<?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-33326707</id><updated>2011-12-26T20:22:14.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a heart out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-2306854575173767812</id><published>2011-12-26T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T19:58:01.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>Christmas is one of the most celebrated Holidays in the Philippines and in our family. When my grandparent's were still alive (mom's side), our family and my uncle's (mom's younger brother) family gather in my grandparent's house on Christmas eve. We have games, prayers, gift giving, lots of food and laughter :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my grandparents' died only our family and my uncle's celebrate Christmas together. Sometimes they come here in our house and there are times when we celebrate it in their house too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Christmas is different and has a lot of firsts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Christmas that I'm married :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Christmas that my husband spent Christmas with us at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Christmas that we didn't wake up at 12 mn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Christmas that we have no noche buena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Christmas not spent with my uncle's family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Christmas that I received cash haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ov867AlpBo/Tvk-wxjs4II/AAAAAAAAAgg/QsaLCAXdNN4/s320/DSC_1238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690648611817054338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December 25 was also a great day! It was our Church Christmas Party and we had so much fun! We won 2nd place in our presentation :D We also had games and gift giving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Young Pro planned to have dinner at the Plaza since we had our cash prize to spend ;) We took a lot of pictures that night, played games on the street, shared a lot of laughter and love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great night!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although this Christmas is different, it was still one of the most enjoyable and unforgettable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You God for sending Jesus to this Earth. Thank you for your unconditional love and your grace. I pray that we will always share your love to others :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-2306854575173767812?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/2306854575173767812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=2306854575173767812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/2306854575173767812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/2306854575173767812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2011/12/different-christmas-2011.html' title='A Different Christmas 2011'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/-9ov867AlpBo/Tvk-wxjs4II/AAAAAAAAAgg/QsaLCAXdNN4/s72-c/DSC_1238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-7695527962358837979</id><published>2011-10-04T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T03:10:11.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;a post for my mom..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You teach not just inside the classroom and not just by the book but you teach by example..you help your students not just to be able to answer a quarterly exam but you teach them lessons they won't forget even when hurdled with life's tests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear your students say, you're their best friend, their nanay, their favorite teacher, "ang pinaka mabuot nga maestra"..and I always feel a deep joy knowing that my mom is everybody's favorite, and I am so proud to be your daughter! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that God will continue to bless you for your generosity. You are a blessing not just to your students but to everyone who in one way or another has learned something from you that made them a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy world teacher's day ma!iluvU :)&lt;/div&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/33326707-7695527962358837979?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/7695527962358837979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=7695527962358837979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7695527962358837979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7695527962358837979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2011/10/world-teachers-day.html' title='World Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-2222321940269080998</id><published>2011-05-26T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T07:13:29.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today and forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZSxOdpgFPE/Td4zLVMl82I/AAAAAAAAAbE/liPAIHLQY14/s1600/DSC_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZSxOdpgFPE/Td4zLVMl82I/AAAAAAAAAbE/liPAIHLQY14/s320/DSC_0222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610978455511757666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So they are no longer two, but one. Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 25, 2011 is a very special day for me..it is the day that God set for me to be one with the person I love. Together with my family we all thanked God for this wonderful blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been so good to our relationship and we will continue to trust Him to take care of our love for each other, to guide us in our every way, to stregthen us when storms come, to bind us with unconditional love and to let our relationship be a blessing to others and glorify Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for what God has prepared for me and my partner, I know we will have a great journey together..the three of us :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-2222321940269080998?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/2222321940269080998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=2222321940269080998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/2222321940269080998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/2222321940269080998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2011/05/today-and-forever.html' title='today and forever'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/-cZSxOdpgFPE/Td4zLVMl82I/AAAAAAAAAbE/liPAIHLQY14/s72-c/DSC_0222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-7740948627089119129</id><published>2011-05-11T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T07:53:21.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Shuffle Game</title><content type='html'>My brother emailed me this game and though I don't have an iPod or MP3, I just played using the Music folder on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite enjoyed the answers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Nothing is impossible (yes I know with God!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-It's the God in me (or in him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-All for love (haha pwede)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-All that matters (huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-What if Cartoons got saved? (hahaha what if?