&gt;intimate with someone you aren't that &lt;BR&gt;emotionally connected with. &lt;BR&gt;4. Finally you create a relationship with that person &lt;BR&gt;to legitimize &lt;BR&gt;your lust. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Five Realities about Love &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. Love is not enough to make a relationship work -&lt;BR&gt;it needs  &lt;BR&gt;compatibility and it needs commitment. &lt;BR&gt;2. It just takes a moment to experience infatuation, &lt;BR&gt;but true love &lt;BR&gt;takes time. &lt;BR&gt;3. It is possible to experience true love with more &lt;BR&gt;than one &lt;BR&gt;person -there are many potential partners you &lt;BR&gt;could be happy with. &lt;BR&gt;4. The right partner will fulfill many of your needs &lt;BR&gt;but not all of &lt;BR&gt;them. &lt;BR&gt;5. Good sex has nothing to do with true love, but &lt;BR&gt;making love does. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Five Deadly Myths about Love &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. True love conquers all. &lt;BR&gt;2. When it's really true love, you will know it the &lt;BR&gt;moment you meet the &lt;BR&gt;other person. &lt;BR&gt;3. There is only one true love in the world who is &lt;BR&gt;right for you. &lt;BR&gt;4. The perfect partner will fulfill you completely in &lt;BR&gt;every way. &lt;BR&gt;5. When you experience powerful sexual chemistry &lt;BR&gt;with someone, it must &lt;BR&gt;be love. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Fatal flaws to watch out for in a partner: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. Addictions. &lt;BR&gt;2. Anger. &lt;BR&gt;3. Victim  consciousness. &lt;BR&gt;4. Control freak &lt;BR&gt;5. Sexual Dysfunction. &lt;BR&gt;6. Hasn't grown up. &lt;BR&gt;7. Emotionally unavailable. &lt;BR&gt;8. Hasn't recovered from past relationships. &lt;BR&gt;9. Emotional damage from childhood. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Here are seven compatibility time bombs that can &lt;BR&gt;destroy a &lt;BR&gt;relationship: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. Significant age difference. &lt;BR&gt;2. Different religious background. &lt;BR&gt;3. Different social, ethnic, or educational &lt;BR&gt;background. &lt;BR&gt;4. Toxic in-laws. &lt;BR&gt;5. Toxic ex-spouse. &lt;BR&gt;6. Toxic Stepchildren. &lt;BR&gt;7. Long-distance relationships. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Six qualities to look for in a mate: &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. Commitment to personal growth. &lt;BR&gt;2. Emotional openness &lt;BR&gt;3. Integrity &lt;BR&gt;4. Maturity and responsibility &lt;BR&gt;5. High self-esteem. &lt;BR&gt;6. Positive Attitude towards life &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"TRUE LOVE cannot be found where it does not &lt;BR&gt;truly exist, nor cannot be &lt;BR&gt;hidden where it truly does." &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"God has given each of you some special &lt;BR&gt;abilities;  be sure to use them &lt;BR&gt;to help each other, passing to others God's many &lt;BR&gt;kinds of blessings." -1 Peter 4:10&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-8632725598348736189?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/8632725598348736189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=8632725598348736189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/8632725598348736189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/8632725598348736189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-relationships.html' title='Love &amp; Relationships'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-1808941371695098366</id><published>2008-09-30T09:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:54:42.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="75" bgcolor="#daf9fe"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" align="left"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="240" height="75" background="cid:1222761200489@dclient.mail.yahoo.com"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="*"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#daf9fe" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="90"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="30"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" size="3" color="#003333" style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12pt;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:undefined;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=Section1&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;The Mystery of what we call Love.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;It is a mystery why we fall in love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;It is a mystery how it happens.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;It is a mystery when it comes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;It is a mystery why some love grows and it is a mystery why some love fails.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;You can analyze this mystery and look for reasons and causes, but you will never do anymore than take the life out of the experience.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;Just as life itself is more than the sum of bones and muscle and electrical impulses in the body, love is more than the sum of the interest and attractions and commonalities that two people share.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;And just as life itself is a gift that comes and goes in its own time, so too, the coming of love must be taken as an unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its ways.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;Sometimes, hopefully at least once in your life the gift of love will come to you in full flower, and you will take hold of it and celebrate it in all inexpressible beauty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;This is the dream we all share. More often, it will come and take hold of you, celebrate you for a brief moment, them move on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;When this happens to young people, they too often try to grasp the love and hold it to them, refusing to se that it is a gift that is freely given and a gift that just as freely, moves away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;When they fall out of love, or the person they love feels the spirit of love leaving, they try desperately to reclaim the love that is lost rather than accepting the gift for what it was, then moving on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;They want answers where there are no answers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;They want to know what is wrong in them that makes the other person no longer love them, or they try to get their lover to change, thinking that if some small things were different, love would bloom again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;They blame their circumstances and say that if they go far away and start a new life together, their love will grow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;They try anything to give meaning to what has happened. But there is meaning beyond the love itself, and until they accept its own mysterious ways, they live in a sea of mystery.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;You need to know this about love, and to accept it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;You need to treat what it brings you with kindness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;There Is nothing wrong with you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;Love just didn't choose to rest in the other person's heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;If you find someone else in love with you and you don't love them, feel honoured that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;Do not take advantage, do not cause pain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;How you deal with love is how it will deal with you, and all our hearts feel the same pains and joy, even if our lives and way are different.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;If you fall in love with another, and they fall in love with you, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" color=#ff007f size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;Let it go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;There is a reason and there is a meaning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;You will know in time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;Remember that you don't choose love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;Love chooses you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;Feel the way it fills you to OVERrflowing, then reach out and give it away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;Give it to the world around you in any way you can.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;That is where many lovers go wrong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;They see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than from them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;The first flush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as a need.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;They cease to be someone who generates love and instead become someone who seeks love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;They forget the secret of love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" color=#ff007f size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;Remember this, and keep it to your heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" color=#ff007f size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;Love has its own time, its own seasons, and its own reason for coming and going.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" color=#ff007f size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;You cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into staying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" color=#ff007f size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" color=#ff007f size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;But if it chooses to leave from your heart or from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you should do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" color=#ff007f size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;Love always has been and always will be a mystery.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" color=#ff007f size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" color=#ff007f size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" color=#ff007f size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #ff6600; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;IF YOU KEEP YOUR HEART OPEN, IT WILL COME AGAIN&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Sans" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bitstream Vera Sans'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="90"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" bgcolor="#daf9fe"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" align="right"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="*"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="640" height="160" background="cid:1222761200490@dclient.mail.yahoo.com" align="right"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-1808941371695098366?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/1808941371695098366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=1808941371695098366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1808941371695098366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1808941371695098366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/09/mystery.html' title='Mystery'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-8826805694548962074</id><published>2008-09-22T06:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:35:20.307+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt;color:#ff80bf;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;I hope you know...&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;7 Things - Miley Cyrus&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;shh shh shh I probably shouldn't say this &lt;BR&gt;But at times I get so scared &lt;BR&gt;When I think about the previous &lt;BR&gt;Relationship we've shared &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It was awesome but we lost it &lt;BR&gt;It's not possible for me not to care &lt;BR&gt;and Now we're standing in the rain &lt;BR&gt;But nothing's ever gonna change until you hear, my dear &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The 7 things I hate about you &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The 7 things I hate about you oh you &lt;BR&gt;You're vain, your games, you're insecure &lt;BR&gt;You love me, you like her &lt;BR&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry &lt;BR&gt;I don't know which side to buy &lt;BR&gt;You're friends, they're jerks &lt;BR&gt;When you act like them, just know it hurts &lt;BR&gt;I wanna be with the one I know &lt;BR&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do &lt;BR&gt;You make me love you &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's awkward and it's silent &lt;BR&gt;As I wait for you to say &lt;BR&gt;What I need to hear now &lt;BR&gt;Your sincere apology &lt;BR&gt;when you mean it, i'll believe it &lt;BR&gt;If you text it, i'll delete it &lt;BR&gt;Let's be clear &lt;BR&gt;Oh I'm  not coming back &lt;BR&gt;You're taking 7 steps here &lt;BR&gt;The 7 things I hate about you &lt;BR&gt;You're vain, your games, you're insecure &lt;BR&gt;You love me, you like her &lt;BR&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry &lt;BR&gt;I don't know which side to buy &lt;BR&gt;You're friends, they're jerks &lt;BR&gt;When you act like them, just know it hurts &lt;BR&gt;I wanna be with the one I know &lt;BR&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do &lt;BR&gt;You make me love you &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and Compared to all the great things &lt;BR&gt;That would take too long to write &lt;BR&gt;I probably should mention the 7 that I like &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The 7 things I like about you &lt;BR&gt;Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's &lt;BR&gt;When we kiss i'm hypnotized &lt;BR&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry &lt;BR&gt;But I guess that's both I'll have to buy &lt;BR&gt;Your hand in mine &lt;BR&gt;When we're intertwined, everything's alright &lt;BR&gt;I wanna be, with the one I know &lt;BR&gt;And the 7th thing I like the most that you do ooh &lt;BR&gt;You make me love you shh shh &lt;BR&gt;You do &lt;IMG height=1  src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/2147471224.jpg" width=1&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-8826805694548962074?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/8826805694548962074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=8826805694548962074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/8826805694548962074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/8826805694548962074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-you.html' title='I Hate You'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-5094171666547288615</id><published>2008-09-17T13:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:55:33.708+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I could hold on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt;color:#ff80bf;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;It's been hours now since I waited for 1 new message to pop up from my window. and... NOTHING. Oh how it breaks my heart waiting to hear from my soldier and how I looked forward to hearing from him.&amp;nbsp;I am about to go home after spending 3 more hours at the office. My heart aches. Every throb almost leaves&amp;nbsp;me breathless.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am now ALONE and&amp;nbsp;surprisingly,&amp;nbsp;these are the few times when I&amp;nbsp;enjoy&amp;nbsp;being alone and&amp;nbsp;when all of my agents have gone home and I am&amp;nbsp;left alone&amp;nbsp;to explore the worldwideweb. Under my breath I say these words: I miss you. Hoping that the air would carry those words and whisper it to your ears. I miss you. Please think of me as I think of you.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;There have been too many times that&amp;nbsp;I had wished for time to go back, from when I was innocent and from when my life was less complicated. When all I ever cared about was spending another day at the&amp;nbsp;beach to play with playmates. But I'll have to face tomorrow and not yesterday. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I spent the night with 2 new&amp;nbsp;friends last night, R &amp;amp; R.&amp;nbsp;We were talking, we were&amp;nbsp;strumming the guitar and we were drinking (not hard&amp;nbsp;liquors though) I couldn't feel the void in me as we shared stories, smiled and laughed at each other. But reality sets in when it's time to face the world and I am on my own again. There is strength in solitude but there is also strength in numbers.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;So here I am, trying hard to exhaust myself so I can go home tired and weary without an ounce of strength to think, so I won't feel and grow numb from feeling that you are not beside me. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Tomorrow is another day, another day to be closer to you, I miss you.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-5094171666547288615?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/5094171666547288615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=5094171666547288615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/5094171666547288615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/5094171666547288615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-could-hold-on.html' title='I could hold on'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-4154216996409512044</id><published>2008-07-22T02:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T02:21:03.629+03:00</updated><title type='text'>On the top</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#c080ff size=1&gt;I realized that at one point in my life,&amp;nbsp;I felt like I was on top of the world. I was promoted and I had the love of my life and he was in love with me and there was no one else... I want to remember exactly how I felt that day. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-4154216996409512044?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/4154216996409512044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=4154216996409512044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/4154216996409512044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/4154216996409512044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-top.html' title='On the top'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-725332293239711203</id><published>2008-07-21T23:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:24:16.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'>this might cheer you up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:10;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:10;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:#ff80c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:13;color:#ff80c0;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:13;color:red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;color:#8000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:10;color:#8000ff;"&gt;Nadina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:10;color:#ff99cc;"   &gt;"To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did" When God takes something from your grasp, He's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better. Concentrate on this sentence..... &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;'The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:10;color:#ff99cc;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/10933398-725332293239711203?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/725332293239711203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=725332293239711203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/725332293239711203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/725332293239711203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/07/fw-this-might-cheer-you-up.html' title='this might cheer you up!'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-2901325090798221908</id><published>2008-07-21T01:53:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:53:36.687+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a STAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#bfbfff&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt"&gt;GOOD FRIENDS ARE LIKE STARS. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt"&gt;YOU DON'T ALWAYS SEE THEM, &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt"&gt;BUT YOU ALWAYS KNOW THEY ARE THERE!!!!!!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-2901325090798221908?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/2901325090798221908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=2901325090798221908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2901325090798221908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2901325090798221908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-star.html' title='Like a STAR'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-7058292294002373740</id><published>2008-07-20T21:33:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:33:04.488+03:00</updated><title type='text'>When Cheating Happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f size=2&gt;A very good friend of mine who was my agent before sent this email. I think she is about 6 months late. It's still a good read and one that got me to really think. Maybe in the future my ex or exes will bump into my blog and actually read this one.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Serif"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Serif"&gt;Cheating happens when you start looking for what you dont have.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Serif"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Serif"&gt;Somewhere along the way, you will meet someone who will be more charming or sensitive than the one you're already with., more sexy. more thoughtful. wealthier. better in bed. and you will meet someone who will need you and pursue you and go loco over you more than your boyfriend/girlfriend ever did. because no boyfriend/girlfriend is perfect. because your boyfriend/girlfriend will only have 90 percent of what youre looking for. So, cheating happens when you look for the missing 10 percent&lt;/FONT&gt;. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Serif"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Serif"&gt;Lets say your girlfriend is melancholic by nature. You may find yourself drawn to the pretty girl next-door who has a cheerleader laugh no matter what she says: I broke my arm yesterday, ha ha ha... Or because your girlfriend is a couch potato who is always in pajamas and smelling of garlic and cooking&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Serif"&gt;oil, you may fall for the CK-One-smelling colleague who comes to work in a sharp pinstripe blazer, high heels, and a red pencil-cut skirt. Or because your boyfriend is the type who never shuts up even when youve tried using duct tape, your heart may skip a beat when you sit next to a brooding, mysterious Latino on the bus.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Serif"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Serif"&gt;But wait! Thats only 10 percent of what you dont have. Dont throw away the 90 percent that you already do! add to the 90 percent the 100 percent that represents all the years that you have been with each other.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Serif"&gt;The storms you have weathered together. The many adjustments you have made to better understand each others little quirks and idiosyncracies. The wealth of memories that you have accumulated as lovers. The old sparks that can always be rekindled by the walk on the beach, barefoot and underneath the stars...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff007f&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Serif"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Serif"&gt;Cheating happens when you start looking for what you dont have.&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Serif"&gt;But faithfulness happens when you start thanking God for what you already do.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bitstream Vera Serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-7058292294002373740?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/7058292294002373740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=7058292294002373740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/7058292294002373740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/7058292294002373740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-cheating-happens.html' title='When Cheating Happens'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-4054730732280514115</id><published>2008-07-19T04:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T04:37:18.168+03:00</updated><title type='text'>unproductive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff80bf&gt;I spent 2 days being an unproductive supervisor. I only coached&amp;nbsp;two agents for the&amp;nbsp;entire week. I'm not in the mood to work really hard lately. Imagine, I spent almost the entire shift yesterday surfing and reading unrelated work stuff. I am not even ashamed to admit that. I've been putting off work. It's like my entire physical self is screaming for a vacation but since I cannot go on any vacation soon, I sorta opted to settle with being physically present at work yet mentally absent. My&amp;nbsp;mind goes anywhere from going to HK to SG or to Palawan. I've been really wanting to visit Palawan and it's not because my soldier is there but because I want to be some place where I can forget about who I am, what I've been through and not think about what is ahead and simply  live in the moment . Oh please God, grant my heart's desire.. can't wait to have a vaycay! pft!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-4054730732280514115?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/4054730732280514115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=4054730732280514115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/4054730732280514115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/4054730732280514115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/07/unproductive.html' title='unproductive'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-4409464581145512046</id><published>2008-07-18T02:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T02:20:26.729+03:00</updated><title type='text'>the warmth of your embrace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff80ff&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff80ff&gt;It's early in the morning and it's so cold right now. The early morning dews are softly formed on each leaf as I had my early morning walk today. It was a beautiful sight to behold and I am wishing that I could share this experience with someone really close. But the closest I get of having any physical contact from the other human specie is a warm sweater I borrowed from a co-worker. Yes, the sweater is warm and serves as a nice substitute from another warm body but nothing beats resting your head on top of a living and breathing matter with the feel of the rise and fall of each of his heart beat. *&lt;B&gt;sigh&lt;/B&gt;* I miss having someone and looking forward to a day with that someone. I guess I'll prolly have to take a back seat and watch life pass me by but I hope it really won't be long from now.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o  ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-4409464581145512046?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/4409464581145512046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=4409464581145512046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/4409464581145512046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/4409464581145512046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/07/warmth-of-your-embrace.html' title='the warmth of your embrace'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-3168843084450700078</id><published>2008-07-08T03:50:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T03:50:19.802+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How to cherish the gift of a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" color=#c080ff&gt;I read this on CNN.com today so I thought of sharing this lovin' to all my girl friends out there&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" color=#c080ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P _extended="true"&gt;&lt;FONT face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" color=#c080ff&gt;Our friends are gifts. They are there for the good times and the bad, the celebrations and the sorrows, all the big and the small stuff. They are there for the job promotion and the demotion, for the marriage and the divorce, and for the hope and for the heartbreak. Friends are our confidants, partners in crime, buddies, gal pals and trusted counselors.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P _extended="true"&gt;&lt;FONT face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" color=#c080ff&gt;"A friend is someone who knows everything about you, but likes you anyway," goes the saying. There is no other human relationship like that of a friend. Unlike a sister, you chose a friend; she is not given to you as a result of biology. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P _extended="true"&gt;&lt;FONT face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" color=#c080ff&gt;Friends differ from husbands or boyfriends, partnerships that are layered with complexities (physical and financial). A friendship is a unique, wonderful relationship that you choose to grow, cultivate and nurture.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P _extended="true"&gt;&lt;FONT face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" color=#c080ff&gt;Friends support, love, care, listen, play and celebrate with us. This verse says it all: "Good friends are like bras: supportive, never leave you hanging, make you look good and are always close to your heart." I think that is as good a definition as any of the word friend I've come across. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.oprah.com/presents/2006/together/girlfriends/girlfriends_main.jhtml?promocode=CNNsmasamenRLgirlfriends?cnn=yes" target=new _extended="true"&gt;&lt;FONT face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" color=#c080ff&gt;Oprah.com: Let's get together&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P _extended="true"&gt;&lt;FONT face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" color=#c080ff&gt;In this busy, buzzing world we sometimes forget to stop and acknowledge this most valuable relationship. But it's important, and you'll be glad you did when you take a moment to tell your friend how special she is. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P _extended="true"&gt;&lt;FONT face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" color=#c080ff&gt;Leave a message on her answering machine telling her you think she is the greatest, or send her a card out of the blue saying, "Thank you for all that you are and all that you do." If you've had a disagreement, buy her a new lipstick and attach a note that reads, "Let's make up."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P _extended="true"&gt;&lt;FONT face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" color=#c080ff&gt;Helen Keller wrote with honesty and truth when she said, "My friends have made the story of my life." Think back to the moments that you cherish. Picture who was there. Nine times out of 10, your friends will have been present helping to write the story of your life too.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P _extended="true"&gt;&lt;FONT face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" color=#c080ff&gt;Host gal pal night. Invite friends to come together and share an evening dedicated to friendship. Start with a movie or television reruns of famous and iconic friendships like those of Lucy and Ethel, Rhoda and Mary Tyler Moore or the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P _extended="true"&gt;&lt;FONT face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" color=#c080ff&gt;One of my favorite films is "Enchanted April", a beautiful tale about friendships that flourish in a remote hillside town in Italy. Serve popcorn and drinks. Or, to set the mood, put together a musical CD of songs about friendship; Carol King's "You've Got a Friend," "I'll Stand by You" from the Pretenders or "Wind Beneath My Wings" by Bette Midler are a great start.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=cnnInline _extended="true"&gt;&lt;FONT face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" color=#c080ff&gt;Above all, cherish your friend for as long as you have her.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=cnnInline _extended="true"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#c080ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=cnnInline _extended="true"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#c080ff&gt;source: &lt;A href="http://edition.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/wayoflife/07/02/o.gift.of.a.friend/index.html"&gt;OPRAH.COM&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-3168843084450700078?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/3168843084450700078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=3168843084450700078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/3168843084450700078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/3168843084450700078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-to-cherish-gift-of-friend.html' title='How to cherish the gift of a friend'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-1010508221124558178</id><published>2008-06-06T05:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T05:17:16.176+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ok... ok...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffc0c0&gt;I know I am not supposed to post pics of my ex on any any public website, especially on friendster. Well, my point is simple, in my heart as I am sure that in his heart, there WAS I and HE in mine. Yeah! Yeah! Past is past and I know I should move on. Well, what I can say is that I have moved past the hurt and I've accepted that we are no longer together. I don't want to delete my memory of him.&amp;nbsp;Do I still love him? Maicoh asked&amp;nbsp;when I made a native necklace for him and planned on giving it to him if I accidentally bump into him. Oh golly! It's all about him again cause when I placed stickers all over my closet, I designated an area for him where our old photos were pasted and I was smiling looking at all the photos we had. I deleted his pictures on my phone and his  current deleted all our photos. I hope that someday he will look back and smile just like I smiled when I looked at our photos and smiled as well. Back to Maicoh's question, do I still love him? Maybe I still do and until then,&amp;nbsp;I will still hold this special place in my heart. Do I miss my soldier? YESSSSS! EVERY SINGLE DAY!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-1010508221124558178?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/1010508221124558178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=1010508221124558178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1010508221124558178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1010508221124558178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-ok.html' title='ok... ok...'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-7622010059729613921</id><published>2008-06-06T03:43:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T03:43:15.679+03:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt"&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#c080ff&gt;If I Am&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#c080ff&gt;9 Days&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#c080ff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#c080ff&gt;So you're standing on a ledge,&lt;BR&gt;It looks like you might fall&lt;BR&gt;So far down, or maybe you were thinking about jumping&lt;BR&gt;And you could have it all,&lt;BR&gt;If you learned a little patience&lt;BR&gt;For though I cannot fly,&lt;BR&gt;I'm not content to crawl&lt;BR&gt;To give me a little credit,&lt;BR&gt;Have in me a little faith&lt;BR&gt;I wanna be with you forever,&lt;BR&gt;If tomorrow's not too late&lt;BR&gt;But it's always too late when you've got nothing,&lt;BR&gt;So you say&lt;BR&gt;And you should never let the sun set on tomorrow,&lt;BR&gt;Before the sun rises today&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If I am,&lt;BR&gt;Another waste of everything you've dreamed of, I will let you down&lt;BR&gt;If I am,&lt;BR&gt;Only here to watch you as you suffer, I will let you down&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So you're walking on the edge,&lt;BR&gt;And you wait your turn to fall&lt;BR&gt;But you're so far gone, that you don't see the hands up held to catch you&lt;BR&gt;And you could find the fault,&lt;BR&gt;In the heart that you've been handed&lt;BR&gt;But though you cannot  fly,&lt;BR&gt;You're not content to crawl&lt;BR&gt;And it's always too late when you've got nothing,&lt;BR&gt;So you say&lt;BR&gt;But you should never let the sunset on tomorrow,&lt;BR&gt;Before the sun rises&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If I am,&lt;BR&gt;Another waste of everything you hope for, I will let you down&lt;BR&gt;If I am,&lt;BR&gt;Only here to watch you as you suffer, I will let you down...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So you're standing on a ledge,&lt;BR&gt;It looks like you might fall...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If I am,&lt;BR&gt;Another waste of everything you've dreamed of, I will let you down&lt;BR&gt;If I am,&lt;BR&gt;Only here to watch you as you suffer, I will let you down&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The answers we find are never what we had in mind,&lt;BR&gt;So we make it up as we go along&lt;BR&gt;You don't talk of dreams, I won't mention tomorrow&lt;BR&gt;We won't make those promises that we can't keep&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I will never leave you&lt;BR&gt;I will not let you down&lt;BR&gt;I will never leave you&lt;BR&gt;I will not let you down... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-7622010059729613921?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/7622010059729613921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=7622010059729613921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/7622010059729613921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/7622010059729613921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-am.html' title='If I Am'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-6920637539907808787</id><published>2008-06-02T03:41:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T03:41:36.677+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why A Soldier?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#dfbfff&gt;Why: I've asked myself this question, "Why a soldier?" That is because for a number of very good reasons. One thing is that I have never met anyone so dedicated to God, his job, his family, his men and his country in my entire life. It rings so true that I don't always get to be with him and I won't always know his whereabouts and it's been a challenge meeting each other eye to eye since the day we started&amp;nbsp;communicating. I've never met anyone so humble, he has never bragged about any of his achievements and what he has accomplished. His&amp;nbsp;family and more importantly his dad is so proud of him that he has always been&amp;nbsp;considered&amp;nbsp;the family's badge of honor.&amp;nbsp;He is so selfless that instead of thinking only for himself, he thinks and considers others first. He is  so dedicated for the cause of his men that they&amp;nbsp;even held a party in his honor of which I was invited to join but was unable to plan ahead and failed to attend that party. It would have been a perfect opportunity to get to know him&amp;nbsp;better, on&amp;nbsp;how he is as&amp;nbsp;a soldier and as a man. He is such a thoughtful and loving person. He has never failed to make me feel remembered. He has been to so many different places in the country,&amp;nbsp;he would&amp;nbsp;pick up stuff from these places he's been to, anything that reminds&amp;nbsp;him of me.&amp;nbsp;He sent me&amp;nbsp;a bag full of goodies for my silver birthday this year. I already had a clue that he made something for me from his bare hands. That&amp;nbsp;instead of buying me something to make me feel special on my birthday, he instead made a wonderful surprise,&amp;nbsp;a hand-made blouse embroidered with flowers of his favorite color. I mean, anyone will be happy for getting a present at&amp;nbsp;any time but he  made me feel extra extra special. He poured out his creativity, his dedication and his love&amp;nbsp;towards a piece of cloth. He made something out&amp;nbsp;of nothing. Despite his busy and hectic schedule, he would find time just to finish what he had started to make for me.&amp;nbsp;It didn't cost him a fortune but the time, the&amp;nbsp;effort and sacrifices he has put into that blouse is PRICELESS. I&amp;nbsp;love every inch&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;it and so proud of my soldier who lovingly made a gift for me apart from the many surprises that came with it.&amp;nbsp;Silently, he has taught me so many wonderful lessons in life,&amp;nbsp;lessons like&amp;nbsp;when the going gets tough, the tough gets going, to learn the real meaning of LOVE, to patiently endure, and how LOVE never fails,&amp;nbsp;1 Corinthians 13:4-8. I've never met anyone so dedicated to God, he went all the way to SAGADA so he can be alone and&amp;nbsp;so that&amp;nbsp;he can search his heart to know&amp;nbsp;God's will for his life. He  has asked me to be patient and how he is praying that I will be at the end of the rainbow, waiving and smiling, ready to welcome him in my life. He has promised and assured me that he will be there to catch me when I fall. I have good enough reasons to stick it out with my soldier. As God's eyes are on the sparrow, I know that He is also watching over me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#dfbfff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#dfbfff&gt;How: I loved and lost just in time for Valentines 2008. I&amp;nbsp;volunteered to be&amp;nbsp;temporarily&amp;nbsp;relocated to Baguio for about 2-3 months at the start of the year.&amp;nbsp;My agent whom I&amp;nbsp;have considered my bestfriend introduced the idea&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;meeting his bestfriend of 20 years who is stationed in BAGUIO since he is currently in the military service. She asked if I mind dating a guy around 30-ish, I accepted the idea and joked with my&amp;nbsp;Bee ef that&amp;nbsp;I was getting married to a&amp;nbsp;solja!&amp;nbsp;It was a set up at first on which we planned to meet 2.14.08, a valentine's day date. He&amp;nbsp;failed to show up. Since that day, we have been planning and planning to meet. We've been communicating since and have already considered a number of things.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#dfbfff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#dfbfff&gt;When: Only God knows the exact time and place that I will be meeting him, maybe this weekend, or the next or before the month ends, God knows that I have been waiting and&amp;nbsp;I pray that I won't wait too long. In the meantime, I will continue to have faith:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Hebrews 11:1, 40&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#dfbfff&gt;&lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NIV-30158&gt;1&lt;/SPAN&gt;Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see... &lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NIV-30197&gt;40&lt;/SPAN&gt;God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#dfbfff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#dfbfff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-6920637539907808787?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/6920637539907808787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=6920637539907808787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/6920637539907808787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/6920637539907808787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-soldier.html' title='Why A Soldier?'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-9135462984624543387</id><published>2008-05-31T01:26:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:26:08.890+03:00</updated><title type='text'>only the BEST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffc0c0&gt;Falling in love is one of the BEST feelings I ever encountered in my entire life so it matters not to me if I have been crushed and burned as a result of falling in and out of love. I have learned through all my experiences with love and loving that it requires a tough person to stay in love and a brave one to explore its depth and intensity. But let me tell you that more than staying with the one person you love the most, it is more important for me to seek out the BEST for the person you love. TO be honest, NO matter if my friends or my family DID not accept my ex-beau, I still loved him the best way I know I can. That instead of forcing the issue between us, I rather opened my hands freely for him to freely explore his own life and what he can do with it. I still love him the  best way I know I can and I MISS HIM. I sometimes wish that I am still walking beside him hand in hand as he carries my bag and as we talk endlessly about our day and how we used to have petty fights and my being a jealous and maybe not so possessive girlfriend but I have learned to respect his time and his space to explore. I am playing my cards right and I am not trying to win him back, only time can tell if we are really DESTINED for each other and if we are, I will no LONGER question his love and devotion for me. For now, I will let him be as I allow myself to explore too. There are still so many people that I want to meet and place to see and visit so I am not in a hurry and if in time he is not the ONE person for me, I am sure as the sun goes up everyday that there is someone out there for me. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-9135462984624543387?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/9135462984624543387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=9135462984624543387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/9135462984624543387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/9135462984624543387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/05/only-best.html' title='only the BEST!'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-2588572966300316070</id><published>2008-05-30T04:42:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T04:42:17.161+03:00</updated><title type='text'>the birthday girl - silver year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/SD9beSLshVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9TDSinhGw-k/s1600-h/DSC05309-737163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/SD9beSLshVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9TDSinhGw-k/s320/DSC05309-737163.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205980270098679122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-2588572966300316070?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/2588572966300316070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=2588572966300316070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2588572966300316070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2588572966300316070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthday-girl-silver-year.html' title='the birthday girl - silver year!'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/SD9beSLshVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9TDSinhGw-k/s72-c/DSC05309-737163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10933398.post-5777777316007232394</id><published>2008-05-29T03:19:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T03:19:40.263+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nerds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;The Nerds then...&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG height=321 src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6dd38b3127ccecdf2313129c200000016102AbsWzJozcsQe3nw8" width=480&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;The Nerds now...&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 521px; HEIGHT: 388px" height=958 src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11a25e8bbe53c70c" width=960&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-5777777316007232394?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/5777777316007232394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=5777777316007232394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/5777777316007232394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/5777777316007232394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/05/nerds.html' title='The Nerds'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-8068422088568975137</id><published>2008-05-29T01:03:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:03:42.571+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blouse of Many Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt"&gt;&lt;DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman, new york, times, serif"&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;My own version of Dolly Parton's Coat of Many Colors&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Blouse of &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: lime; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;M&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #3366ff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;y &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;C&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #00ccff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #cc99ff; FONT-FAMILY:  Arial"&gt;l&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ffcc00; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #99cc00; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: aqua; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;All through the years&lt;BR&gt;As I wondered once again&lt;BR&gt;On to this season of my youth&lt;BR&gt;I received a bag of&amp;nbsp;presents that&amp;nbsp;my soldier&amp;nbsp;gave me&lt;BR&gt;And how my&amp;nbsp;soldier&amp;nbsp;gave the gifts to me&lt;BR&gt;There were gifts of many choices&lt;BR&gt;As each piece was unique&lt;BR&gt;And I didn't have a clue&lt;BR&gt;And it was during my natal day&lt;BR&gt;My soldier&amp;nbsp;sewed&amp;nbsp;a blouse&amp;nbsp;for me&lt;BR&gt;Sewin' every piece with love&lt;BR&gt;He made my blouse of many flowers&lt;BR&gt;That I was so proud of&lt;BR&gt;As he sewed,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;recall a story&lt;BR&gt;From the Bible,&amp;nbsp;I had read&lt;BR&gt;About a coat of many colors&lt;BR&gt;Joseph wore and then&amp;nbsp;I said&lt;BR&gt;Perhaps this blouse will bring me&lt;BR&gt;Blessings and happiness&lt;BR&gt;And I just couldn't wait to wear it&lt;BR&gt;And it was blessed with a kiss&lt;BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;BR style="mso-special-character:  line-break"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Chorus:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My blouse of many flowers&lt;BR&gt;That my&amp;nbsp;soldier made for me&lt;BR&gt;Made only from his hands&lt;BR&gt;And I wore it so proudly&lt;BR&gt;Although we had no money&lt;BR&gt;I was rich as I could be&lt;BR&gt;In my blouse of many flowers&lt;BR&gt;My&amp;nbsp;soldier made for me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So with stitches on each pieces&lt;BR&gt;So I wore it with my shoes&lt;BR&gt;In my blouse of many flowers&lt;BR&gt;I hurried off to work&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;And I found the others smiling&lt;BR&gt;And&amp;nbsp;loved it like I did&lt;BR&gt;In my blouse of many flowers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;soldier made for me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Oh I&amp;nbsp;really understood it&lt;BR&gt;And felt that I was rich&lt;BR&gt;So I told them of the love&lt;BR&gt;My&amp;nbsp;soldier sewed in every stitch&lt;BR&gt;And I told em the entire story&lt;BR&gt;I recalled&amp;nbsp;while he sewed&lt;BR&gt;And how my blouse of many flowers&lt;BR&gt;Was worth more than all their clothes&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Oh and they did understand it&lt;BR&gt;And I tried to make them see&lt;BR&gt;That one is only poor&lt;BR&gt;Only if they choose to be&lt;BR&gt;Thought I know we had no money&lt;BR&gt;But I was rich as I could be&lt;BR&gt;In my blouse of many flowers&lt;BR&gt;My&amp;nbsp;soldier made for me&lt;BR&gt;Made just for me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Original Version of Dolly Parton's Coat of Many Colors&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Coat of &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: lime; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;M&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #3366ff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;y &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;C&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #00ccff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #cc99ff; FONT-FAMILY:  Arial"&gt;l&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ffcc00; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #99cc00; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: aqua; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Dolly Parton&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ccffff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Back through the years I go wondering once again&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;G7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Back to the seasons of my/ youth&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I re/call a box of rags that someone gave us&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;G7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;And how my mamma put these rags to/ use&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;There were/ rags of many colours,and every piece was small&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;And I didn't have a coat and it was/ way down in the fall&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;G7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Mamma/ sewed the rags together,sewing/ ever piece with love&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;She made my/ coat of many colours,that/ I was so proud of&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;As she sewed she told the story from the bible she had read&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;About a coat of many colours Joseph/ wore and they she said&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;G7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Per/haps this coat will bring you ,much/ love and happiness&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;And I just could/n't wait to wear it&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;And mamma/ blessed it with a kiss&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;G7&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;My. coat of many colours that/ mamma made for me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;G7&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Made only rags,but I/ wore it so proud/ly&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;G7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Al/though we had no  money.oh I/ was rich as I could be&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;In my/ coat of many colours,my/ mamma made for me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(CHANGE CORDS HERE)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;E&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;So with patches on my breaches and holes in both my shoes&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;B7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;In my coat of many colours,I/ hurried off to school&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;E&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Just to/ find the others laughing and mak/in' fun of  me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;E&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;B7&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;E&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;In my/ coat of many colours,my/ mamma made for/ me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Oh,I couldn't understand it,for I felt I was rich&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;B7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;And I told them of the love my mamma/ sewed in ever stitch&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;E&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;And I/ told them all the story ,mamma/ told me while she&lt;BR&gt;sewed&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;E&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;And how my/ coat of many colours&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;B7 &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;is worth/ more than all of their clothes&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;E &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;They/ didn't under stand it and I/ tried to make them see&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;E&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;B7&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;That/ one is only poor only/ if they choose to be/&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;E&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Now I/ know we have no money,but I'm as/ rich as I could be&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;E&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;B7&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;E&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;In my/ coat of many colours, my/ mamma made for me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;E&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Yeah just for me.....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #ccffff"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; 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&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;My own version of Dolly Parton's Coat of Many Colors&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Blouse of &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: lime; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;M&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #3366ff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;y &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;C&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #00ccff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #cc99ff; FONT-FAMILY:  Arial"&gt;l&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ffcc00; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #99cc00; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: aqua; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;All through the years&lt;BR&gt;As I wondered once again&lt;BR&gt;On to this season of my youth&lt;BR&gt;I received a bag of&amp;nbsp;presents that&amp;nbsp;my soldier&amp;nbsp;gave me&lt;BR&gt;And how my&amp;nbsp;soldier&amp;nbsp;gave the gifts to me&lt;BR&gt;There were gifts of many choices&lt;BR&gt;As each piece was unique&lt;BR&gt;And I didn't have a clue&lt;BR&gt;And it was during my natal day&lt;BR&gt;My soldier&amp;nbsp;sewed&amp;nbsp;a blouse&amp;nbsp;for me&lt;BR&gt;Sewin' every piece with love&lt;BR&gt;He made my blouse of many flowers&lt;BR&gt;That I was so proud of&lt;BR&gt;As he sewed,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;recall a story&lt;BR&gt;From the Bible,&amp;nbsp;I had read&lt;BR&gt;About a coat of many colors&lt;BR&gt;Joseph wore and then&amp;nbsp;I said&lt;BR&gt;Perhaps this blouse will bring me&lt;BR&gt;Blessings and happiness&lt;BR&gt;And I just couldn't wait to wear it&lt;BR&gt;And it was blessed with a kiss&lt;BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;BR style="mso-special-character:  line-break"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Chorus:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My blouse of many flowers&lt;BR&gt;That my&amp;nbsp;soldier made for me&lt;BR&gt;Made only from his hands&lt;BR&gt;And I wore it so proudly&lt;BR&gt;Although we had no money&lt;BR&gt;I was rich as I could be&lt;BR&gt;In my blouse of many flowers&lt;BR&gt;My&amp;nbsp;soldier made for me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So with stitches on each pieces&lt;BR&gt;So I wore it with my shoes&lt;BR&gt;In my blouse of many flowers&lt;BR&gt;I hurried off to work&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;And I found the others smiling&lt;BR&gt;And&amp;nbsp;loved it like I did&lt;BR&gt;In my blouse of many flowers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;soldier made for me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Oh I&amp;nbsp;really understood it&lt;BR&gt;And felt that I was rich&lt;BR&gt;So I told them of the love&lt;BR&gt;My&amp;nbsp;soldier sewed in every stitch&lt;BR&gt;And I told em the entire story&lt;BR&gt;I recalled&amp;nbsp;while he sewed&lt;BR&gt;And how my blouse of many flowers&lt;BR&gt;Was worth more than all their clothes&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Oh and they did understand it&lt;BR&gt;And I tried to make them see&lt;BR&gt;That one is only poor&lt;BR&gt;Only if they choose to be&lt;BR&gt;Thought I know we had no money&lt;BR&gt;But I was rich as I could be&lt;BR&gt;In my blouse of many flowers&lt;BR&gt;My&amp;nbsp;soldier made for me&lt;BR&gt;Made just for me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Original Version of Dolly Parton's Coat of Many Colors&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Coat of &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: lime; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;M&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ff9900; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #3366ff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;y &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;C&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #00ccff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #cc99ff; FONT-FAMILY:  Arial"&gt;l&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #ffcc00; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #99cc00; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: aqua; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Dolly Parton&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Back through the years I go wondering once again&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;G7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Back to the seasons of my/ youth&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I re/call a box of rags that someone gave us&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;G7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;And how my mamma put these rags to/ use&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;There were/ rags of many colours,and every piece was small&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;And I didn't have a coat and it was/ way down in the fall&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;G7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Mamma/ sewed the rags together,sewing/ ever piece with love&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;She made my/ coat of many colours,that/ I was so proud of&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;As she sewed she told the story from the bible she had read&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;About a coat of many colours Joseph/ wore and they she said&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;G7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Per/haps this coat will bring you ,much/ love and happiness&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;And I just could/n't wait to wear it&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;And mamma/ blessed it with a kiss&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;G7&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;My. coat of many colours that/ mamma made for me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;G7&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Made only rags,but I/ wore it so proud/ly&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;G7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Al/though we had no  money.oh I/ was rich as I could be&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;In my/ coat of many colours,my/ mamma made for me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;(CHANGE CORDS HERE)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;E&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;So with patches on my breaches and holes in both my shoes&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;B7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;In my coat of many colours,I/ hurried off to school&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;E&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Just to/ find the others laughing and mak/in' fun of  me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;E&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;B7&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;E&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;In my/ coat of many colours,my/ mamma made for/ me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Oh,I couldn't understand it,for I felt I was rich&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;B7&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;And I told them of the love my mamma/ sewed in ever stitch&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;E&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;And I/ told them all the story ,mamma/ told me while she&lt;BR&gt;sewed&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;E&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;And how my/ coat of many colours&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;B7 &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;is worth/ more than all of their clothes&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;E &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;They/ didn't under stand it and I/ tried to make them see&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;E&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;B7&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;That/ one is only poor only/ if they choose to be/&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;E&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun:  yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Now I/ know we have no money,but I'm as/ rich as I could be&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;E&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;B7&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;E&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;In my/ coat of many colours, my/ mamma made for me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;E&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Yeah just for me.....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-1952795783453656335?