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-complete (yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-You're all I need (chos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-I give my all (what? wala pa gni..lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- I surrender all (yay, daw n d amo haw?haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- It takes 3 (a wedding song?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-Righteousness, Peace and Joy (ano secret da man?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-I need to be next to you (ay..n d ko mag ingod cmu e!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-You won't relent (I won't relent until I get married na lng haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Perfect Two (whatever! haha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok back to work! lol :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-7740948627089119129?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/7740948627089119129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=7740948627089119129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7740948627089119129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7740948627089119129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2011/05/music-shuffle-game.html' title='Music Shuffle Game'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-1839225129995354265</id><published>2011-04-11T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:35:29.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On this day of your life, God wants you to know..</title><content type='html'>I have this application on my facebook called Message from God. They have different messages everyday that can lift your souls and cheer your weary heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what God said to me today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;table style="width: 520px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="background-image: none; background-attachment: scroll; background-color: rgb(115, 44, 123); background-position: 0% 0%;"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 5px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; color: white;"&gt;God is glad that you are You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px; text-align: center; width: 90px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.armoona.com/godwantsyouprod/logo3.jpg" alt="Message from God" style="border-width: 0px; padding: 4px;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="text-align: left;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div  style="padding: 5px 10px 5px 5px; text-align: justify;font-size:13px;"&gt;Sure, we all have things we want to change, to improve about ourselves. But underneath the flesh and bone, you are an immortal and perfect soul. Always remember that.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/33326707-1839225129995354265?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/1839225129995354265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=1839225129995354265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1839225129995354265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1839225129995354265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-this-day-of-your-life-god-wants-you.html' title='On this day of your life, God wants you to know..'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-3601194016231597894</id><published>2011-03-23T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:45:52.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KdY9zJWowh8/TYrVsowMmkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Yk-sRb7sTJU/s200/DSC02389.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587513250537052738" /&gt;March 5, 2011&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lord for this wonderful gift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rx5tuX42VTg/TYrYuPlXP5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/zfK9fj4JtmM/s320/DSC_0789.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587516576675348370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-3601194016231597894?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/3601194016231597894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=3601194016231597894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3601194016231597894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3601194016231597894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-it.html' title='this is it!!'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/-KdY9zJWowh8/TYrVsowMmkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Yk-sRb7sTJU/s72-c/DSC02389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-1976020684219082426</id><published>2010-07-13T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:18:10.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humility</title><content type='html'>If you are struggling with Pride, God's word will teach you about humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being humble may be the hardest virtue a man has to practice. It is man's nature to think of himself first before thinking about others. Sometimes it is what causes conflicts in most relationships, business, friendships, families and a lot more. Why do men think of themselves highly than anybody else? Why do we always want to be above others, when even God humbled himself and become one of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know the answer to these questions, but I want to thank God that through time He has taught me how to be humble. It was painful, it was hard, and sometimes I'm tempted to think of myself often before others. But God's word keeps on reminding me that I should be humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is ok to admit our mistakes, it is a stepping stone to become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;It is important to say sorry and mean it, this is one way to exercise humility.&lt;br /&gt;Being too concerned of how you feel is being selfish, remember others have feelings also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of quotes I want to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,'bookman old style','palatino linotype','book antiqua',palatino,'trebuchet ms',helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,'avante garde','century gothic','comic sans ms',times,'times new roman',serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Humility does not mean thinking less of yourself than of other people, nor does it mean having a low opinion of your own gifts.  It means freedom from thinking about yourself at all. &lt;/span&gt; ~William Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,'bookman old style','palatino linotype','book antiqua',palatino,'trebuchet ms',helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,'avante garde','century gothic','comic sans ms',times,'times new roman',serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What kills a skunk is the publicity it gives itself.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,'bookman old style','palatino linotype','book antiqua',palatino,'trebuchet ms',helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,'avante garde','century gothic','comic sans ms',times,'times new roman',serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;True merit, like a river, the deeper it is, the less noise it makes.