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/1952795783453656335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=1952795783453656335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1952795783453656335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1952795783453656335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/05/blouse-of-many-flowers.html' title='Blouse of Many Flowers'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-7074870216910489702</id><published>2008-05-28T23:32:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:32:10.653+03:00</updated><title type='text'>beeee day! happy silver year with the nerds + Jude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.4&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11a25f1380b45ed9"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-7074870216910489702?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/7074870216910489702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=7074870216910489702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/7074870216910489702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/7074870216910489702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/05/beeee-day-happy-silver-year-with-nerds.html' title='beeee day! happy silver year with the nerds + Jude'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-1665741609625342475</id><published>2008-05-25T20:51:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:51:21.641+03:00</updated><title type='text'>no excuses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#d2d1e1&gt;There are so many excuses I can come with for not doing this or not doing that and I know that blogging could be one of them. But I will try not to find an excuse for NOT doing it. After all, a blog works like a two edged sword. With a blog, there is something concrete that I can look back on&amp;nbsp;with my life, let's take for example, I wanted to remember how I celebrated my birthday last year and I realized that I was actually home and I only took one photo of me sitting on our couch at home. It wasn't a really a pretty&amp;nbsp;picture of me because&amp;nbsp;it was&amp;nbsp;shot&amp;nbsp;around 2 in the morning and I&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;dead tired at that time and no longer in the mood of looking for an angle that will compliment my face. Anyways,&amp;nbsp;I love celebrating my birthday at around 2 in  the morning of May 25 every year, that's because printed on my birth certificate, I was born&amp;nbsp;at around&amp;nbsp;that time.&amp;nbsp;I sometimes go through a soul searching mode every year&amp;nbsp;so I can determine what I would like to do during my new year. I've already figured what I want to do and I will do what I've always wanted to do. My mantra, with God with me, I CAN DO IT.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#d2d1e1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#d2d1e1&gt;I had an honest conversation with my mom this morning, I was telling her how I could not help it but feel my heart break everytime the meeting with my soldier gets postponed. I've been waiting for him since 2*14*08. We have ditched every effort just so we can meet eye to eye. My mom openly told me TO STOP waiting, what she meant was that I should go on with my life and not counting him as part of it yet. I cannot keep on holding on to a promise NOT being fulfilled yet. I, as well as everyone around me is soooo thrilled to finally meet him. I always keep a positive outlook and I have learned a lot in this process of waiting&amp;nbsp;that even when the set date approaches, I've learned to lower down my expectations and expect rather that I'll be disappointed again.&amp;nbsp;I was actually moved into tears and with sheer envy, I can only be happy for my friends who are well on their way to being hitched. I am more than tempted to feel bad  and have a pity party but I would rather see things on the brighter side. I am praying for a fruitful 2008 and a happy 25th year for me. This is the year when I stop to age, if you ask me my age next year, I'll say it out loud that I am 25, though technically, I am already 26... HERE'S to a great year!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#d2d1e1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#d2d1e1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-1665741609625342475?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/1665741609625342475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=1665741609625342475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1665741609625342475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1665741609625342475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-excuses.html' title='no excuses!'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-6243029667051722339</id><published>2008-05-25T20:26:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:26:59.428+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Constants...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;I just celebrated my silver with the constants of my life. I know for a fact that my family is constant and will back me up no matter what. I am most thankful to them and for their unconditional love. I thank God that though there are so many things in life that change, there are people who never cease to be your friend. It's regardless if you see them everyday or talk to them every time and even if somehow they seem forgotten and it's hard to catch up on each other's life, they're still your friends. Sometimes, days, weeks and even months go by without even seeing these people but you know they are there. Much like the stars at night, we seldom look up and admire it's beauty glittering amidst the thick black velvet sky but we know its there. I seldom express my love and appreciation to these  constants in my life and I hope that I won't fail to let them know just how blessed I am to have them. They've been with me through the ups and downs and they have never failed to make me feel extra special, not only on special occasions but on times when I need a friend to talk to, a shoulder to cry on and just someone to laugh with. Than you guys! Soon these friends of mine will are on their way of building lasting relationships and establishing a family of their own. My heart swells with pride and joy knowing that they're happy with who they are with right now. It's really a miracle to find someone in life who will love us and accept us for who we are and who we are not. Despite my failed relationships, I am still hopeful and still blessed, when I see the radiant faces of these constants, I am reminded that God will always give us nth chances. I&amp;nbsp;am praying&amp;nbsp;that even if my past relationships failed, I'd still find happiness. God knows my  heart and as I silently pray to Him, I am assured that He answers prayers... always... Thank you for a blessed life Lord, and thank YOU for being who YOU are, a CONSTANT.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-6243029667051722339?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/6243029667051722339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=6243029667051722339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/6243029667051722339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/6243029667051722339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-constants.html' title='My Constants...'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-7299667595808664248</id><published>2008-05-23T23:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:46:16.680+03:00</updated><title type='text'>silver year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#f7dde9&gt;I will&amp;nbsp;be celebrating my silver year and I would like to list down the things I have achieved but that will bore me to death. I have so much to thank for in life and thankful to celebrate 25 years... I hope that this will be a memorable year for as I know there is much in store for me out there. I have no idea what is to come but I am facing this new year in my life with expectant and grateful heart in whatever circumstance or situation that will come my way. More on this but hafta go for now...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-7299667595808664248?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/7299667595808664248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=7299667595808664248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/7299667595808664248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/7299667595808664248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/05/silver-year.html' title='silver year'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-639540936862301524</id><published>2008-05-21T03:18:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T03:34:33.077+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Patented</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/SDNsvqrCe1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ziLH8vnO2NY/s1600-h/DSC05297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202621560707513170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/SDNsvqrCe1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ziLH8vnO2NY/s320/DSC05297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/SDNsharCe0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/BKXrKxLe1NA/s1600-h/DSC05296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202621315894377282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/SDNsharCe0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/BKXrKxLe1NA/s320/DSC05296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/SDNry6rCezI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LMxtDE-0BH8/s1600-h/DSC05294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202620517030460210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/SDNry6rCezI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LMxtDE-0BH8/s320/DSC05294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/SDNq-KrCeyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Cga-3GzYwLQ/s1600-h/DSC05293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202619610792360738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/SDNq-KrCeyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Cga-3GzYwLQ/s320/DSC05293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/SDNqrKrCexI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9pJrY24UCfI/s1600-h/DSC05264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202619284374846226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/SDNqrKrCexI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9pJrY24UCfI/s320/DSC05264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;These are some of the accessories I've come up with, I'm just allowing the creative juices to flow for now... I might launch them in the market once I've gathered enough accessories to sell. This is it for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/10933398-639540936862301524?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/639540936862301524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=639540936862301524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/639540936862301524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/639540936862301524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/05/patented.html' title='Patented'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/SDNsvqrCe1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ziLH8vnO2NY/s72-c/DSC05297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10933398.post-3497707389168810513</id><published>2008-05-19T04:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T03:13:59.333+03:00</updated><title type='text'>when I look at the stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif" align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="internal" title="Military wedding clipart." href="http://weddings.lovetoknow.com/wiki/Image:Bgclip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="197" alt="Military wedding clipart." src="http://weddings.lovetoknow.com/wiki/images/Weddings/8/8d/Bgclip1.jpg" width="150" longdesc="/wiki/Image:Bgclip1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-3497707389168810513?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/3497707389168810513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=3497707389168810513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/3497707389168810513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/3497707389168810513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-i-look-at-stars.html' title='when I look at the stars'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-5369521285968542227</id><published>2008-05-19T03:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T03:16:17.062+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Found a way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff80bf;"&gt;There's just so much to write about, I don't even know where to start. I can almost see cobwebs all over my blog when I happen to visit today and my last entry did not even in any way update of what my life has been. Let's just say I have a new love as the stars would put it and every night we watch the stars, glowing faithfully despite the dark clouds... More on this thought but I'd rather blog on the more mundane stuff first. I am also reminded to blog in friendster, I didn't realize that there are curious people who happen to read it and if I can make a difference to another person's life by what I write, I hope my blogging will do. I guess I am too occupied with just too many things. (I'll have to thank my bee for teaching me how to post my blog through e-mail) Technology is amazing!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff80bf;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff80bf;"&gt;Anyways, moving on with my point, I am PROUD of my little accomplishments, I wouldn't consider them GRAND or worth noticing but I am mighty PROUD of what I have accomplished lately. Well, I am talking about several accessories with my bare hands. Somehow, the creative side of my soldier has aroused that creative side of me, I will be posting pics of my creation soon and in high hopes that it might attract potential buyers one of these days. My goal is not so much to sell the pieces I've made but more on to get those creative juices flowing. I am wearing one today and in as much as I want to sell this piece, I'd like to keep it. If I am able to put up my own store today, I'd name it PATENTED. On one of my soldier's emails he mentioned the word, PATENTED while he was referring to cooking up a surprise for sh0es and I, he didn't want anyone to copy what he was planning on. I realized then that it's a great name for a brand, it's like the term BRANDED but has an all too different meaning all to itself. Anyways, going back to patented, I have learned to put a patent on the small pieces I've made and remade. I have gained access to the affordable accessories here and what I do to put a patent on them is to remake those accessories to make it stand out or different from all the rest. There are so many nice and very affordable accessories out in the market but what makes my creation better is the fact that you won't have anyone just like it. It'll be a ONE of a kind design. I'd like to graduate from accessories to prolly clothing someday but I can always take these things one at a time. I can't even wait to  show off those pieces I made. I have made several bags with the guitar design and although I am not sure if I can still make another one, I'm just glad I was able to create a simple guitar print come alive with beads and crystals. I made a shirt with pictures of me and my ex so my ex will be reminded that though our past relationship has become water down the drain, there are memories worth remembering. But even that has to be set aside and placed in the closet, I ask myself, what for anyway... We've chosen different paths now and I've NO REGRETS! Not having my love here allows me all the time in the world to rediscover myself, who I am and what I love to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff80bf;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff80bf;"&gt;One of my friends bumped into my ex-ex(my ex before my ex, go figure) my friend was just glad to announce the level I have reached at work but instead of being happy for me, he commented, "yeah! I have a bigger salary than her..." AS IF! I mean, the nerve of him utter such remarks! It's not the MOOLAH BOZO! It's the level of difficulty and respect I get for being where I am today and I am more than happy to have maintained my position for more than a year now and what about you, if I may ask, you've been hopping from one job to another and not so much accomplishing anything. I'll bet my resume looks better than yours! I was just pissed off trying to belittle me again... But I've got nothing to prove to him anymore since he's been history ages ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff80bf;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff80bf;"&gt;To happier thoughts, it's my silver year, I'll be turning 25 and I honestly don't know what's in store for me, I don't even want to wake up on the 25th 'cause since I can remember, the 25th is tingbits so I don't have enough funds to celebrate. It's a good thing it'll be my restday. I have prepared party hats but that's just it. hehehehehe I'll have to leave it all to the mighty hands of God to work out a miracle for me. I'll have to park for now, I have been staring at the PC, my eyes are now watery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff80bf;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff80bf;"&gt;lotta love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff80bf;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/10933398-5369521285968542227?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/5369521285968542227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=5369521285968542227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/5369521285968542227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/5369521285968542227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/05/found-way.html' title='Found a way!'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-8071374783487268994</id><published>2008-05-19T03:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:06:12.221+03:00</updated><title type='text'>NO OUTLOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:8pt"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff9f40&gt;There have been problems with outlook in the office. Too bad!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-8071374783487268994?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/8071374783487268994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=8071374783487268994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/8071374783487268994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/8071374783487268994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-outlook.html' title='NO OUTLOOK'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-1004332734984824545</id><published>2008-03-30T01:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T01:18:28.602+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99;font-weight:bold'&gt;Love Is...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;by Purple Butterfly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#FFCC99'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Baking you a batch of you favorite cookie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Greeting you each day with a cup of coffee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Sweetening your day with a candy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Topping your choice food with a cherry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Dropping by when I happen to pass by&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Addressing you with a smile when I say hi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Every fraction of my undivided attention&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Baring all forms of deed that show affection&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;An abundant space in my heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Imparting light in the dark&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Taking a leap to hurdle obstacles&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Strength to lift when it's hard to handle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Cherish each moment to hug and cuddle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Showing you a dash of my concern that I know can go a long way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Flashing my sweetest smile to brighten up your entire day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Lavishing you sweetness that you can always treasure&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Showing you tenderness that can never be measured&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;That's what LOVE is&amp;#8230;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;From me to you, well just to mention a few&amp;#8230;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Putting it all together in making you this poem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;For who can stop the heart from beating when it's beating for LOVE?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Thousands of melodies have been written &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;Thousands and even millions more fought and so many have given up their lives&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;And in what name? All in the name of LOVE.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;LOVE can never be measured, it has neither height nor depth &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;LOVE can never be touched yet it is felt by the heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;LOVE can never be fathomed, neither the wisest of the wisest nor the foolish of foolish&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;LOVE can never be just a &amp;quot;A little&amp;#8230;&amp;quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;For it is LOVE that reunites two souls together&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;For it is LOVE that binds and heals broken hearts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;For it is LOVE that compels one to toil and to labor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;For it is LOVE that brought me to you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;LOVE is the reason for the Father to send his SON&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;LOVE is the reason for the SON to shed his blood on the cross&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;LOVE is the sole reason for that sacrifice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ffcc99" face=Georgia&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#FFCC99'&gt;LOVE is the greatest among the three that remain: FAITH, HOPE and LOVE.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&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/10933398-1004332734984824545?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/1004332734984824545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=1004332734984824545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1004332734984824545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1004332734984824545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-is.html' title='Love Is...'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-1961703241269338599</id><published>2008-03-23T19:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:55:16.797+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We Could Be in Love </title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#ccffff" face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#CCFFFF;font-weight:bold'&gt;We Could Be in Love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#ccffff" face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#CCFFFF'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#ccffff" face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#CCFFFF'&gt;Lea:&lt;br&gt; Be still my heart&lt;br&gt; Lately its mind is on it's own &lt;br&gt; It would go far and wide&lt;br&gt; Just to be near you&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Brad:&lt;br&gt; Even the stars&lt;br&gt; Shine a bit bright I've noticed &lt;br&gt; When you're close to me&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Lea: &lt;br&gt; Still it remains a mystery &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Chorus (Both):&lt;br&gt; Anyone who seen us&lt;br&gt; Knows what's going on between us &lt;br&gt; It doesn't take a genius&lt;br&gt; To read between the lines Brad: ohh&lt;br&gt; And it's not just wishful thinking&lt;br&gt; Or only me who's dreaming &lt;br&gt; I know what these are symptoms of &lt;br&gt; We could be in love &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Lea:&lt;br&gt; I ask myself why&lt;br&gt; I sleep like a baby through the night &lt;br&gt; Maybe it helps to know&lt;br&gt; you'll be there tomorrow&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Brad: Lea:&lt;br&gt; Don't open my eyes Ohhh&lt;br&gt; I'll wake from the spell I'm under &lt;br&gt; Makes me wonder how Tell me how&lt;br&gt; I could live without you now&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Both:&lt;br&gt; And what about the laughter&lt;br&gt; The happy ever after &lt;br&gt; Like voices of sweet angels&lt;br&gt; Calling out our names &lt;br&gt; And it's not just wishful thinking&lt;br&gt; Or only me who's dreaming &lt;br&gt; I know what these are symptoms of&lt;br&gt; We could be in love &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Brad:&lt;br&gt; All my life&lt;br&gt; I have dreamed of this &lt;br&gt; But I could not see your face &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Lea:&lt;br&gt; Don't ask why two such distant stars&lt;br&gt; Can fall right into place &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; (Repeat Chorus)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Both: &lt;br&gt; Oh, it doesn't take a genius&lt;br&gt; To know what these are symptoms of&lt;br&gt; We could be Lea: ohh&lt;br&gt; We could be, we could be in love&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Brad:&lt;br&gt; Could be in&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Both:&lt;br&gt; We could be in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#ccffff" face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#CCFFFF'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&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/10933398-1961703241269338599?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/1961703241269338599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=1961703241269338599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1961703241269338599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1961703241269338599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-could-be-in-love.html' title='We Could Be in Love '/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-2935318487800786056</id><published>2008-03-18T00:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:33:07.132+02:00</updated><title type='text'>feelin' sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#ffcc99" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:#FFCC99'&gt;My soldier&amp;#8217;s response on the issue of postponing the ASIAN tour:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#ffcc99" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:#FFCC99'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#ffcc99" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:#FFCC99'&gt;Let me leave you with this:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#ffcc99" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:#FFCC99'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In all things, always give thanks... you might not be where you want to be but neither are you where you use to be. If it hasnt happened yet, that doesnt mean it wont happen... A delay is not a denial from GOD; in HIS own time, He will make all things beautiful... let us just be patient and wait. It will all be worthwhile then!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#ffcc99" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:#FFCC99'&gt;&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#ffcc99" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:#FFCC99'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; feelin sorry,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#ffcc99" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:#FFCC99'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -=&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Century Gothic"; font-weight:bold'&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;=-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#ffcc99" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:#FFCC99'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&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/10933398-2935318487800786056?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/2935318487800786056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=2935318487800786056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2935318487800786056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2935318487800786056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/03/feelin-sorry.html' title='feelin&apos; sorry'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-5092255310967073227</id><published>2008-03-07T19:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T19:57:19.541+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p align=right style='text-align:right'&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=white face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:7.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:white'&gt;All my life, I thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that's a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=white face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:7.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:white'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=right style='text-align:right'&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=white face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:7.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:white'&gt;And the person who loves wholeheartedly feels free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=white face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:7.0pt;font-family:Verdana; color:white'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=right style='text-align:right'&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=white face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:7.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:white'&gt;That is why, regardless of what I might experience, do or learn, nothing makes sense. I hope this time passes quickly, so that I can resume my search for myself &amp;#8211; in the form of a man who understands me and does not make me suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=white face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:7.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:white'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=right style='text-align:right'&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=white face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:7.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:white'&gt;But what am I saying? In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=white face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:7.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:white'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=right style='text-align:right'&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=white face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:7.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:white'&gt;It hurt when I lost each of the various men I fell in love with. Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=white face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:7.0pt;font-family:Verdana; color:white'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=right style='text-align:right'&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=white face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:7.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:white'&gt;That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align=right style='text-align:right'&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=white face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:7.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:white'&gt;-Eleven Minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=white face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:7.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:white'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 color=white face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;color:white'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&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/10933398-5092255310967073227?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/5092255310967073227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=5092255310967073227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/5092255310967073227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/5092255310967073227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/03/eleven-minutes.html' title='Eleven Minutes'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-4525126878351627037</id><published>2008-02-29T03:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T03:28:32.907+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='line-height:18.0pt'&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#ccffff" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"; color:#CCFFFF'&gt;We all live in our own world. But if you look up at the starry sky, you will see that all the different worlds up there combine to form constellations, solar systems, galaxies.&lt;br&gt; (Veronika Decides to Die)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!-- .entry-content --&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&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/10933398-4525126878351627037?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/4525126878351627037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=4525126878351627037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/4525126878351627037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/4525126878351627037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/02/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-8575711655466520389</id><published>2008-02-23T04:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T04:32:26.829+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete the Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#cc99ff" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:#CC99FF;font-style: italic'&gt;That is why it is so important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut loose. People need to understand that no one is playing with marked cards; sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Don&amp;#8217;t expect to get anything back, don&amp;#8217;t expect recognition for your efforts, don&amp;#8217;t expect your genius to be discovered or your love to be understood. Complete the circle. Not out of pride, inability, or arrogance, but simply because whatever it is no longer fits in your life. Close the door, change the record, clean the house, get rid of the dust. Stop being who you were and become who you are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#cc99ff" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:#CC99FF;font-style: italic'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#cc99ff" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:#CC99FF;font-style: italic'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -The Zahir, Paulo Coelho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&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/10933398-8575711655466520389?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/8575711655466520389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=8575711655466520389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/8575711655466520389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/8575711655466520389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/02/complete-circle.html' title='Complete the Circle'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10933398.post-2963316156298301401</id><published>2008-02-13T02:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T02:44:01.909+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt; 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 &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=red face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:red'&gt;&amp;nbsp;A little dash of your concern can go along way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=red face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:red'&gt;A little flash of your smile can brighten up my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=red face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:red'&gt;A little brush of your sweetness can always be treasured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=red face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:red'&gt;A little hush of tenderness can never be measured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=red face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:red'&gt;That's what LOVE is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=red face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:red'&gt;Just to mention a few, starting with me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=red face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:red'&gt;Putting it all together as unto the MASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=red face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:red'&gt;Our little becomes much even with just ONE touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=red face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:red'&gt;He orchestrated everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=red face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:red'&gt;To be demonstrated to every creature and being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=red face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:red'&gt;The greatest SOURCE can only be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=red face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:red'&gt;In CHRIST JESUS, the King on calvary's ground.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&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/10933398-2963316156298301401?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/2963316156298301401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=2963316156298301401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2963316156298301401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2963316156298301401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-made-it-for-you.html' title='I made it for you'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-5502117625579116876</id><published>2008-02-04T21:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:03:59.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I've found you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#cc99ff" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family: "Trebuchet MS";color:#CC99FF;font-weight:bold'&gt;The Last Night Of The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#cc99ff" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt; font-family:"Trebuchet MS";color:#CC99FF'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#cc99ff" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family: "Trebuchet MS";color:#CC99FF'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#cc99ff" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family: "Trebuchet MS";color:#CC99FF'&gt;In a place that won't let us feel &lt;br&gt; In a life where nothing seems real &lt;br&gt; I have found you &lt;br&gt; I have found you &lt;br&gt; In a world that's moving too fast &lt;br&gt; In a world where nothing can last &lt;br&gt; I will hold you &lt;br&gt; I will hold you &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Our lives will change when tomorrow comes &lt;br&gt; Tonight our hearts drown the distant drums &lt;br&gt; and we have music all right &lt;br&gt; tearing the night &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; A song &lt;br&gt; played on a solo saxophone &lt;br&gt; A crazy sound, a lonely sound &lt;br&gt; A cry that tells us love goes on and on &lt;br&gt; played on a solo saxophone &lt;br&gt; It's telling me &lt;br&gt; to hold you tight &lt;br&gt; and dance like it's the last night of the world &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; On the other side of the earth &lt;br&gt; There's a place where life still has worth &lt;br&gt; I will take you &lt;br&gt; I'll go with you &lt;br&gt; You won't believe all the things you'll see &lt;br&gt; I know 'cause you'll see them all with me &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; If we're together that's when &lt;br&gt; we'll hear it again &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; A song &lt;br&gt; played on a solo saxophone &lt;br&gt; A crazy sound, a lonely sound &lt;br&gt; A cry that tells us love goes on and on &lt;br&gt; Played on a solo saxophone &lt;br&gt; It's telling me &lt;br&gt; to hold you tight &lt;br&gt; and dance like it's the last night of the world &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Dreams &lt;br&gt; they were all I ever knew &lt;br&gt; Dreams &lt;br&gt; you won't need when I'm through &lt;br&gt; Anywhere &lt;br&gt; we may be &lt;br&gt; I will sing with you &lt;br&gt; a song... &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; A song played on a solo saxophone &lt;br&gt; So stay with me &lt;br&gt; and hold me tight &lt;br&gt; and dance &lt;br&gt; like it's the last night of the world &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&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/10933398-5502117625579116876?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/5502117625579116876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=5502117625579116876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/5502117625579116876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/5502117625579116876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-found-you.html' title='I&apos;ve found you...'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-8178456774285281777</id><published>2008-02-04T07:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T07:26:22.143+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>It's hard to describe holding on to something that you have doubts will last a lifetime. I gave it my ALL, nothing less than my ALL and why do I feel as if it was not my loss? I knew from the start that forever might not come into a reality but I took the risk, I fought and I bled. Now, I am tired of fighting, I gave it one last shot, I gave it every ounce of me until I have nothing left to give. Can I honestly say I'm happy at the end of it all? Yes, I am happy because now I know just how much I can love someone. It was never easy but I sailed on the rough seas even when others around me told me it was not worth the fight anymore. I sailed on in high hopes of finding a real treasure. It reminds me of Coelho's The Alchemist. After going through difficulties, journeying to places where he's never been, his treasure is right where he left off. My treasure is still my family and friends who stood by me though I have neglected them in my quest to find my real treasure. It's still hard to accept reality, i wished that it was just a nightmare and I'd wake up beside the one I love. But this is reality and reality is, someone else is making him happy. I should really just be happy for him. Even if loving means letting go, I am still willing to take that road. *sigh* Thank you friends, for showing me that I am still loved and I am a treasure even if the one I loved did not see that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-8178456774285281777?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/8178456774285281777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=8178456774285281777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/8178456774285281777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/8178456774285281777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10933398.post-8953863509874626771</id><published>2008-01-12T03:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T03:24:51.002+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bantayan... Sinulog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#cc99ff" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS";color:#CC99FF'&gt;Ahhhh&amp;#8230; My first entry for what seemed like an endless vacation. So much has happened that it&amp;#8217;s hard to keep up with life. I still have my dreams with me and I am happy that I have the power to make those dreams come true. I finally planned the trip for my bestfriend &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Alma&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. She was here to visit me sometime September last month since I told her I was already resigning. My resignation is still pending so I got to celebrate Christmas here in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Cebu&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Alma and I used to talk endlessly about wanting to travel, eating at different restaurants and simply exploring the country. Almost 4 years has passed and we haven&amp;#8217;t quite toured the Country yet. For now, we lack the funds but I learned from another sup here that life is what you make out of it. If one is determined to get what he or she dreams then it&amp;#8217;s definitely going to be a breeze. The highlight of the trip would be our trip to Bantayan. I&amp;#8217;ve heard lots of good reviews from Bantayan. Although I&amp;#8217;ve never been to Boracay, I wanted to explore the white sands of the beaches nearest &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Cebu&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I am quite excited about this trip and I looking forward to breathe the breeze, to feel the warmth of the sunshine and the feel of sand underneath my feet. I&amp;#8217;ve been in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Cebu&lt;/st1:place&gt; for three years now but not once did I allow myself to watch the parade, I figured that it&amp;#8217;s too crowded, too noisy and too hot. Almost every school in the city is busy preparing for their street in high hopes of bringing home the pride of being number one. Sinulog is the biggest festival in a metropolitan like &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Cebu&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Hotels, motels and inns everywhere are fully booked by that time. A lot of people would spend moolah just to be part and witness the event. Here I am, it&amp;#8217;s going to be my restday and my bestfriend &amp;nbsp;or both of my bestfriends are coming over so I am making the most of the experience. I&amp;#8217;ve been looking forward to fairer skin but I think I&amp;#8217;d want to try to be tan once in a while. Come to think about it, I feel so blessed to have 2 great bestfriends in my life, I don&amp;#8217;t just have one but 2 of them and they&amp;#8217;re not just ordinary girls, they&amp;#8217;re awesome and let me add that both are stunners. Hehehehe you know what they say, &amp;#8216;birds with the same feather flock together.&amp;#8217; There&amp;#8217;ll be pictures posted on the blog for sure and I&amp;#8217;m sure that it&amp;#8217;ll be worth the time, the effort and the money. I love both of my girls and although they may be different in many ways both are also alike in a lot of ways. No wonder I became close to them. I grew up without a sister so both of them kinda filled that spot for me. Just one week more and I&amp;#8217;ll be prancing round the sun&amp;#8230; sigh! Can&amp;#8217;t wait!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&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/10933398-8953863509874626771?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/8953863509874626771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=8953863509874626771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/8953863509874626771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/8953863509874626771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2008/01/bantayan-sinulog.html' title='Bantayan... Sinulog...'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-2740238571758015399</id><published>2007-11-27T00:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:49:03.932+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#cc99ff" face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family: Verdana;color:#CC99FF'&gt;Home&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#cc99ff" face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family: Verdana;color:#CC99FF;font-weight:normal'&gt;Daughtry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#cc99ff" face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Arial; color:#CC99FF'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#cc99ff" face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Verdana; color:#CC99FF'&gt;I'm staring out into the night,&lt;br&gt; Trying to hide the pain.&lt;br&gt; I'm going to the place where love&lt;br&gt; And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.&lt;br&gt; And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Well I'm going home,&lt;br&gt; Back to the place where I belong,&lt;br&gt; And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;br&gt; I'm not running from.&lt;br&gt; No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;br&gt; I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;br&gt; But these places and these faces are getting old,&lt;br&gt; So I'm going home.&lt;br&gt; Well I'm going home.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The miles are getting longer, it seems,&lt;br&gt; The closer I get to you.&lt;br&gt; I've not always been the best man or friend for you.&lt;br&gt; But your love, remains true.&lt;br&gt; And I don't know why.&lt;br&gt; You always seem to give me another try.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; So I'm going home,&lt;br&gt; Back to the place where I belong,&lt;br&gt; And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;br&gt; I'm not running from.&lt;br&gt; No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;br&gt; I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;br&gt; But these places and these faces are getting old,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Be careful what you wish for,&lt;br&gt; 'Cause you just might get it all.&lt;br&gt; You just might get it all,&lt;br&gt; And then some you don't want.&lt;br&gt; Be careful what you wish for,&lt;br&gt; 'Cause you just might get it all.&lt;br&gt; You just might get it all, yeah.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Oh, well I'm going home,&lt;br&gt; Back to the place where I belong,&lt;br&gt; And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;br&gt; I'm not running from.&lt;br&gt; No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;br&gt; I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;br&gt; But these places and these faces are getting old.&lt;br&gt; I said these places and these faces are getting old,&lt;br&gt; So I'm going home.&lt;br&gt; I'm going home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#cc99ff" face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Verdana; color:#CC99FF'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;font size=3 color="#cc99ff" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt; color:#CC99FF'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&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/10933398-2740238571758015399?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/2740238571758015399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=2740238571758015399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2740238571758015399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2740238571758015399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-going-home.html' title='I&apos;m going Home'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-8783585781908278793</id><published>2007-10-08T20:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:44:54.302+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nth Chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#cc99ff" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS";color:#CC99FF'&gt;Just how many chances do we actually get in life? I am beginning to ask myself this question since I just ran into some heavy drama with my beau before going to work. Everything was going well, I started to see and feel his effort of showing me how much he cared for me. No matter how we tried, we almost broke up a few weeks back, I went home for a vacation and when I came back, we were trying real hard to bring back the lovin&amp;#8217;. No matter how hard it was that we went through we still figured out at the end of the day that we still wanted each other and that we wanted to give our relationship an nth chance. I became desperate and I groped for ways and solutions to give our relationship an nth chance. Rox became a good student of LAW of Attraction and to be honest, I didn&amp;#8217;t get it at first, I just went by whatever life gives me or gave me without realizing that we attract what we actually want in life. I&amp;#8217;ve tried it once or several times back then but I never thought or even believed that there is such a law governing what I thought was just coincidence. It&amp;#8217;s been working really well with my bee ef. What I can say with this law that I can relate with the BIBLE is that it takes a lot of faith to believe that it will actually come true. It takes a child-like faith. I have questions governing such law though, that maybe that it is not at all absolute. Let&amp;#8217;s say for example that I want so much to marry my beau and build a family with him, I think about it, I visualize it and focus on it and everything needed as a proven fact that the LAW of Attraction really exist. What if I don&amp;#8217;t end up with him, what if after visualizing and all the focusing, it wasn&amp;#8217;t enough to make that vision come true? Should I just be content and say that maybe God did not exactly intend for us to be together in the first place? I particularly remember one thing Edgar asked me, he asked me the difference between a wish and a goal. Maybe I am just mixing up wishful thinking with the Law of Attraction. Because to me, the law seemed like wishing something really hard and when you&amp;#8217;ve wished hard enough, it will eventually come true. I am not particularly keen to the subject of Law of Attraction &amp;#8216;cause admittedly I haven&amp;#8217;t fully understood it well. I wanted to learn it, embrace it and live it. Knowing something is different than living it. I admit I have so much to learn in life and like what my mom said, I need to find my balance. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&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/10933398-8783585781908278793?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/8783585781908278793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=8783585781908278793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/8783585781908278793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/8783585781908278793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/10/nth-chances.html' title='Nth Chances'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-682291162902392070</id><published>2007-09-13T15:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:06:08.159+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was glad that my Kuya came for a visit with his wife Angeli tonight. I have a thing for family dinner, lunches, breakfast or anything involving the family. It was my first time seeing Anj with her burgeoning belly and oh my am I excited to see the little thing growing inside her belly. It's gonna be the first apo on both sides of the family. Serves right cause both of them are the eldest. Here's a picture of their lil one and I can say that this kid has a striking resemblance to my kuya so I am calling him my little Kuya. I am definite that this baby is gonna be showered with so much love from everyone. I hope he's not gonna grow spoiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RulCWk8vx5I/AAAAAAAAADk/d_PjSXH4KjE/s1600-h/baby+boy+fortich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RulCWk8vx5I/AAAAAAAAADk/d_PjSXH4KjE/s320/baby+boy+fortich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109688207871559570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I've decided that tonight is gonna be my last night here in CDO and as with the other nights before, it makes me and my parents sad that I will be leaving. I talked with my papa and he told me how disappointed he is at me for not coming home yet. Well, I've done a lot of thinking since I came home and I know it's best for me to stay home. But before I leave everything behind, I will make sure to fix everything before I leave, make sure that all ends will be tightened so I can live peaceably back here in CDO. I am excited to go home and stay here before I plan my next move. I know I will be leaving people behind in Cebu but it's so much harder leaving the people who love me unconditionally. It won't be long from now. I can feel it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-682291162902392070?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/682291162902392070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=682291162902392070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/682291162902392070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/682291162902392070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/09/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RulCWk8vx5I/AAAAAAAAADk/d_PjSXH4KjE/s72-c/baby+boy+fortich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10933398.post-9115794571197317723</id><published>2007-09-10T13:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:04:20.713+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My place called home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;My bestfriend Alma sent me a very honest message, one that made me realize that I have been so out of touch with those who are closest to me. It was really hard to admit that my world revolved around work and my beau? or maybe ex-beau... I had a close friend come up to me one time and said that he hasn't seen me hanging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; out with my group of friends he labeled as Nerds. I realized those who truly cared for me when I was admitted at the hospital. The doctor diagnosed me with a bleeding disorder with no known cause or treatment. It's a rare case. I started to spit large amounts of blood that was first suspected coming from my ruptured tonsils. The amount was so large that the source could be coming somewhere other than the tonsils. After several tests, they found out that my vital organs are all intact, it's not ulcer, tb or anything with the liver. I cannot thank God enough that my health is not in its worse condition yet. My mom came to see me on the day I was discharged at the hospital and since my place is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;not a conducive place for rest, she can't even cook good food for me and there wasn't enough space for the both of us to sleep on we decided to sail for Cagayan de Oro on that same night. The doctor did not have to issue any medication but I will be under observation. There were really times that I felt a salty taste on my mouth, a signal that I would be spitting blood anytime and it was when I would pray the hardest. For one, when I was at the hospital, I was mostly alone and it was a scary experience seei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ng all those blood come out from my mouth and no one helping me out. I didn't want to go through it alone. I know for a fact that my health deteriorated because I have been feeling lonely, I have been feeling all the pressure at work, my finances are not in good shape and I have been having problems with my beau. All these were enough to send me straight to the hospital. Being the great parents that they are, they didn't care about the cost, they just wanted me to be home with them so I can re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;cuperate well. So here I am at home, surfing the web, eating all the good food and enjoying the company of the people who love me no matter what. I needed this break and to realize a lot of things in my life. I went to see another doctor today and he said that just by basing on the tests conducted, I have nothing to be worried about but to take ample amounts of rest, good food and a lot of tender loving care. That's exactly what I am getting since I came home. It's been great being home. I can't thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;k of any best place in the world but home. I wish to thank the nerds for being with me the entire time, Krishna for staying overnight and for helping when I was discharged, Nikki for the food and Debbie for taking the time to visit me. You girls are lovely and having you all makes life easier. I had a really pretty nurse who accompanied me during lab tests, she was so patient, pleasant and a very sweet girl, she was one of the interns of Cebu Doc. I never had the chance to thank her, thank you Diane King. And to everyone else who paid me a visit, for taking time out of their busy schedule to drop by, to my cousin Pangkoy for staying overnight and everyone else who prayed for me and silently supported me the entire time. And of course to my family, my mom and papa especially. For loving despite of many things. I'll never forget this experience ever. I thank God for keeping me and for just allowing me to rest through this. I owe you my life Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Cebu Doc Rm 523 with the Nerds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RuUiuzJxC7I/AAAAAAAAADc/M6fX1dEs08M/s1600-h/cebu+doc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RuUiuzJxC7I/AAAAAAAAADc/M6fX1dEs08M/s320/cebu+doc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108527539722193842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-9115794571197317723?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/9115794571197317723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=9115794571197317723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/9115794571197317723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/9115794571197317723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-place-called-home.html' title='My place called home'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RuUiuzJxC7I/AAAAAAAAADc/M6fX1dEs08M/s72-c/cebu+doc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10933398.post-1551804892951900438</id><published>2007-09-09T17:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:07:27.550+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d23576d395290352" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd23576d395290352%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330185957%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11172D3B6A804D078FA02E146AF4B045FA2CC578.4767501A5D02A4632E7415EEC382C2D163A2D163%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd23576d395290352%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHCH6wWBANF9NvqZQJkSIBy-qDf4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd23576d395290352%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330185957%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11172D3B6A804D078FA02E146AF4B045FA2CC578.4767501A5D02A4632E7415EEC382C2D163A2D163%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd23576d395290352%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHCH6wWBANF9NvqZQJkSIBy-qDf4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am very new to uploading a video on blog so I am trying this one out. This was taken on my birthday last May 25, 2007. That was the last time I spent time with my family, just all five of us before welcoming a new addition. My kuya was to be wed the day after so this birthday lunch meant a lot to me. My papa was fussing over Kaloi's Barong and that I found amusing.&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/10933398-1551804892951900438?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/1551804892951900438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=1551804892951900438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1551804892951900438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1551804892951900438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-5590411493303818189</id><published>2007-09-02T01:36:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:31:04.948+03:00</updated><title type='text'>things to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G27rLxlgY78"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G27rLxlgY78" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#3c77e6;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  lang="EN" &gt;Four in the Morning &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#3c77e6;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  lang="EN" &gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#3c77e6;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  lang="EN" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#3c77e6;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  lang="EN" &gt;Waking up to find another day&lt;br /&gt;The moon got lost again last night&lt;br /&gt;But now the sun has finally had its say&lt;br /&gt;I guess I feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts when I think&lt;br /&gt;When I let it sink in&lt;br /&gt;It's all over me&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you sleep, it hurts a lot&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You've got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp;amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to know I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to lose the love I've found&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you said that you would change&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me down&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair how you are&lt;br /&gt;I can't be complete, can you give me more?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;class id="NoSteal"&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp;amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, you know what I need&lt;br /&gt;Save all your love up for me&lt;br /&gt;We can't escape the love&lt;br /&gt;Give me everything that you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;&amp; nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp;amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Give you everything)&lt;br /&gt;(Give you all of me)&lt;/class&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#33cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;There’s just so much to say and I would rather say them all in a song. I am liking this song by Gwen cause I can identify with the lyrics somehow. It’s true that I do not want anything less than everything cause I know for a fact that I can give all of me. And that is every part of my being. It’s really hard to explain how I am feeling right now so let this song just say it all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Gotta Go My Own Way &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Gabriella &amp; Troy (High School Musical 2 Soundtrack&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Gabriella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say what’s in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Something about us&lt;br /&gt;doesn’t seem right these days&lt;br /&gt;life keeps getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we try, somehow the plan&lt;br /&gt;is always rearranged&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to say&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve gotta do what’s best for me&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be okay&lt;br /&gt;I’ve go to move on and be who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t belong here&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;We might find our place in this world someday&lt;br /&gt;But at least for now&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go my own away&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;But I get my hopes up&lt;br /&gt;and I watch them fall everytime&lt;br /&gt;Another colour turns to grey&lt;br /&gt;and it’s just too hard to watch it all slowly fade away&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving today ‘coz&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotta do what’s best for me&lt;br /&gt;you’ll be okay&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to move on and be who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t belong here&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;We might find our place in this&lt;br /&gt;world someday&lt;br /&gt;But at least for now&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go my own away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Troy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about us?