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Edward Frederick Halifax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,'bookman old style','palatino linotype','book antiqua',palatino,'trebuchet ms',helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,'avante garde','century gothic','comic sans ms',times,'times new roman',serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It is far more impressive when others discover your good qualities without your help.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia,'bookman old style','palatino linotype','book antiqua',palatino,'trebuchet ms',helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,'avante garde','century gothic','comic sans ms',times,'times new roman',serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nobody stands taller than those willing to stand corrected.&lt;/span&gt;  ~William Safire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans+12:3&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Romans 12:3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance with the measure of faith God has given you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-1976020684219082426?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/1976020684219082426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=1976020684219082426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1976020684219082426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1976020684219082426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2010/07/humility.html' title='Humility'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-6611697516540033591</id><published>2010-05-02T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:47:25.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend at Sand Bar</title><content type='html'>Location:&lt;br /&gt;Sandbar Beach Resort&lt;br /&gt;Conception, Iloilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/S95wu5EI-rI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zr-H8_mHuXc/s1600/IMG_4430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/S95wu5EI-rI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zr-H8_mHuXc/s320/IMG_4430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466930948568840882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 3-hour ride from Iloilo City to the town of Conception plus a 30-minute boat ride to the island.&lt;br /&gt;Sandbar resort has a long stretch of white sand bar and a crystal clear water perfect for swimming. Aside from this pictureque island, there are a number of other great islands with white sand beaches in Conception. You can go island hopping and enjoy the beauty of God's creation. This town is really blessed with great beaches, mountain formations and beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/S95wv-KPHFI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ReyHQiZxL_s/s1600/IMG_4466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/S95wv-KPHFI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ReyHQiZxL_s/s320/IMG_4466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466930967116454994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact the resort owner if you wish to visit the island and coordinate with him about your transportation and cottage reservation. They are very accommodating and friendly so you don't need to worry about anything coz they'll make sure you will have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/S95wvZdcJ1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZxP1_w28wJk/s1600/IMG_4529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/S95wvZdcJ1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZxP1_w28wJk/s320/IMG_4529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466930957264889682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-6611697516540033591?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/6611697516540033591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=6611697516540033591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6611697516540033591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6611697516540033591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend-at-sand-bar.html' title='A weekend at Sand Bar'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/S95wu5EI-rI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zr-H8_mHuXc/s72-c/IMG_4430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-5181942926275686737</id><published>2010-02-16T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T03:46:48.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vday!! love love love :)</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning, Valentine's day..I'm excited to celebrate the day with the One who loves me more than anybody else. He always takes care of me, He is my joy, my comforter, my life. So I first spent the day praising Him and thanking Him for all blessings He has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was pondering about the importance of heart's day, I realized that God has a deep and great love for us all. I couldn't count the wrong things I've done, I couldn't imagine the sins I have &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/S3qO_1ySclI/AAAAAAAAAZo/5tHu001HW14/s1600-h/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/S3qO_1ySclI/AAAAAAAAAZo/5tHu001HW14/s320/cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438816727424201298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;committed and will still commit in all my life..but what I saw is God's loving arms ready to embrace me no matter how big my mistakes are. I felt God's great love and I know I am never alone..and I also have to share this wonderful opportunity to others. For them to know deep in their hearts that there is someone, someone greater than anything else, who will love them unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for your love for me ♥ iloveyou..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-5181942926275686737?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/5181942926275686737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=5181942926275686737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/5181942926275686737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/5181942926275686737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2010/02/vday-love-love-love.html' title='Vday!! love love love :)'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/S3qO_1ySclI/AAAAAAAAAZo/5tHu001HW14/s72-c/cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-4665836993807413761</id><published>2010-01-21T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:14:12.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities - Balance - Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:16pt;"  lang="EN-SG" &gt;"Imagine life &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air. You name them - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Family, Health, Friends and Spirit and you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/S1lQCNlF4nI/AAAAAAAAAZY/l910zkYF-7U/s1600-h/Joggle.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/S1lQCNlF4nI/AAAAAAAAAZY/l910zkYF-7U/s200/Joggle.