&lt;br /&gt;What about everything we’ve been through?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Gabriella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about trust?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Troy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I never wanted to hurt you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Gabriella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Troy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Gabriella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta leave but I’ll miss you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Troy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Gabriella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ve got to move on and be who I am&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Troy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to go?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Gabriella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t belong here&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Troy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to understand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Gabriella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might find our place in this world someday&lt;br /&gt;but at least for now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Troy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Gabriella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go my own way&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to move on and be who I am&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Troy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about us?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Gabriella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t belong here&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Troy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to understand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;Gabriella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might find our place in this&lt;br /&gt;world someday&lt;br /&gt;but at least for now&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go my own away (3x)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbKk0Ghv3a4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbKk0Ghv3a4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-5590411493303818189?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/5590411493303818189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=5590411493303818189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/5590411493303818189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/5590411493303818189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-to-say.html' title='things to say'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-977118912699475907</id><published>2007-08-26T03:32:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:25:55.102+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be Alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’ll Be Alright&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sarah Geronimo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It's time for me to let you know&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I have you&lt;br /&gt;Through all these years&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've grown&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;With all the things you taught me so&lt;br /&gt;Always remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright, I'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;I will be good learning all the way&lt;br /&gt;All from the heart, these things I do&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you proud because I love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright, I'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;I will be fine&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be good all the way&lt;br /&gt;All from the heart, these things I do&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you proud because I do&lt;br /&gt;I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stand tall and I'll try not to fall&lt;br /&gt;As I reach all of my goals&lt;br /&gt;I will go on, I will move on&lt;br /&gt;All because of you&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright, I'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;I will be good learning all the way&lt;br /&gt;All from the heart, these things I do&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you proud because I love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright, I'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;I will be fine&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be good all the way&lt;br /&gt;All from the heart, these things I do&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you proud because I do&lt;br /&gt;I love you so&lt;br /&gt;I love you so&lt;br /&gt;I love you so&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I dedicate this song to my parents for always being there for me no matter what. I will always be thankful for the kind of love and support that they have given me even when I made mistakes and for each time I disappoint them. The thing with them is that they allow me to explore life and when I fall and do not make the best choice, they point out the lessons to me and allow me learn from it. I don’t think I will ever survive this life if not for them. They’re not with me but they have been the BEST. I feel like I can do anything in my life for as long as I have their support. To my mama and papa, I will make you proud and I love you, this song definitely sums what I want to say to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UEUKSzZIg7s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UEUKSzZIg7s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/10933398-977118912699475907?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/977118912699475907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=977118912699475907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/977118912699475907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/977118912699475907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/08/ill-be-alright.html' title='I&apos;ll Be Alright'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-3450952090711852781</id><published>2007-08-03T05:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T05:59:09.027+03:00</updated><title type='text'>young and free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I complained about being alone and spending my time alone lately. I sometimes dread to be alone. But I realized that there are some advantages to being with me, myself and I. Like today for example, I can go wherever I want and do whatever I want. Being here in Cebu is already a huge step for me, I dream of going places someday and meeting different kinds of people and different cultures. I know it's not gonna be too late. I am young and I am FREE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-3450952090711852781?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/3450952090711852781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=3450952090711852781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/3450952090711852781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/3450952090711852781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/08/young-and-free.html' title='young and free'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-1695757870650580624</id><published>2007-08-02T07:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T07:33:30.635+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Meg and Cj pointed out that I haven't updated my friendster lately and I believe the last time I checked was last May when I went home for my brother's big day. It's so amazing what I found out lately. People or my friends to be exact are actually getting married or are already married. I just can't believe it. Has it been that long? Wow. It shouldn't shock me at all cause even my own brother just got married this year with his longtime girlfriend. I am amazed and envious at the same time, do I want to hear wedding bells ring for me? Of course I do even though I am scared of it I find myself dreaming of marrying my prince charming. SO I am happy being single for now. I have my whole life to plan out and I am hoping that maybe somewhere along the way it will happen to me. It would really be a dream come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-1695757870650580624?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/1695757870650580624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=1695757870650580624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1695757870650580624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1695757870650580624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/08/friendster-update.html' title='Friendster Update'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-4761682748185402411</id><published>2007-08-02T05:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T06:20:17.986+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I thought change would be good for me and at some point change is a good thing. I've announced it sometime ago that I was getting into the habit of smoking but after puffing 12 sticks in a day, and a few more sticks later, I decided to QUIT. It's not for me really. I know it felt liberating and good but it made me feel worse after. I am not saying that people who smoke are bad, I am only saying that it is really not for me. I have a conviction in my heart to stay away from it. When Lindz found out that I tried smoking, he was furious at me and telling me that he loved me for who I am and that's when I realized that though there may be things that I need to change about myself it has to be change for good. People have been asking me if I am having a problem cause I resorted to smoking and I cannot begin to explain to them what I exactly I am going through right now. I can't find the words to describe how I feel. All I know is that it is something that is hard to share even with someone I trust with my own life. Let's just say that I am at a crossroad and it's hard to take one more step. There are a lot of things holding me back, a lot of fears and apprehension and I am beginning to feel lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I want to be reckless and free, never counting the consequences but I have seen other people who tried to live their lives that way and they ended up regretting what they've done and I don't want to look at my life someday and have a lot of regrets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Another thing is, I don't know how I learned to survive being away from home longer than I have imagined. When I first started out here by myself I didn't intend to stay long but I couldn't imagine myself anywhere else and I managed to get the position that I worked hard for. I've met a lot of people and have formed bonds and friendships that are now hard to break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Last night was hard for me, early that day I learned that my roomie Meg's dad died. It was hard for her and I can only imagine how tough it would be going through such pain especially after a recent break with her boyfriend. She had to leave for Bacolod. I am left alone in my room. I've started to feel really lonely lately. It's  a kind of loneliness that I dread feeling. I transferred to a new place with Meg just a month ago and it was great cause it provided a room with aircon. I was used to be at my old boarding house that even though I stayed alone in my room I know that there are other people inside their rooms and I never got to feel alone. Whenever I do, I'd go out or hang out at my landlady's kitchen and she'd be there, we would talk and I wouldn't feel lonely. But it's different now, I go out from the room and find no one. Tv nor music do not bring comfort anymore. Lindz couldn't understand what I was going through and I don't blame him, he has his own set of problems to take care of and I don't want to add to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I still find myself helplessly falling in love with him even though a lot has changed between us. I am used to eating with him during lunch or just seeing him everyday, I am used to him paying me a visit at my place, holding my hand, taking me out to the mall or the movies but now, he's been having a lot of excuses not to see me and though I sometimes doubt that he's with someone else, I am ruling it out until I can be positive about it. I only feel that he needs time to be alone and be with himself without me nagging at his side. I'll always be there for him and I know for for sure that he needs this time to be alone so he can chart his course. Whatever happends between us, I am preparing myself for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There is so much that I want to pour my heart on. I want so much to share how I am feeling but I don't think there would be anyone in the world who will understand what I am going through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-4761682748185402411?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/4761682748185402411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=4761682748185402411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/4761682748185402411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/4761682748185402411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/08/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-7722894343351270364</id><published>2007-07-10T07:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T07:57:33.052+03:00</updated><title type='text'>An Honest Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#cc99ff" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:#CC99FF'&gt;I woke up today wanting to feel and see some changes in my so-called life. I realized that I have been trying to be good all my life. I&amp;#8217;ve been trying to be good at everything, a daughter, a friend and everything that I am. I&amp;#8217;ve always been afraid to try new things and I&amp;#8217;ve tried to be at the safe zone always. Always thinking of what other people might say or think. And you know what I realized? I just want to be me. I want to be loved for who I am. I bought a pack of cigarettes hoping that someone might care enough to ask me to stop. I want to prove to myself that even if I am not good or so much less than perfect, I still am worth loving. I know I am sounding pathetic here cause I know that deep in my heart and in the recesses of my mind, I am worth loving but a part of me just wants to prove it. I want to be loved not because I am good but because I am me. Sounds familiar? Don&amp;#8217;t we all want that? I&amp;#8217;ve started to smoke just for the heck of it. I&amp;#8217;m going against what I&amp;#8217;ve always believed in. I just want a taste of freedom. I was brought up in such a way that smoking and excessive drinking is bad. I&amp;#8217;ve made several attempts before to really smoke but I quit even before I start. I find it smelly and I just couldn&amp;#8217;t stand puffing smoke. But lately it&amp;#8217;s been a liberating feeling going against my belief that smoking is bad. I know it kills and I intend to stop before I get hooked. Maybe smoking for me now is just a temporary insane thing. For once in my life, I want to feel bad about myself. I feel like I am lost and I need someone to anchor me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&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/10933398-7722894343351270364?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/7722894343351270364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=7722894343351270364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/7722894343351270364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/7722894343351270364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/07/honest-entry.html' title='An Honest Entry'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-1314270510385656022</id><published>2007-06-09T02:29:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T02:29:37.688+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Think of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#cc99ff" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:#CC99FF'&gt;You'll Think Of Me &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#cc99ff" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:#CC99FF;font-weight: normal'&gt;Keith Urban&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I woke up early this morning around 4am&lt;br&gt; With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate&lt;br&gt; I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep&lt;br&gt; But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake&lt;br&gt; Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms&lt;br&gt; I've been tryin' my best to get along&lt;br&gt; But that's OK&lt;br&gt; There's nothing left to say, but&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Take your records, take your freedom&lt;br&gt; Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;br&gt; Take your space and take your reasons&lt;br&gt; But you'll think of me&lt;br&gt; And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br&gt; 'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;br&gt; In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br&gt; But you'll think of me, you'll think of me&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I went out driving trying to clear my head&lt;br&gt; I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left&lt;br&gt; I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this&lt;br&gt; And all the baggage that seems to still exist&lt;br&gt; It seems the only blessing I have left to my name&lt;br&gt; Is not knowing what we could have been&lt;br&gt; What we should have been&lt;br&gt; So&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Take your records, take your freedom&lt;br&gt; Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;br&gt; Take your space and take your reasons&lt;br&gt; But you'll think of me&lt;br&gt; And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br&gt; 'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;br&gt; In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br&gt; But you'll think of me&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Someday I'm gonna run across your mind&lt;br&gt; Don't worry, I'll be fine&lt;br&gt; I'm gonna be alright&lt;br&gt; While you're sleeping with your pride&lt;br&gt; Wishing I could hold you tight&lt;br&gt; I'll be over you &lt;br&gt; And on with my life&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; So take your records, take your freedom&lt;br&gt; Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;br&gt; And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br&gt; 'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;br&gt; In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br&gt; But you'll think of me&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; So take your records, take your freedom&lt;br&gt; Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;br&gt; Take your space and all your reasons&lt;br&gt; But you'll think of me&lt;br&gt; And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;br&gt; 'Cause we got nothing left to weather&lt;br&gt; In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;br&gt; But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; And you're gonna think of me&lt;br&gt; Oh someday baby, someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Century Gothic";color:#CC99FF; font-weight:normal'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-1314270510385656022?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/1314270510385656022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=1314270510385656022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1314270510385656022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/1314270510385656022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/06/youll-think-of-me.html' title='You&apos;ll Think of Me'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-2675183596982401355</id><published>2007-05-28T12:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T12:53:50.207+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I owe you's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RlqmVZYVhEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Sanvh1Q96NY/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RlqmVZYVhEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Sanvh1Q96NY/s320/DSC00550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069547217079338050" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my mama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;As I walk through my museum of memories,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;I owe you - for your &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;. Day and night.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;I owe you - for your &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;example&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;. Consistent and dependable.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;I owe you - for your &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;support&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;. Stimulating and challenging.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;I owe you - for your &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;humor.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt; Sparky and quick.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;I owe you - for your &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;counsel.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt; Wise and quiet.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;I owe you - for your &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;humility.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt; Genuine and gracious.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;I owe you - for your &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;hospitality. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Smiling and warm.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;I owe you - for your &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;insight.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt; Keen and honest.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;I owe you - for your &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;flexibility.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt; Patient and joyful.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;I owe you - for your &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;sacrifices.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt; Numerous and quickly forgotten.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;I owe you - for your &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;faith.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt; Solid and sure.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;I owe you - for your &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;hope&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;. Ceaseless and indestructible.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;I owe you - for your &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;love.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt; Devoted and deep.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;-Charles R. Swindoll, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Strong Family&lt;/font&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/10933398-2675183596982401355?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/2675183596982401355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=2675183596982401355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2675183596982401355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2675183596982401355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-owe-yous.html' title='I owe you&apos;s'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RlqmVZYVhEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Sanvh1Q96NY/s72-c/DSC00550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10933398.post-3556413593210209641</id><published>2007-05-27T03:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T17:50:23.582+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RlihM5YVg9I/AAAAAAAAACE/CGhppPU9Tuw/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068978623538889682" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RlihM5YVg9I/AAAAAAAAACE/CGhppPU9Tuw/s320/DSC00191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;This blogger's Beau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.27.07.&lt;/strong&gt; Isn't it obvious by now that I am in love and still in love? The romantic hopeful that I am is still in love even after 14 months has passed and I am still counting the days and still hoping for what most girls dream about. I had hoped and I am still hoping that we'd be celebrating more than just 14 months but maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;a lifetime together. Pressing the rewind button would reveal that this relationship is standing the test time. A lot has changed since then.. He fell in love with my long chocolate-brown silky hair and I just fell for him. My hair is shorter and my beau has gained weight and looking every bit awesome and I have become an envy of most girls. But more than the superf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;iciality side of things, I love my beau for always bringing out the bst in me and for loving me despite the worst in me. I may be away from him on this day but I still would want to celebrate and mark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;today as our 14th month. People know that when they're still in love and head over heels over someone because they feel a throbbing pain in their c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;hest everytime they think of that person who brings music into their life. *sigh*... I lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ve you Lindz and I thank God for all the laughter and thank you for loving me and for bringing music into my life. Thank you for being patient with me and for tolerating my drama. I'll see you when I come back and yes, I miss you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Honey, this song's for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bryan Ad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ams&lt;br /&gt;When You Love Someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;When you love someone you'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;You'll do all the crazy things that you can't explain&lt;br /&gt;You'll shoot the moon put out the sun&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;You'll deny the truth believe a lie&lt;br /&gt;There'll be times that you'll believe&lt;br /&gt;you can really fly&lt;br /&gt;But your lonely nights have just begun&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone y ou'll feel it deep inside&lt;br /&gt;And nothin' else can ever change your mind&lt;br /&gt;When you want someone - when you need someone&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone - you'll sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;You'd give it everything you got and&lt;br /&gt;you won't think twice&lt;br /&gt;You'd risk it all - no matter what may come&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;You'll shoot the moon - put out the sun&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-~*~-~*~-~*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This blogger's brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068955589629281170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RliMQJYVg5I/AAAAAAAAABk/RY0T9SmZjeU/s320/kuya.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This dude just got married today, &lt;strong&gt;5.26.07&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a very warm and cozy celebration that was celebrated with close family and friends. My brother was every inch looking like a handsome knight in his barong and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ngeli was radiantly glowing as she walked down the aisle. It was a pretty sight to see and will forever cherish that moment, looking at my brother gazing at his Bride-to-be with so much love. I was holding back tear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s watching them and there's always something beautiful about weddings that always gives a twitch inside all the time. I couldn't believe that I was actually watching my own brother getting hitched. He made a proud announcement at the wedding reception that they've been together for 8 years. They finally decided to tie knot and will be welcoming a baby Fortich come September. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RlkL75YVg_I/AAAAAAAAACU/NjZXe3W3BZw/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069095979225285618" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RlkL75YVg_I/AAAAAAAAACU/NjZXe3W3BZw/s320/DSC00577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;wouldn't blame my kuya for starting a family at such a tender age of only 24 but he'll be turning 25 this June 6, he started young, again, they've been together longer than most marriages&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;these days and he has a stable job working as a lea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d in the biggest and pioneering callcenter in Mindanao. I guess he has what it takes to start a family of his own now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Message to the Groom (My Kuya Paolo)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya, I love you and will always be proud of you. I can't believe you'll be a dad soon and I know for a fact that both Anj and baby are blessed to have you in their lives. We, your family are blessed to have you with us and for being a part of us. You have your own family to take care of now but you'll always be part of this family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Message to the Bride (Beautiful Angeli): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We warmly welcome you into the family. I know there'll be many adjustments to make especially now that not only have you become part of the Fortich family but we will also be welcoming a new member soon. We're really glad to have you with us. Please feel at home, we are one family now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I on the other hand is only just beginning to accomplish my d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;reams and I wake up each day knowing that every day brings me closer to that dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;This blogger's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RliRLZYVg8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/tLyFehiVLMg/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068961005583041474" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RliRLZYVg8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/tLyFehiVLMg/s320/DSC00534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;took a picture of me as the clock ticked &lt;strong&gt;5.25.07. &lt;/strong&gt;I actually don't feel any different, I still feel the sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;me person as I was but I feel only a year older. I've already w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;elcomed adulthood a long time ago and birthdays have now become mere reminders that I'm not getting any younger and will soon face wrinkles. I haven't seen a trace of wrinkles on my face yet so I'm not yet worried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;A couple of people have greeted me and mostly from very close ones. I marked my 24th year with lunch with my family. The food was great and more than the food was the time I spent with the 5 of us. I missed my brother Kaloi who has been in M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;anila for quite some time and flew in to Cagayan de Oro to witness and celebrate our Kuya's wedding. It was just a plain delight having my family all in one table. It'll take time until we can all be together in one table again especially now that my kuya is married and my younger brother is only about to g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;raduate from animation school and will be looking for a job and I have decided to stay in Cebu. It was a simple celebration but it meant a lot to me having celebrated my 24th birthday with my entire family. I couldn't ask for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This blogger's mobile phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RlilmJYVg-I/AAAAAAAAACM/3b6rprd_44w/s1600-h/SE+W850.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068983455377097698" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RlilmJYVg-I/AAAAAAAAACM/3b6rprd_44w/s320/SE+W850.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sony Ericsson W850i.&lt;/span&gt; I grabbed this unit about a month ago. I was just surfing the web, was checking out gadgets, trying out it's features online and I fell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;in love with this phone. I didn't set out to buy this thing not un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;til I got the moolah for it so my beau and I set out to buy it. My heart almost sank when I gave the saleslady the money for it, I was carrying cash with me the entire time and giving it up for this phone was not easy. At the last moment, I changed my mind but I know I needed to buy something for working really hard for more than 2 years, not that I deserved a reward or anything but I just wanted something tangible out of the earnings I got. I downloaded all my fave songs, took pictures and videos of me, my friends and family. I don't regret grabbing this phone for it became a companion for my beau and I on lonely days and nights and it provided rel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ief and an escape from harsh realities in life just by listening to good music. I ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;de a couple of friends just by sharing music through bluetooth. It's simply amazing. It won't be long until this phone will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; soon be replaced by newer versions but it doesn't matter to me anyway cause this phone has served its purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This blogge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;r's song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt; I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined&lt;br /&gt;I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines&lt;br /&gt;We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I carry this song with me lately. I really do believe that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the best is still unwritten.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;~-~*~-~*~-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RlkaUpYVhBI/AAAAAAAAACk/lvkZf6h1m1o/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069111797589836818" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RlkaUpYVhBI/AAAAAAAAACk/lvkZf6h1m1o/s400/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;This blogger's career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Team Go Nadz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have an amazing team composed of diamonds in a rough. They've been a very good bunch although they're not perfect but they make going to work worthwh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;ile. I appreciate everyone in the team and I could only hope that I am able to take care of their needs being their supervisor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RlkbPpYVhCI/AAAAAAAAACs/2YH8a9UNaVA/s1600-h/skyrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069112811202118690" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RlkbPpYVhCI/AAAAAAAAACs/2YH8a9UNaVA/s320/skyrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Skyrise IT Building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This is where I spend most of my time and where I have established my career. I remember looking at this empty lot where this building now stands. It looks like a gem at night. It is mostly filled with people working inside this building at night more than during the day. It's only one of the IT buildings around IT park where both my beau and I are working. I work at the fourth floor of the building while he works on the sixth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RlkcMJYVhDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/95t2kgDvqU8/s1600-h/DSC00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069113850584204338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RlkcMJYVhDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/95t2kgDvqU8/s320/DSC00023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My Desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I tried to be really organized every time I work but as the day (or shall we say as the night) starts, I lose track of the things that I need to do that the stuff on my desks ends up scattered everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Despite all the mess on my desk, I now have a place reserved just for me at the office and I can't be any more happier. I had to work my a** off to earn my right to have a desk of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;Random ramblings. I want to thank a person whom I call "&lt;em&gt;Valentine.&lt;/em&gt;" He is the only other person I know aside from my bestfriend Alma who celebrates his birthday on Valentine's day. He made my trips from Cebu to CDO and back to Cebu comfortable and eady by making sure that I have a space to rest, providing me a free upgrade and for bringing me coffee every morning before the boat docks. I don't think I'll ever forget this person for being generous and kind enough for helping a D.I.D like me. I'm used to travelling alone but I dread having to face the lonely sea by myself so I always welcome good companies such as his on such occasions. He made me feel a little special by treating me like VIP in his own little way. I could only offer him music and stories in return.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-3556413593210209641?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/3556413593210209641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=3556413593210209641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/3556413593210209641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/3556413593210209641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-now.html' title='Why now?'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RlihM5YVg9I/AAAAAAAAACE/CGhppPU9Tuw/s72-c/DSC00191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10933398.post-7244220444000022922</id><published>2007-05-26T23:53:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:17:07.052+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#4A024C" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#4A024C&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_43E105EB.jpeg&amp;c1=Nothing beats nature at its best&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7A214ED3.jpeg&amp;c2=Music heals the soul...&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_276D3B22.jpeg&amp;c3=Simply delicious&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1CC3FA29.jpeg&amp;c4=I love walking hand in hand with the one I love&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-396C1EDE.jpeg&amp;c5=It kills&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-66240DD4.jpeg&amp;c6=Unconditional&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_045A8238.jpeg&amp;c7=Retail therapy works&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-63B0E5ED.jpeg&amp;c8=Clean and comfortable&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-39EF8686.jpeg&amp;c9=Naturally releases endorphines &amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_43131C23.jpeg&amp;c10=Free my mind through writing&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-32FDF9D5.jpeg&amp;c11=Its a beautiful world  under the sea&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5562BF4.jpeg&amp;c12=Has always been my comfort drink&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&amp;c13=Its a perfect combination of the sea and mountain&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;lovelabel=HOME SOUL&amp;funlabel=WORKER BEE&amp;habitslabel=BACK TO BASICS&amp;uid=364559-cc1a&amp;srv=iwebcl5" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=364559-cc1a&amp;srv=iwebcl5" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://imagini.net/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&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/10933398-7244220444000022922?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/7244220444000022922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=7244220444000022922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/7244220444000022922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/7244220444000022922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-i-am.html' title='Who I am...'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-2842653120156172058</id><published>2007-05-20T11:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T21:59:43.776+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging on a Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RliDMZYVgyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GAKiV55zyik/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068945629600121634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RliDMZYVgyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GAKiV55zyik/s320/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This blog will have no theme, whatever goes then, I am just dying to let these emotions out because I can feel that they are bottled up and I just want some form of release. Let the writing begin…&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I’m here at the office on a Sunday. This is a rare and unusual occurrence since I usually spend my time at my room or with my boyfriend on a Sunday but since he changed his schedule I didn’t know then just how exactly to spend my Sundays. Well, I decided to treat him out for lunch, I’ve been lashing out on the poor guy for days now and I can feel that our relationship is hitting the rocks and if I keep on behaving the way I have been behaving around him these past days then I guess it won’t be long until we say bye bye to each other. I don’t know how to deal with these emotions, I try not to be too jealous or possessive but I cannot help it sometimes. My mom would tell me that I need to control my emotions and not lash out or throw temper trantrums at him. Sometime ago, I was almost impossible to deal with that he decided not to see me for days. It was torture and it was a lesson I needed to learn and relearn. I guess I need to chill and just relax and trust the guy. He’s been a really good person to me and I love him for that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I used to be a blog addict. I could sit in front of the PC for hours just trying to update or making new revisions on my blog. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Reading&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; through the blogs of my friends never fails to make my day especially on a really hard day when I just need an escape from all the bliss and demands of the world. I applaud my bestfriend Rox for being a great writer and all my friends who are witty and I just envy how their creative minds work and work to their advantage.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Here are a couple of dates that I want to take note of, it was on a sunshiny Saturday of October 21, 2006, my exs birthday by the way when it was announced to the entire office that I was promoted to Supervisor –OIC and was officially made a Supervisor Trainee by November, the offer letter was handed on November 8, 2006, the day that I turned 2 years with the company and just this May, I am a now a full-fledged Supervisor completing my training for 6 months. I feel that I am only a step away from my dreams and I won’t be disclosing those dreams just yet. My birthday is coming soon on the 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. My brother’s wedding is on the 26&lt;sup&gt;th.&lt;/sup&gt; I just picked up my dress for the wedding yesterday. My beau and I will be celebrating 14 months on the 27&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. A lot of dates to remember and I can only be grateful for the opportunity to celebrate them. 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style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/ns0:placetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ns0:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;ns0:place insauthor="PeopleSupport Inc." insdate="2007-05-20T02:47:00Z" endinsauthor="PeopleSupport Inc." endinsdate="2007-05-20T02:47:00Z"&gt;&lt;ns0:placetype insauthor="PeopleSupport Inc." insdate="2007-05-20T02:47:00Z" endinsauthor="PeopleSupport Inc." endinsdate="2007-05-20T02:47:00Z"&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens 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href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogging-on-sunday.html' title='Blogging on a Sunday'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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/_Q-b9tK6-xDc/RliDMZYVgyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GAKiV55zyik/s72-c/DSC00497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10933398.post-2473673010174150163</id><published>2007-05-06T19:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:57:03.221+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Low</title><content type='html'>These are just a couple of things that I want to unload after a really  hard day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~ I was feeling low.. My pride got bruised somehow. I came home because I wanted to and because I needed to. It wasn't for a vacation but because my mom got sick. I feel that everything that I have been doing since I came back has been a flop, I couldn't help myself but cry earlier when all her comments boiled down to not being able to take care of her because we have a communication gap because I have been away for too long now. I honestly don't think there's any communication gap if everything was set clearly in the first place. I am being blamed for buying the wrong stuff always... I can understand instructions clearly and can follow them thoroughly. I've never had to take care of a sick person plus I never thought that her sickness was that serious. I know that &lt;em&gt;ignorance excuses no one &lt;/em&gt;but I guess I just wanted a little credit for trying and for asking her what she wants that would make her feel better every now and then. I know that my efforts did not reach her level of expectation but I just hope that she'll recognize even a bit of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~ Blog hopping is one of those things that I actually enjoy, I could spend hours and hours in front of a PC smiling, laughing and crying my heart out... Just me, myself and I. It was long ago since IT in the office blocked all blog sites. Well, since then, blogging became seldom. I was browsing through my blog and my last update was last year. I came across my bestfriend's blog and I didn't know she dedicated a blog for her bestfriends. Her words were sweet and it made me feel honored, it was enough to make feel that I may not do things perfectly always but at least I am doing or have done something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~ I received the phonecall for my brother from his fiance, she was feeling upset about a lot of things, I normally dismiss her telling her that my brother is away or at the office but I sensed that she wasn't feeling well and that maybe she needed my brother pronto so I took the time to ask her if she was ok and I am guessing that she is having the pre-wedding jitters. I can only assume that it's normal for any person to feel that way even if you feel that you can spend the rest of your life with that same person. I'm glad I took the time to talk to her that way I get to know her personally and become really good friends with my future sis in law. I always complained about not being close to her but the question is, have I even taken the time to ask about her. I guess not. I know it takes more than talking her out from cancelling the wedding. I am sure that my brother loves her and will marry her in a heartbeat. Missing a phonecall or failing to update her of my brother's whereabouts will not always translate that she is being pushed aside or that my brother is not going to face his responsibilities. I can only hope that, that phonecall is only a start of a good friendship, not only because she'll be my brother's wife soon or will be the mom of my niece and nephew but I know that despite of my impressions about her, she's a great person and one who is worth every getting to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~ I'll be coming back to CEBU tomorrow night. I am not complaining about going back to my job that I have learned to love and live with but I know it's going to be hard leaving my mom behind in her condition. Especially now after that episode we had earlier. I can only take so much and even my job demanded too much from me, it seldom pushed me to the point of tears. I just felt that she was so hard and difficult to please. I honestly and completely lost, I feel that I have lost my balance. I always come back refreshed and rejuvenated after being home but it's different since the last time, I feel exhausted and more lost than I was before I cam here. Whatever I may be feeling now, I hope that things will be sorted somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~ THe day is approaching, I am not just talking about when I turn 24, which is about 18 days from now, I am talking about my brothers wedding and it's the first in the family. A major and a lifechaning event in our lives. Our lives will forever be altered after this one day and I have been preparing myself for it. I don't know how but just for this day alone, I was browsing through the mall to check on dresses or gowns I could wear and I found one that would fit me and maybe be good enough for the wedding, I only have until tomorrow to take care of my mom and look for a fitting dress to wear for the occasion and I'll be back to my life in CEBU. So much to do in so little, plus I have to accompany my mom to the doctor tomorrow and hoping that everything will go well. May God help me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-2473673010174150163?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/2473673010174150163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=2473673010174150163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2473673010174150163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/2473673010174150163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2007/05/low.html' title='Low'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-117565111213205196</id><published>2007-04-04T04:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T05:44:27.840+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother is getting married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#cc99ff" face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#CC99FF'&gt;For the longest time now, I clearly haven&amp;#8217;t taken the time to write anything on my blog. I didn&amp;#8217;t even take the time to write about when I finally got promoted to Sup-trainee or when things were finally looking bright for my beau and me. I&amp;#8217;d say I&amp;#8217;ve been busy trying to make it out on my own. But this is one major event in brother&amp;#8217;s life that I don&amp;#8217;t want to fail writing about cause it also means my life will change from then on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#cc99ff" face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#CC99FF'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#cc99ff" face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#CC99FF'&gt;I called my mom one day to ask about going on a mission trip to &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Korea&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; this September, I wanted more out of life so I thought that it would have been a perfect opportunity for me to expand my horizons. It was on that day that she broke the news to me that my brother was getting married to her longtime girlfriend Anj. I had no comment at first for I thought she was just pulling my leg. She sounded really calm and cool about it so I thought that my brother was &amp;#8220;only&amp;#8221; planning to get married and that maybe he will soon get married maybe next year. She was silent for a few seconds when I realized that my mom was in fact dead serious about the topic. So I asked when the wedding date will be. She replied that it&amp;#8217;ll be on my birthday, and then she laughed. It became all the more a joke to me. Knowing my mom, I know she&amp;#8217;s not the type who jokes about these matters so I was hoping that she was just in a way joking as her indirect way of saying that she won&amp;#8217;t allow me to go on the mission trip to &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; or &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Korea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I asked her finally if what she was saying was true and she said it was all true. I couldn&amp;#8217;t believe what I was hearing. It meant that my brother is moving out of the house. Since then, it&amp;#8217;s been a roller coaster ride. I was shocked! It&amp;#8217;s not that I was not aware that my brother had a girlfriend for six years I think or that maybe my brother is not the marrying kind, I was shocked because I didn&amp;#8217;t expect it would be sooner than expected. I was expecting that my brother will eventually marry Anj someday since they&amp;#8217;ve been together through thick and thin but I just didn&amp;#8217;t expect it soon. I was numb, I couldn&amp;#8217;t be happy, being sad is lame, close to scared, excited maybe? All I know is that the fact that my brother is getting married meant that I need to make a decision, a resolution for myself. I&amp;#8217;ve been away from home for almost 2 years and a half. I didn&amp;#8217;t even think that I would last this long considering the fact that I&amp;#8217;ve been whining and complaining how life has been difficult living away from my comfort zone. My parents have been urging me to come home. The last time I finally decided to say goodbye to Cebu was when I got fed up with being taking calls that I lost the drive to stay longer but when the opportunity came, when the company promoted me to be a supervisor-trainee, I grab hold of it and planned to stay one more year or longer. It was a glorious day for me and it also meant that I&amp;#8217;ll be staying with my beau around. I&amp;#8217;m on my 6 month as a trainee and I only need just 30 more days, 30 more days to finally be regularized but I&amp;#8217;m giving it up. I already celebrated 1 year with my beau. I worked my a*# off for what I have now and I decided that instead of being regularized as a supervisor, I am leaving the company in 30 days. It is by far one of the heaviest and most difficult decisions I have made in my entire and at 23, I feel I&amp;#8217;ve accomplished what I thought I couldn&amp;#8217;t. A lot of people, including my beau would tell me that my decision is not making sense. They say that why would I give up something I worked really hard for. I love my brother, no question about that and I love my parents and that is why it led me to this decision that whatever I have here, I was willing to give it all up for my family. My younger brother is in &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; as a scholar in an Animation school, so I can&amp;#8217;t expect him to fill in the shoes of my kuya in the house. Somebody has to look after my parents or the needs of the house. The baton is passed down to me. I have loved and enjoyed my life as an independent career woman but I am giving up what others have long fought for so I can fulfill my role as a daughter and as a sister to my family. I am still groping in the dark and I&amp;#8217;ve lost a lost of tears and sleep in the process. It tears me apart that I am leaving, leaving my team, my beau and my friends but I know deep in my heart that I cannot abandon my family at this time when they need me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#cc99ff" face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#CC99FF'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#cc99ff" face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#CC99FF'&gt;I love my brother, but I am sad that I never got to know Anj personally. We never bonded and now she&amp;#8217;ll be my sister-in-law. I&amp;#8217;ve got no problems with her or dislike her but I just never got the chance to be close with my soon to be sister-in-law. It means that she&amp;#8217;ll be part of my family, a part of me. I want to welcome Anj in the family when I get back. I&amp;#8217;ll prolly take the time out to invite her over for a movie or a simple lunch at home. She&amp;#8217;s going to be a mom to my nephew or neice this coming September. I am excited about having a baby in the family. A baby Fortich. Hehehe I hope my house in CDO will not become empty but will someday be filled with happy families. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#cc99ff" face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#CC99FF'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#cc99ff" face=Verdana&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Verdana;color:#CC99FF'&gt;This is it for now, will update this blog soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=navy face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:navy'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=1 color="#cc99ff" face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#CC99FF;font-weight:bold'&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color=navy&gt;&lt;span style='color:navy'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=2 color="#cc99ff" face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Century Gothic";color:#CC99FF;font-weight: bold'&gt;Nadina Mae C. 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brother is getting married'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10933398.post-116109262443566724</id><published>2006-10-17T15:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:43:44.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7564/866/1600/culprit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7564/866/400/culprit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7564/866/1600/stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7564/866/1600/shorty%20shorts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7564/866/400/shorty%20shorts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7564/866/1600/fave%20pumps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7564/866/400/fave%20pumps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7564/866/1600/fave%20dog.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7564/866/400/fave%20dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-116109262443566724?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/116109262443566724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=116109262443566724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/116109262443566724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/116109262443566724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/10/favorite-things.html' title='favorite things'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-115986606625478100</id><published>2006-10-03T11:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T11:01:06.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt; &lt;DIV class=OutlookMessageHeader lang=en-us dir=ltr align=center&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Roman&gt;&lt;FONT color=#a958cb&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Broken Dreams&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;?XML:NAMESPACE PREFIX = O /&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;  &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 48.6pt 72.9pt 1.35in 121.5pt 3.0in"  align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Roman&gt;&lt;FONT color=#a958cb&gt;Anonymous&lt;O:P&gt;  &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 48.6pt 72.9pt 1.35in 121.5pt 3.0in"  align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Roman&gt;&lt;FONT color=#a958cb&gt;As children bring their broken toys&lt;O:P&gt;  &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 48.6pt 72.9pt 1.35in 121.5pt 3.0in"  align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Roman&gt;&lt;FONT color=#a958cb&gt;With tears for us to mend,&lt;O:P&gt;  &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 48.6pt 72.9pt 1.35in 121.5pt 3.0in"  align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Roman&gt;&lt;FONT color=#a958cb&gt;I brought my broken dreams to God&lt;O:P&gt;  &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 48.6pt 72.9pt 1.35in 121.5pt 3.0in"  align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Roman color=#a958cb  size=2&gt;Because He was my friend. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 48.6pt 72.9pt 1.35in 121.5pt 3.0in"  align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Roman&gt;&lt;FONT color=#a958cb&gt;But instead of leaving Him&lt;O:P&gt;  &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 48.6pt 72.9pt 1.35in 121.5pt 3.0in"  align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Roman&gt;&lt;FONT color=#a958cb&gt;In peace to work alone,&lt;O:P&gt;  &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 48.6pt 72.9pt 1.35in 121.5pt 3.0in"  align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Roman&gt;&lt;FONT color=#a958cb&gt;I hung around and tried to help&lt;O:P&gt;  &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 48.6pt 72.9pt 1.35in 121.5pt 3.0in"  align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Roman color=#a958cb  size=2&gt;With ways that were my own. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 48.6pt 72.9pt 1.35in 121.5pt 3.0in"  align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Roman color=#a958cb  size=2&gt;At last I snatched them back and cried, &amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 48.6pt 72.9pt 1.35in 121.5pt 3.0in"  align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Roman&gt;&lt;FONT color=#a958cb&gt;"How can You be so slow?''&lt;O:P&gt;  &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 48.6pt 72.9pt 1.35in 121.5pt 3.0in"  align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Roman&gt;&lt;FONT color=#a958cb&gt;"My child,'' He said, "What could I do?&lt;O:P&gt;  &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal  style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 48.6pt 72.9pt 1.35in 121.5pt 3.0in"  align=center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Roman&gt;&lt;FONT color=#a958cb&gt;You never let them go.''&lt;O:P&gt;  &lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-115986606625478100?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/115986606625478100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=115986606625478100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115986606625478100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115986606625478100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/10/broken-dreams.html' title='Broken Dreams'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-115985947811161461</id><published>2006-10-03T09:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T09:11:18.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hard to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#de98ef size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=679280202-28092006&gt;I've read somewhere that &lt;EM&gt;love is not enough&lt;/EM&gt;. I  couldn't agree more. Doy my housemate mentioned last night this quotation  &lt;EM&gt;"holding on to a deteriorating love is like clenching your hand so hard  until it hurts, but when you open your hand, it feels good but you have  nothing..." &lt;/EM&gt;Or something like that. It hurts having to accept reality as  is. I love lindz and it's not a question whether or not we do cause we both do.  I wanted to hear so much from him that my going back to CDO will affect him. I  wanted to hear that he'd rather have me here.&amp;nbsp;I wanted to hear him tell me  how much he loves me. Knowing my beau, he's not good with words or he's not  emotional about this stuff. I wasn't contented with just a "I'm fine with you  leaving. It's good that you have better opportunities..." I wanted to know if it  was hard for him as it is hard for me to leave. I couldn't help but cry cause he  recalled all those moments we had when we were still getting to know each other.  I remembered how we stuck to eack other like sticky rice. I remembered how happy  I was when he decided to stay. I realized then how much he gave up just to be  with me. I realized how much he loves me that he was willing to stay away from  the comforts of his home just to stay with me here in CEBU. I don't want to  leave my beau, I want to&amp;nbsp;stay for him but more than that, I want to do so  much more than just taking calls. I want to do so much more in life and utilize  my God-given abilities. I love him but at the end of the day, I can say that  love is not enough. I will never get tired of saying that I love him. I never  thought leaving CEBU would be this hard. It was easier leaving home knowing that  there are a number of opportunities for me here including meeting someone I  could love. I would never regret loving lindz. I learned that loving is not only  in togetherness, one can still love even though they're apart. I would want to  say that this is only&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;test for us. I want for time and space to  eliminate all doubts and fears in our minds and conclude that it will still be  us in the end. I like what he said "come what may..." I understand it's not easy  to be apart from someone I've spent practically everyday with. We've learned to  appreciate each other for who we are. It's so easy to declare words of love but  harder to prove it and I would say that love needs to be tested through time and  sometimes even through distance. Call me idealistic and too romantic. *sigh* I  don't know what will happen next but I know that in the end, everything will  still be for God's glory and honor.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-115985947811161461?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/115985947811161461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=115985947811161461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115985947811161461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115985947811161461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/10/hard-to-do.html' title='hard to do'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-115933894116982581</id><published>2006-09-27T08:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T08:35:41.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=132443802-26092006&gt;It has been a&amp;nbsp;mix of&amp;nbsp;overwhelming emotion  since I came back last Monday. It was hard for me leaving the comforts of my  home and at the same time, I was excited coming back to CEBU&amp;nbsp;to see  my&amp;nbsp;friends and to be working again after a long vacation. I was praying  real hard for an update from my application as trainer in Link2support and I got  a call telling me that I passed the powerpoint presentation and I'm set for a  final interview with the hiring manager. I couldn't begin to describe how happy  I was when I received the news. My dream of working in CDO and just to be with  my family&amp;nbsp;is about to become a reality. &amp;nbsp;I went on to plan my  resignation right away so instead of the usual 30 days notice, I wanted to  resign in a week or so. My housemates and I proceeded to plan my despidida party  at the beach this weekend. We were all excited but mostly, I was excited to be  working at home and to do so much more than just taking calls.&amp;nbsp;The only  problem left was that I&amp;nbsp;haven't seen Lindz since I left for CDO. I wanted  so much to see him but I didn't know how.&amp;nbsp;His mom&amp;nbsp;gave me his new  address and&amp;nbsp;aside from that fact,&amp;nbsp;we work on the same building so I  can always wait for him. But I really didn't want to&amp;nbsp;do it by my own  strength so like a lil child, I asked God&amp;nbsp;for help. After&amp;nbsp;I did my  laundry, he arrived at the boarding house with a huge smile pasted on his face.  I couldn't help myself, I&amp;nbsp;tried so hard to conceal the joy I felt for  seeing him after what seemed like eternity. He invited me to his new place and  to meet this person whom&amp;nbsp;he considers his mom. There was no point of  arguing&amp;nbsp;with him but&amp;nbsp;I had tons of questions. He's still the  same&amp;nbsp;Lindz I&amp;nbsp;didn't see&amp;nbsp;about 3 weeks ago. He was just  his&amp;nbsp;usual self, joking&amp;nbsp;a lot that is. It was a relief. Something  inside&amp;nbsp;felt great and fuzzy. After we had sifted everthing, after&amp;nbsp;I've  said my piece, we confessed that we missed each other. I&amp;nbsp;broke the news to  him that I was going to leave in a week. He&amp;nbsp;took&amp;nbsp;the news well, it was  for the best. Although neither of us wanted&amp;nbsp;to be separated, we have to  face reality. To be honest, it's not easy for me leave Lindz here, I wish we  could still be together but at this point of time, it's a matter of prioritizing  things. Top of my list would be my career. We're only 23 and&amp;nbsp;we have yet to  establish our careers first. I think that it would be better for us to  establish&amp;nbsp;our careers first&amp;nbsp;before we even&amp;nbsp;begin to be&amp;nbsp;more  serious with our relationship. So, I guess it's&amp;nbsp;LDR for us. I honestly  don't know how we'll cope up with this situation but I will bloggin  about&amp;nbsp;that next time.&amp;nbsp;My company requires that I submit my 30-days  notice. I have no choice but to resign in a month. I don't know if this is good  news for Lindz but definitely not a good one for Link2 and for my family. They  expect me to be home soon. I made the company aware that I will have to submit  30 days notice. I don't know the&amp;nbsp;outcome of this event yet but&amp;nbsp;I will  soon find out.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=132443802-26092006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=132443802-26092006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=132443802-26092006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma  color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=526423302-07092006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Script&gt;&lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;&lt;FONT  size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN class=054000123-11072006&gt;-&lt;SPAN  class=132443802-26092006&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;adine  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Ü&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-115933894116982581?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/115933894116982581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=115933894116982581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115933894116982581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115933894116982581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-115892355833008753</id><published>2006-09-22T13:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:35:28.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When Problems Come</title><content type='html'>My vacation is about to end, as much as I dread going back to CEBU I have to face the music this time. My powerpoint presentation for my application as trainer was done today. My experiences as an agent for almost 2 years greatly helped and while I was in the process of creating my presentation, I can't help but think of Lindz. I remember the many times we would talk about grammar, American accent and Customer service. He is a big part of me and I long to see him when I come back, I don't know how and I don't know when but I would rather wait when he visits. I leave everything to Gods mighty hands. Whatever the outcome may be is a win-win situation since I still have my job and I can always apply as a CSR if I don't get the post as trainer. I was checking my yahoomail account, I bumped into one of the spam mails I sent to my friends... I am learning everything from it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;FIVE WAYS GOD USES PROBLEMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem you face will either defeat you or develop you depending on&lt;br /&gt;how you respond to them. Unfortunately, most people fail to see how God&lt;br /&gt;wants to use problems rather than pausing to consider what they might&lt;br /&gt;bring. Here are 5 ways God wants to use the problems in your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God uses problems to DIRECT you. Sometimes God must light fire in&lt;br /&gt;you to get you moving. Problems often point us in a new direction and&lt;br /&gt;motivate us to change. Is God trying to get your own attention? "Trust in&lt;br /&gt;the Lord with all your heart; and lean not on your own understanding.&lt;br /&gt;In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will direct your paths."&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. God uses problems to INSPECT you. People are like tea bugs. If you&lt;br /&gt;want to know what's inside them, just drop them into hot water! Has God&lt;br /&gt;tested your faith with a problem? What do problems reveal about you?&lt;br /&gt;"When you have many kinds of troubles, you should be full because you&lt;br /&gt;know that these troubles test your faith, and this will give you&lt;br /&gt;patience." James 1:2-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. God uses problems to CORRECT you. Some lessons we learn through pain&lt;br /&gt;and failure. It's likely that as a child your parents told you not to&lt;br /&gt;touch a stove. But you probably learned by being burned. Sometimes we&lt;br /&gt;learned the value of something by losing it. "It is good for me that I&lt;br /&gt;have been afflicted; that I might learn your statutes." Psalm 119:71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. God uses problems to PROTECT you. A problem can be a blessing  in&lt;br /&gt;disguise if it prevents you from being harmed by something serious. Last&lt;br /&gt;year a friend was fired for refusing to do something that his boss had&lt;br /&gt;asked him to do. His unemployment was a problem but it saved him from&lt;br /&gt;being convicted and sent to prison a year later when management's&lt;br /&gt;actions were eventually discovered. "You intended to harm me, but God&lt;br /&gt;intended it for good." Genesis 50:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. God uses problems to PERFECT you. Problems, when responded too&lt;br /&gt;correctly, are character builders. God is far more interested in your&lt;br /&gt;character than your comfort. Your relationship to God and your character are&lt;br /&gt;the only two things you are going to take with you  into eternity. "We&lt;br /&gt;can rejoice when we run into problems...they help us learn to be&lt;br /&gt;patient. And patience develops strength of character in us and helps trust&lt;br /&gt;God more each time we use it until finally  our hope and faith are strong&lt;br /&gt;and steady." Romans 5:3-4             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOYFUL LIVING&lt;br /&gt;Is not appearing right&lt;br /&gt;To get the spotlight,&lt;br /&gt;But doing what is right&lt;br /&gt;To give light.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-115892355833008753?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/115892355833008753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=115892355833008753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115892355833008753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115892355833008753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-problems-come.html' title='When Problems Come'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10933398.post-115844865528538156</id><published>2006-09-17T02:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T09:17:15.316+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Unplanned</title><content type='html'>My 12 day vacation is unplanned, my application to another company here at home is unplanned, the "misunderstanding" I had with my beau was unplanned... I did not plan any of these things yet it all happened. I did'nt even plan working for a callcenter in CEBU and survive being independent for almost 2 years. I didn't plan to meet my beau when I fought long and hard not to fall. Most of the things that happened in my life happened on its own. MOSTLY, unplanned... I usually map out my life like most of us would but I learned not long ago &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to expect the unexpected, to cross the bridge when we get there, to give room for change and to just go with the flow. &lt;/span&gt;Life has a lot of surprises, sometimes it's a good surprise and there are times when we would rather not be surprised at all and expect things to happen the way we planned it to be. Otherwise we end up disappointed that would later on lead to frustration and worse is becoming bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned rather to walk into a relationship and never leave, to stay for as long as possible or maybe forever, to fight and work hard for it no matter what. I planned to be promoted to a higher position in my company before the year ends. But reality is, we don't have control over the future. My bestfriend told me that sometimes we work hard for something and NEVER get it while those that we don't give a thought of is served to us in a silver platter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather count all my gains than my losses. I will continue to smile despite of what happened between my beau and I and for what happened in my application for sup. I will definitely miss him but what more can I do? He left so I left. It's better this way than having to say so many hurtful things to each other. I told myself that everything happens for a reason,&lt;br /&gt;whether good or bad, bottom line is God is to be praised and that He is still in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am on my vacation, if home is really where God wants me to be now then I pray that my application for another job here will go smooth and easy. There's no better place than to be in the center of God's will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-115844865528538156?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/115844865528538156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=115844865528538156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115844865528538156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115844865528538156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/09/unplanned.html' title='Unplanned'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-115841209267573775</id><published>2006-09-16T15:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T16:10:36.680+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels so good!</title><content type='html'>I joined the prayer and fasting today so I was not able to check my messages and plus I slept late last night cause I worked on changing my blogskin. I feel like making my blog as simple as possible. I found the perfect skin. So, here it is... It's plain and simple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a really great day, I just received a 100% CSAT survey, I am hoping and praying for my 0% CSAT to be disputed. The best news by far is that my leave has been extended so that means I have a total of 12 days vacation. It's more than what I bargained for.  So, I'm all set for Davao this Monday. See? When God orchestrates, it's perfect, no bumps here and there, just smooth and breezy ride. My cuzs have been dying to see me and I have been wanting to see them. I haven't seen them since the last time I went to Davao that was some 4 years ago... I'm sure my cousins have grown and my aunt and uncles have grown old too. I need to see my lola. I hope that my visit will somehow encourage her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriend Al messaged me this in friendster -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Gang, at such a young age, dnt u thnk u should stop seeing ur guy after next after next as the "It" guy, the "him and you forever" should stop muna and y not enjoy muna relationshps and go from there.. if it leads to something serious, then invest being serious.  Pero right now, i feel lindz is enjoyng his malehood.  Y dnt u lower ur "me and you for good" flag and settle for "i love u and i dnt care if u dont love me that much" muna.  I mean, enjoy love, youre still young.  You have a career to work on, dreams to fulfill, family to support, i know its love, but nevertheless he is just a guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Being my bestfriend and all, I know it comes from her heart. I totally agree with her and it's somehow an affirmation of what I have been feeling all these times. I know that I haven't really talked to Lindz about future plans and all, but we've always been friends. So, I messaged him in friendster telling him that I was sorry for what happened and that if we could be back to just being plain ol' pals. I am hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plans of coming back here in CDO so while I am here I'll be submitting my application so that if ever I do come back for good, there'll be a job waiting for me. But they're all plans and still subject to change. What is definite for now is that I am enjoying my vacation and I know there are so many wonderful things ahead...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-115841209267573775?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/115841209267573775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=115841209267573775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115841209267573775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115841209267573775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-feels-so-good.html' title='It feels so good!'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-115833418963721519</id><published>2006-09-15T18:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T18:29:49.773+03:00</updated><title type='text'>my beau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7564/866/1600/beau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7564/866/320/beau.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I honestly miss my beau. Wherever he may be, I hope he's doing great and I hope he knows how much I am missing him so badly. I cannot even begin to explain how I feel. I see him everywhere even in my dreams... I just have to be honest with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to be at home with my family. I woke up with my room filtered with sunshine. I wondered where I was for a few sec when I realized that I was in my own room and that I slept on my own bed. It was simply great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough of this, I love being here, my parents have been urging me to come home and look for a job here, the prospect of moving back home is too tempting for me. I already planned it out though, I am gonna finish my 2 years in my present company and come back for good. I will be going back to school by next year so I need to find a job and save enough money so I can support myself. As for my beau, he has my full support in whatever path he chooses, even if it means letting him go, I am ready. That's how much I love him. I wish we could talk by the time I come back so we can straighten things out. I am ready.&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/10933398-115833418963721519?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/115833418963721519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=115833418963721519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115833418963721519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115833418963721519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-beau.html' title='my beau'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-115812529616951146</id><published>2006-09-13T08:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T08:28:16.210+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=gray face="Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial Narrow";color:gray'&gt;I am leaving for CDO tonight. I almost cannot sleep from excitement last night. My leave was approved so I can spend at least 6 days at home. I haven&amp;#8217;t gone home since the last week of February. This is the miracle that I have been praying for since the last time I spent time with Lindz. Looking back now, I miss him a lot, I think I always have, he&amp;#8217;s the last thing I think of at night and the first thing in the morning. I know that it sounds really cheesy like the lines from famous love songs but it&amp;#8217;s true. I did him wrong and I already apologized for it. I know it will take more than apologies to make up for the embarrassment and pain I&amp;#8217;ve caused him but I am willing to pay for the price even if it costs losing him in the end. It&amp;#8217;s a matter I cannot disclose in this blog but I look forward to seeing him someday with the past behind us so I am vying for time. I know that in time he&amp;#8217;ll forget about it and I believe it will also serve as a test for the both of us on how much we want to be in the relationship or if it&amp;#8217;s worth trying for. I know it is, because I wouldn&amp;#8217;t walk into it if it wasn&amp;#8217;t worth fighting for. I know I should talk to him but maybe when I come back from CDO and if the timing is right. &amp;nbsp;We need this time apart. Honestly, I wouldn&amp;#8217;t want to be separated from him, I don&amp;#8217;t want to lose him, as a friend or as a beau. I know we can still work this out but I want to be wise in my decisions. His mom gave me his new address but I would rather wait for the time when he will drop by at my place, by then his heart will be open and ready to talk about the future. I have prepared myself for this, I still have so much to look forward to in the future so again, I have no reason to fret. We&amp;#8217;ll never know what is in store ahead of us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&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/10933398-115812529616951146?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/115812529616951146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=115812529616951146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115812529616951146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115812529616951146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-so-sorry.html' title='I am so sorry'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-115638194373195087</id><published>2006-08-24T04:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T19:50:29.856+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="115314100-24082006"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My beau and I rarely go out, for the lack of funds and lack of time. I see him everyday when we eat or just chill to watch DVD, talk about our day and then go back to work again. I know he's been struggling with his schedule. I understand cause I worked on GY for a year and I can honestly say it was NO fun at all. I live to work that time and it didn't give me the flexibility to join any other activities. I see him get depressed for lack of sleep, lack of good food and he's been homesick. I wish I could do so much more but what can I do? We're basically on the same boat except that I have a better schedule than him. I am confident that despite that things he is going through and I am going through, God is at work in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="115314100-24082006"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="115314100-24082006"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's one article I read today, in answer to my quest of being productive while I am still single...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="115314100-24082006"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span class="115314100-24082006"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Productive Singleness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Leslie Ludy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);"&gt;Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When we are willing to allow God to use this season of our lives for His purposes, we discover an incredible truth: Singleness doesn't have to be a time of passive and futile waiting. Instead it can be an exciting adventure of active preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at some of the ways God may be using singleness to mold us into His likeness and prepare us for a future relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Singleness can strengthen our inward character qualities.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Godly Contentment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I remember learning a great lesson from the movie "Cool Runnings." It's a story about a young Jamaican athlete who has a lifelong dream of winning a gold medal at the Olympics. After a series of events, he finally makes it to the Olympics, his heart set on winning. But just before the competition, his coach gives him an important piece of advice: "Listen, kid. A gold medal is a wonderful thing. But if you aren't enough without it, believe me, you'll never be enough with it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tyler, a 25-year-old single musician, points out that the biggest struggle most singles seem to have, himself included, is assuming that once a relationship comes into your life it will make everything perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to put off living," he told us with sincerity in his baby-blue eyes. "My life doesn't start once I finally get married; my life has already started. I want to soak up every day for all it's worth, not just wait around for things to be perfect. I want to enjoy each year of my life to the fullest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship is not meant to make us into a whole person – only Jesus Christ can make us a whole person. Marriage should never become that gold medal we strive for that will finally make us "enough." We must learn to be "enough" right now, just as we are, in Christ alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While getting married someday may bring us great joy, we truly do have a reason to be happy and content no matter what season of life we are in – because of what Jesus Christ has done for us. True contentment can only be found in an intimate love relationship with the Lord, not in anything else, including a romantic love story. Singleness can teach us this contentment. In this season we can learn what is means to have peace and joy in Christ, no matter what our circumstances may be. And in a culture that is always longing for something more, "godliness with contentment is great gain" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?new=1&amp;word=1+Timothy+6&amp;amp;section=2&amp;version=niv&amp;amp;language=en" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 Timothy 6:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, NIV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gaining the Strength to Stand Alone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime ago Elisabeth Elliot made this profound statement: "Loneliness is a required course for leadership."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;During a time when I was single, I felt completely alone-away from friends and family, away from Eric, away from anyone who really knew me – and these simple words gave me perspective on the purpose for my loneliness. God was using the loneliness to teach me complete dependence upon Him. I could no longer look to other people for my confidence. I had no choice but to find my courage and hope in Him. This kind of total dependence on the Lord was preparing me to become more effective for His kingdom. I was gaining the inward strength of character I would need to become a leader for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true leader must have enough backbone to stand alone, even when the crowd wants to take the easy road home. A true leader cannot be dependent on companionship for his or her security, but must learn to trust in God alone. Singleness can give us this kind of backbone – courage, confidence, and leadership skills that any effective Christian must learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Discovering His Gentle Arms of Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago Amy Grant used to sing, "I love a lonely day ... it chases me to You." Years later I often heard those words echoing back through my mind during times of feeling alone. We can let the inward ache drive us into His ready arms, or simply try to bear it alone in agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric went through a time of profound loneliness while he was taking a semester off from college. He had just come from a busy schedule at school that included sports, study, and an active social life. He had been surrounded constantly by his good friends. But now, back at home with an empty schedule, while all his buddies were still at school and his family was occupied with their own lives, he felt an intense inward pain as he'd never before known. One day he found himself on his knees, weeping into the fabric of the sofa. The loneliness had become too much to handle. As he cried out to his Lord, he suddenly felt a tremendous peace wash over him. It was almost as if Jesus Himself were kneeling beside Eric, wrapping a tender arm around his shoulder and whispering words of love and comfort to his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon Eric sat at the piano and wrote the lyrics to what is one of our favorite songs to this day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am like a deer, You are like the water.&lt;br /&gt;I run to You, like a son to his Father.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so alone, like a moth without a flame,&lt;br /&gt;But You ignited, and to You I came,&lt;br /&gt;And that's forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt so alone like a ship without a sea.&lt;br /&gt;But You gave me water,&lt;br /&gt;You took my hand and said to me,&lt;br /&gt;"This is for eternity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never be lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be lonely with You.&lt;br /&gt;I've got this feeling that You're here to stay,&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll never be lonely with You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so exciting to know that though we may be singing a solo in life, we are never truly alone! Singleness is an opportunity to allow Christ's gentle arms to encircle our hearts and discover how very much He loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Singleness allows time to focus on practical preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Discovering and Developing Talents and Life Skills&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has created us each with unique gifts, abilities, and heart desires. He has a master plan for each of our lives. Singleness is a time to seek Him with an undivided, undistracted heart. When a relationship comes into our life, often who we are as an individual gets swallowed up, and our identity becomes wrapped up in that other person. Being single is an opportunity to discover who God has made us to be and what He has called us to in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Eric and I started our relationship, I went through a time where it seemed that opportunities for me to minister to young women were flooding into my life. As a single person, I had the time and energy to focus on this "informal" ministry. I loved every minute spending time with these girls. I spent hours responding to letters, taking them out to lunch, or seeking to encourage them over the phone. I realized through this experience that the Lord was showing me one of the forms of ministry for which He had created me. If I had been in a relationship, focused entirely on getting married, most likely I wouldn't have had the time or energy to discover or pursue this call in my life. The skills I developed during that time helped prepare me for the ministry God later called Eric and me to as a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann, from chapter 8, is using this season of singleness to hone her natural talents and God-given desires. She has been able to grow in areas such as music, writing, and public speaking skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With a relationship in my life," she told me, "I would probably never be able to give these areas the time and attention needed to really blossom them into useful skills. I value the chance to focus on pursuing these desires."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my closest friends is Molly, a bubbly, attractive blonde with a great sense of humor. At twenty-one, she is using this season of solo in her life to broaden her horizons with things she's always wanted to do. During the week, she works for a corporation as an administrative assistant. In her free time, she is studying voice and developing her skills as a musician. She is also taking time to serve others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I may never be this free in my life again," she reasons, "so I want to use it to bless others as much as possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly took a counselor's training course at her local crisis pregnancy center and now volunteers weekly as a counselor to the center's clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, a 22-year-old single from New Zealand, is using this time in his life to experience the mission field through short-term mission trips. He has been to several countries to serve needy people and share the Gospel. It's an experience that has changed his life, broadened his horizons, led him closer to the Lord, and helped him discover the areas where he is most gifted. He is learning how to use his unique gifts for God's glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the desires of your heart? To train as a musician or athlete? To pursue a college education? To backpack across the country? To go into missionary work? Maybe it's even to simply spend a season at home serving your own family and community in practical ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singleness can be the perfect time for developing life skills and discovering how to use your talents for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"&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/10933398-115638194373195087?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/115638194373195087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=115638194373195087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115638194373195087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115638194373195087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/08/restless-continued.html' title='Restless continued'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-115638027225350969</id><published>2006-08-24T03:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:44:32.420+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=304174723-23082006&gt;Though&amp;nbsp;I am on a steady relationship, I still  consider myself single. That should explain why I&amp;nbsp;never&amp;nbsp;changed my  status on friendster.&amp;nbsp;Lindz and I have no plans or whatsoever for marriage  soon. So, what brought me to write about these thoughts? Well, I want to be  productive while I am still single. Yesterday after work, I just spent&amp;nbsp;4  hours doing nothing and it got me depressed. Admittedly my eyes were tired after  staring at the computer for 8 hours and that's all. I just lied&amp;nbsp;on my  futton until I fell asleep. I woke up to eat, chat with my housemates for awhile  and then I fell asleep again.&amp;nbsp;I would have wanted to read a book but my  eyes were tired, TV was of no comfort cause again, my eyes were tired. I felt  this way a few months ago so I felt like going home where I don't struggle to be  accepted. Until I made a decision to apply for sup, sadly,&amp;nbsp;I was not  accepted. They opened a position for trainer and again, I am applying. I stayed  longer here away from the comforts of home in high hopes that I''ll be promoted  soon but that didn't happen so I am now thinking of packing my things and leave.  I need to find a reason to stay cause honestly, I would rather be home than  spend hours wasting my time away doing nothing. I have a routine though, I work  from Tuesday to Saturday from 7:00am-4:00pm. I included Tuesday Prayer meeting,  Friday Cell Group and Saturday Young Adults Fellowship,&amp;nbsp;chill and relax on  a Sunday morning and go to church with my beau by 5pm. I do my laundry on  Mondays. So much for my routine. Occasionally, my&amp;nbsp;roomie and I  clean&amp;nbsp;our room.&amp;nbsp;I'm not a big fan of movies and I hate watching the  tube for lack of something to&amp;nbsp;do. I really&amp;nbsp;want so much more than just  sitting around and wait for something to happen in my life. I don't want to  waste 4 hours of my entire day doing nothing. It's funny that while other people  don't have enough time, I have all the time in the world to do something.  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-115638027225350969?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/115638027225350969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=115638027225350969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115638027225350969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115638027225350969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/08/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-115592785087488709</id><published>2006-08-18T22:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:04:10.923+03:00</updated><title type='text'>n8vandyke</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;IMG height=600  alt="Illustration - Recline"  src="http://www.n8vandyke.com/images/illustration/recline.jpg" width=459  border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=bodypopups&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000 size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#ffffff&gt;Recline&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=300481618-18082006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;I passed by&amp;nbsp;CSA Caloy Lims station when I noticed him checking out  some online artwork. It got me really interested so he referred me to his fave  artist website Nate Van Dyke: &lt;A href="http://www.n8vandyke.com"&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#00ffff&gt;www.n8vandyke.com&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;. It&amp;nbsp;reminded me my lil bro who  happens to be named Kaloi too and it made me miss him all the more. My brother  actually maintains his deviantart at: &lt;A  href="http://www.karloi.deviantart.com"&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#808000&gt;www.karloi.deviantart.com&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;. My CSA friend&amp;nbsp;Caloy is  also passionate about art just like my lil bro and my&amp;nbsp;beau. I began to  browse through the website and by this time, I became a fan myself. He has an  unusual way of presenting his illustrations. Gets me thinking each artwork I  check. I like all his illustrations so I am posting 2 of them on this  blog.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=300481618-18082006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=300481618-18082006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;I like the illustration &lt;SPAN class=bodypopups&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" color=#000000 size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#ffffff&gt;Recline&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;cause it kinda reminds me to relax and unwind. 2 weeks of being on  graveyard wasn't that easy.&amp;nbsp;Tonight is my&amp;nbsp;last day on graveyard so I  am sooo looking forward to be sleeping at night. I don't think I'll survive the  GY shift ever again. Well, if I have to then I'll struggle to survive. I doze  off even if I close my eyes for awhile. I promised myself never to work on GY. I  am in some way glad that they did not promote me yet. I'm not too flexible with  the schedule. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=300481618-18082006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=bodypopups&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=300481618-18082006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=bodypopups&gt;Things are really going well at home and I have  been looking forward to go home since the last time I came to visit February  this year. So, I applied for a vacation leave just in time for my Mama's  birthday on August 29. To my dismay, they did not approve my leave at all. It  left me&amp;nbsp;brokenhearted.&amp;nbsp;I can't wait to see my family, my mom, my papa,  my brothers, joel our puppy.*sigh* I wish I could see her on her birthday but  the usual, a phonecall will do for now.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=300481618-18082006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=bodypopups&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=300481618-18082006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=bodypopups&gt;August is about to end and pretty soon, the  streets, the houses and tall buildings&amp;nbsp;will be lined up with Christmas  lights and decorations. Something that I have been looking forward to since the  start of the year. I wish to celebrate Christmas at home this year. For the  past&amp;nbsp;2 years now, I had to celebrate it at the office. It wasn't too bad at  first but I don't think I want to celebrate another year in the office again. I  remember that it was around the peak of Christmas Season when I first came to  CEBU. It was November 6, 2004 to be exact and a year and almost a month after, I  met my beau&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;December 2, 2005. Our company held a hiring madness at  that date so I remember the&amp;nbsp;details very well. I will be celebrating 2  years of independence pretty soon and I can't believe I survived. All in Gods  grace and goodnes. So many things to go through in the future and 2 years is  only a fraction of a lifetime. One thing I know for certain is that the safest  place I can ever be is in the center of Gods will.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=300481618-18082006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=bodypopups&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=300481618-18082006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=bodypopups&gt;I will try my best not to be overly emotional on  my blog. Sometimes I forget that anyone can just read my blog and I am laying my  thoughts and my heart bare for other people to judge me or misjudge me  otherwise. It's a risk I took since I started this  blog.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=300481618-18082006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=bodypopups&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=300481618-18082006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=bodypopups&gt;My GY shift&amp;nbsp;is about to finish, can't wait to  sleep at night.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=300481618-18082006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=bodypopups&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=300481618-18082006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=bodypopups&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=300481618-18082006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=bodypopups&gt;&lt;IMG height=600 alt="Illustration - Finish Line"  src="http://www.n8vandyke.com/images/illustration/finish_line.jpg" width=400  border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&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/10933398-115592785087488709?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/115592785087488709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=115592785087488709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115592785087488709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115592785087488709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/08/n8vandyke.html' title='n8vandyke'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-115585473292045407</id><published>2006-08-18T01:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:45:33.146+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Microsoft Sans Serif" color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=794083220-17082006&gt;I am on my second to the last day as a mentor for  EC-75. I feel like a failure after mentoring my second batch of  mentees.&amp;nbsp;The fact is, the new schedule is on a graveyard. Shift starts at  10PM-7AM. I struggled when I worked on graveyard last year and I realized that I  never wanna work on GY ever&amp;nbsp;again. I always feel tired and&amp;nbsp;sleepy and  I don't feel as productive as I would be if I were in the day shift.&amp;nbsp;The  good thing about my account is that the shift is for 24 hours and I get  to&amp;nbsp;choose morning sched. I will be taking calls by Tuesday. I'm not  complaining at all cause my shift starts at 7:00AM. Thank God and I can't wait  to wake up lovely in the morning. There are a lot of incentives when taking  calls so I have no reason to complain about going back to the floor. Being a  mentor gave me the break I needed from taking calls for a year and 7  months.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Microsoft Sans Serif" color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=794083220-17082006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Microsoft Sans Serif" color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=794083220-17082006&gt;I appreciate Lindz effort of going with me to work this  past 2 days now. He's actually on&amp;nbsp;his rest days and instead of going out  with his friends, he chose rather to go with me to my office for my GY shift  and&amp;nbsp;we spent an hour at least drinking coffee outside before&amp;nbsp;logging  in for my shift. I must say that I love the time with him and I'm sure he  enjoyed&amp;nbsp;my company&amp;nbsp;as well. I was never able to adjust for my GY shift  but I am just so thankful that I can at least share the night with Lindz. 2  weeks of torture but I was able to bond with my beau. I'm really glad that we  never had a fight since last week except for the petty ones which has become our  way of showing affection. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Microsoft Sans Serif"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=794083220-17082006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=794083220-17082006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=794083220-17082006&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Microsoft Sans Serif"&gt;I couldn't get over the fact that I was not accepted  as a sup for the past few days. I felt so drained and tired. I have to brush  myself up and try again. The company is opening a position for associate  trainers. I already requested for my sup to print out all necessary documents  and to be submitted to HR. Again, I know it won't be easy to be rejected again  but it's worth a try&lt;/FONT&gt;. I'm really happy for 2 of my friends, Angel, the  sup I have been working with for my mentoring and Rob, he was&amp;nbsp;not my  teammate but we became close when I&amp;nbsp;sat beside him. Even if I did not get  the position, I am happy for them.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-115585473292045407?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/115585473292045407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=115585473292045407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115585473292045407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115585473292045407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/08/try-again.html' title='Try Again'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-115584103239030108</id><published>2006-08-17T21:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:57:12.500+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=245142922-16082006&gt;I  stumbled upon an old friends blog &lt;A  href="http://shayne-ah.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shayne-ah.blogspot.com/&lt;/A&gt;. I knew  she has been reading my blogs but I never checked if she had one  but&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;think she&amp;nbsp;has been posting through friendster.&amp;nbsp;I read  through her post entitled&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt; They&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;#8230; and I can't help but  reminisce about the times we had. I even know&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;of the men  she&amp;nbsp;was describing under that post.&amp;nbsp;We used to share&amp;nbsp;a lot of  things about love and life. Back then, I was in the comforts of my  home&amp;nbsp;while she had to study in Pisay. I must say that she's way much a  better person after she had gone to study in Pisay. I don't mean to say that she  would have been terrible if she had not gone to Manila but all I'm trying to  point out is that her experiences brought about her being away from home made  her closer to God and gave her so many experiences and exposure. While she is  now studying to be one of the most celebrated doctors in the country within the  comforts of home, I am working not too far from home.&amp;nbsp;Our situations  somehow got reversed. Being away from home has broaden my horizon, my circle of  friends and influence. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=245142922-16082006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=245142922-16082006&gt;I  believe I can say the same thing for my beau. We almost parted ways not too long  ago. I thought that we won't get to celebrate 4 months then but we're heading to  our 5th month. I prayed earnestly before I entered this relationship. It doesn't  mean that this relationship will be successful just because I earnestly prayed  before I decided to enter it. My beau and I always rely in God's direction for  our lives. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=245142922-16082006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=245142922-16082006&gt;One  of my co-workers committed suicide last Friday. Rumor has it that he has been  having some problems with his marriage, his wife having an affair and some  financial issues as well. We were all shocked. I never really had the chance to  know him but what happened made me realize that it doesn't matter how old I will  be when the right time comes for me to get married, it's not even a mere  question of who I will be marrying, it's more on how ready I will be and how  ready my future husband will be. I can honestly say to myself that I don't care  if I marry late or never get married at all, for as long as I am ready for it.  Right now, I clearly am not ready for marriage. There are so many things that I  need to learn and I am too caught up with myself. There are so many things that  I can achieve while I am still single and available. I want to become the kind  of wife my future husband will be proud of someday. The kind of wife who will  not push his husband to the point of committing suicide.&amp;nbsp;I am so grateful  for what happened to my ex and I now that I am looking back at&amp;nbsp;what  happened between us. At that time, my world revolved around him, we established  our future around each other.&amp;nbsp;We hurt each other&amp;nbsp;through the course of  the relationship and&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;left each other&amp;nbsp;bruised and  wounded.&amp;nbsp;I thought it was the worst thing&amp;nbsp;that could happen to me  but&amp;nbsp;deep inside I knew he&amp;nbsp;broke up with me because he&amp;nbsp;loved me  too much and it was the right and best thing to do. I couldn't understand it at  that time, my&amp;nbsp;take was always that if you love someone, you'll&amp;nbsp;stick  with him&amp;nbsp;through thick or thin. He wasn't sure of himself yet&amp;nbsp;and we  had a lot of issues to deal with that we were both dragging each other down. We  were drowning and to save us, he had to let go of me and&amp;nbsp;let go of the  future we dreamed together. It was&amp;nbsp;a painful experience and&amp;nbsp;I hated  what happened for awhile, I&amp;nbsp;could never really hate&amp;nbsp;him even after  what happened &amp;nbsp;but I've moved on since. It's been more&amp;nbsp;than 2 years  and&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;haven't heard from him. I&amp;nbsp;know that he still loves&amp;nbsp;me  despite of what happened&amp;nbsp;but I wouldn't give ourselves another chance to  establish our lives together if given the chance to be with him again.&amp;nbsp;I'm  not bitter, I just&amp;nbsp;happen to move on. I am happy where I am&amp;nbsp;right now,  I am happy&amp;nbsp;with my beau. As for my beau and I, we look forward  to&amp;nbsp;being together&amp;nbsp;in the future. So far, everything is going well  between us. Believe it or not, we haven't kissed yet. I am happy and proud of  that fact. Although admittedly, I get tempted to kiss him on the lips but I hold  back my emotions. I like taking it too slow for now. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-115584103239030108?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/115584103239030108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=115584103239030108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115584103239030108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115584103239030108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/08/old-buddies.html' title='Old Buddies'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-115560504188126036</id><published>2006-08-15T04:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T04:24:01.930+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup Application</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=955022722-14082006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;I went through  7 excruciating and draining interviews and I did &lt;STRONG&gt;not&lt;/STRONG&gt; get  promoted.&amp;nbsp;The Team Manager from Vonage&amp;nbsp;told me that it's not because I  am not good or that I am not ready but it's just that I lack the skill of  sales.&amp;nbsp;The interview was so smooth and it went great that I felt&amp;nbsp;that  he was going to accept me. After some thoughts and some planning, he just had to  turn me down cause he fears that I might&amp;nbsp;have problems&lt;SPAN  class=718054522-14082006&gt; if he puts me in a position he feels I am not fit  into&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp;He undermined my ability&lt;SPAN class=718054522-14082006&gt;. I  wasn't about to let him get the best out of me so I sent him an email stating  about my desire for the sup role and here  goes:&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=955022722-14082006&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=718054522-14082006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=955022722-14082006&gt;&lt;SPAN class=718054522-14082006&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=955022722-14082006&gt;Hi  Niko,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=955022722-14082006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=955022722-14082006&gt;I&amp;nbsp;understand  how we&amp;nbsp;talked about you not promoting me mainly because my competency does  not match the skill that your account needs right now.&amp;nbsp;Somehow, I have to  be honest&amp;nbsp;that I am really vying for the position not only because I want  to be promoted but&amp;nbsp;because I am confident that I am&amp;nbsp;able to give a  positive impact in this company and especially in your account. It's not because  I am&amp;nbsp;skilled when it comes to sales but I believe in passion and I believe  in hard work of which I have been doing for the past year and 9 months now.  Being with Expedia which in itself is a tough account has&amp;nbsp;given me the  skills that I need to lead a team. I am&amp;nbsp;sending you this email&amp;nbsp;as a  bold move in my part with&amp;nbsp;high&amp;nbsp;hopes that you will reconsider my  application as supervisor in your account. I made Expedia my first choice but  when I&amp;nbsp;became exposed to Vonage during my stay in Bay 2 for my mentorship,  I realized that transferring to a new account will be a big challenge as much as  it is a big step for me to step up the ladder. I want to make it clear that I  did not apply as a supervisor because I only want to be promoted, as you said,  because I am ready. I am ready to whatever account it may be. I will make myself  ready and available. I do not fear that this move will be detrimental to my  career. I do not want to undermine my own skills and abilities knowing that I am  someone who does not give in to pressures&amp;nbsp;easily.&amp;nbsp;I am certain about  this role and I am hoping that you will consider me if the position is still  open. However, if you still feel that I do not fit in your account, I leave you  as the best judge to it believing that you know your account more than I do. I  thank you&amp;nbsp;for your time and I must say that I learned a lot during the  interview as well as during the feedback session. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=955022722-14082006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=955022722-14082006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=955022722-14082006&gt;All my  best,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=955022722-14082006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=955022722-14082006&gt;-Nadina&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=955022722-14082006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=955022722-14082006&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=718054522-14082006&gt;I honestly don't know what and where&amp;nbsp;this email  will lead to but I took all my courage and sent it anyways. Whatever will be  will be.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/SPAN&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/10933398-115560504188126036?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/115560504188126036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=115560504188126036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115560504188126036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115560504188126036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/08/sup-application.html' title='Sup Application'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-115441486907196142</id><published>2006-08-01T09:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T09:47:49.306+03:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT in the market</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=468234300-22072006&gt;My  beau is now up for grabs. We both are. I just set him free last night. . I  couldn't believe it myself at first but reality bites and it bites hard. It's  the RIGHT thing to do. I asked him a simple question that is not simple to  answer at all. I asked if he has plans for me in the future and what he said is  that he cannot give me any assurance at all. We are in the relationship  primarily because we're very good friends. But then again, I said it myself that  we cannot force the issue between us. Things are not complicated yet so we're  better off meeting new people. We're good friends for sure and we did love each  other but sadly it did not work. What happened? We made an agreement to avoid  getting drunk but still he did not keep his promise. How do I expect him to keep  major promises when he can't even keep a promise as simple as not getting drunk.  I know that I am doing the right thing. I don't have any qualms of being single  again. All throughout the relationship, i have always been his support system. I  was always there when he needed me and I gave it my BEST.  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-115441486907196142?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/115441486907196142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=115441486907196142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115441486907196142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115441486907196142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/08/out-in-market.html' title='OUT in the market'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-115283221787855826</id><published>2006-07-14T02:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:10:17.933+03:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=945243223-05072006&gt;My shift has been  moved to 6:00am until 3:00pm for the past month since I have been mentoring.  It's only just&amp;nbsp;2 hours difference from my regular sched. I have been having  such a hard time sleeping and waking up 2 hours earlier than the usual. I don't  think I'll ever adjust to this schedule. It is quite impossible. I can adjust  well for graveyard shift but not too well for early mornings. *sigh* I need a  break from a lot of things... &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=945243223-05072006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=945243223-05072006&gt;I am unable to  access my blog but I still hope that this gets posted somehow. I miss my home  again and my mom the most but maybe she'll get to visit me somehow. On a  different note, I don't want to be the possessive jealous type of gf but I can't  help it sometimes that I misinterpret some of my beaus actions. Well, I need to  remind myself always that no matter what, I may not be in control of the  universe but GOD is.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=945243223-05072006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=945243223-05072006&gt;Just one more day to  go and I'll be saying goodbye to my mentees. I had so much fun being a mentor.  I've always loved to share my thoughts and ideas and especially things that I  have learned. I am proud that they're doing great. 2 of my mentees are ranked  number 1 and 2 and the last mentee is ranked number 6 out of 16 mentees. I am so  happy for them and for myself. I can still imagine Quisel during his first day  of taking calls, he was panicking and his calls even gets escalated to a sup. I  even had to handle some of their calls but now, they've exceeded my  expectations. I can't be any happier than that! I will surely miss them. I am  praying that by the time they'll be endorsed to the floor, their sups will be  happy and satisfied. Thank God for all the good things.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=945243223-05072006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=945243223-05072006&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#ff80c0&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic"&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma  color=#808080&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=#808080  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10933398-115283221787855826?l=purplenadina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/feeds/115283221787855826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10933398&amp;postID=115283221787855826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115283221787855826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10933398/posts/default/115283221787855826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplenadina.blogspot.com/2006/07/goodbyes.html' title='GOODBYES!'/><author><name>Purple Butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11058426028776722565</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-10933398.post-115034332103709149</id><published>2006-06-15T06:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T06:48:41.086+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning, Loving and Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV dir=ltr align=left&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=Section1&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=blue size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: blue"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;TABLE class=MsoNormalTable style="WIDTH: 100%" cellPadding=0 width="100%"  border=0&gt;   &lt;TBODY&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD      style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0.75pt; PADDING-LEFT: 0.75pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.75pt; WIDTH: 24.1%; PADDING-TOP: 0.75pt"      width="24%"&gt;       &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align=right&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;     &lt;TD      style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0.75pt; PADDING-LEFT: 0.75pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.75pt; WIDTH: 75.34%; PADDING-TOP: 0.75pt"      width="75%"&gt;       &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=red size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN        style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;Learning ,        Loving and Living&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;A ninety-one  year old woman died after&amp;nbsp;living a long  dignified&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma color=blue size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;life.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;When she met  God she asked him something that had long bothered&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Tahoma color=blue size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;her.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;If Man was  created in God's image, and if all men are created&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;equal, why do  people treat each other so badly?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC"  color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;God replied  that each person who enters our life has a unique&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;lesson to  teach us. And it is only through these lessons that we learn  about&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;life, people,  relationships and God.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC"  color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;This confused  the woman, so God began to explain.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC"  color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;When someone  lies to you it teaches you that things are not always&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;as they seem.  The truth is often far beneath the surface. Look beyond  the&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;masks people  wear if you want to know their heart. And remove your  own&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;masks to let  people know yours.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;When someone  steals from you it teaches you that nothing is&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Tahoma color=blue size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;forever.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;Always  appreciate what you have, for you never know when you might  lose&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;it. And never,  ever take your friends and family for granted because  today&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;is the only  guarantee you have.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;When someone  inflicts an injury upon you it teaches you that the&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;human state is  a fragile one. Protect and take care of your body as best  as&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;you can, it's  the only thing you are sure to have here on earth.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;When someone  mocks you it teaches you that no two people are&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;alike. When  you encounter people who are different from you, don't  judge&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;them by how  they look or act; instead base your opinion on the contents  of&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;their  heart.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;When someone  breaks your heart it teaches you that loving someone&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;does not  always mean that person will love you back. But don't turn  your&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;back on love  because when you find the right person, the joy that one  person&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;brings will  make up for all the past hurts put together. Times ten.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;When someone  holds a grudge against you it teaches you that everyone  makes&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;mistakes. When  you are wronged, the most virtuous thing you can do is&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;forgive the  offender without pretense. Forgiving those who have&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;hurt us is the  most difficult and courageous thing Man can do.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;When a loved  one is unfaithful to you it teaches you that resisting&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;temptation is  Man's greatest challenge. Be vigilant in your resistance&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;against all  temptation. By doing so you will be rewarded with an&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;enduring sense  of satisfaction far greater than the temporary pleasure  by&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;which you were  tempted.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;When someone  cheats you, it teaches you that greed is the root of&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;all  evil.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Kristen ITC" color=green&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Kristen ITC" color=green size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'"&gt;Aspire to make  y