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429458824707039858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:16pt;"  lang="EN-SG" &gt;keeping all of these in the Air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:16pt;"  lang="EN-SG" &gt;You will soon understand that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is a &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1264144026_1"&gt;rubber ball&lt;/span&gt;. If you drop it, it will bounce back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:16pt;"  lang="EN-SG" &gt;But the other four Balls - Family, Health, Friends and Spirit - are made of glass. If you drop one of these; they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even shattered. They will never be the same. You must understand that and strive for it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:16pt;"  lang="EN-SG" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Garamond;font-size:16pt;"  lang="EN-SG" &gt;WORK EFFICIENTLY DURING OFFICE HOURS AND LEAVE ON TIME. GIVE THE REQUIRED TIME TO YOUR FAMILY, FRIENDS &amp;amp; HAVE &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;PROPER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;REST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;"  lang="EN-SG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:16pt;"  lang="EN-SG" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;his is the 30 min speech of Coca Cola's CEO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Bryan Dyson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:16pt;"  lang="EN-SG" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Garamond;font-size:16pt;"  lang="EN-SG" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-4665836993807413761?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/4665836993807413761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=4665836993807413761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/4665836993807413761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/4665836993807413761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2010/01/priorities-balance-life.html' title='Priorities - Balance - Life'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/S1lQCNlF4nI/AAAAAAAAAZY/l910zkYF-7U/s72-c/Joggle.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-6641188409559147492</id><published>2010-01-13T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:12:35.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 2010!!</title><content type='html'>new year, new template, new posts comming up! :)&lt;br /&gt;I've really been busy these past months and it makes me sad that I wasn't able to update my blog..&lt;br /&gt;I hope this year 2010 will be a year full of blogging!! ♥♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-6641188409559147492?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/6641188409559147492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=6641188409559147492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6641188409559147492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6641188409559147492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='happy 2010!!'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-7184331789563587176</id><published>2009-09-10T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:07:19.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime I Fall</title><content type='html'>A very nice song from &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianlyricsonline.com/artists/jaci-velasquez/index.html"&gt;Jaci Velasquez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;                    Every time I fall a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;                    Every time I fall a little bit farther&lt;br /&gt;                    Every time I fall&lt;br /&gt;                    I fall right back into your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every time I try&lt;br /&gt;                    To explain the reason why&lt;br /&gt;                    I have let you down&lt;br /&gt;                    I fall to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is it you                      see in me&lt;br /&gt;                    That makes you believe&lt;br /&gt;                    No matter how far I stray&lt;br /&gt;                    I will still find the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just when I think                      I’m not strong enough&lt;br /&gt;                    You reach out to me and you lift me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Repeat chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time and time again&lt;br /&gt;                    When I think I’ve reached the end&lt;br /&gt;                    It’s your voice I hear&lt;br /&gt;                    That draws me near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don’t know                      what makes you stay&lt;br /&gt;                    When I act this way&lt;br /&gt;                    No matter what we’ve been through&lt;br /&gt;                    I can turn to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just when I think                      I’m not strong enough&lt;br /&gt;                    You reach out to me and you lift me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Repeat chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;You find the beauty                      in my imperfections&lt;br /&gt;                    The guiding light in all my misdirection&lt;br /&gt;                    And when I think you’ve finally given up&lt;br /&gt;                    You fill my heart with unconditional love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every time I fall&lt;br /&gt;                    I fall back in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I love the lyrics and it's a very nice love song..It reflects God's unconditional love for us :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="seolinx-tooltip" style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; display: none; opacity: 0.9; position: absolute; width: auto; z-index: 99999;"&gt;&lt;table style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; border-collapse: separate; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="seolinx-table" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 1px; padding: 0pt; 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color: darkgreen; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 7pt; font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://siteanalytics.compete.com/favicon.ico" style="vertical-align: middle;" width="12px" height="12px" /&gt; C: &lt;a style="color: blue; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 7pt; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;" index="108" type="param" title="Compete Rank" href="javascript:{}"&gt;wait...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 1px; cursor: pointer; vertical-align: middle; width: auto;" id="seolinx-tooltip-close" title="close"&gt;&lt;img src="chrome://seoquake/content/skin/close.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-7184331789563587176?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/7184331789563587176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=7184331789563587176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7184331789563587176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7184331789563587176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2009/09/everytime-i-fall.html' title='Everytime I Fall'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-3903235524414436536</id><published>2009-07-06T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:30:27.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inspiring Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theshackbook.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 125px;" src="http://theshackbook.com/aimages/Shack.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading a great book by William P. Young called "The Shack." It was the best book I've ever read. I was so blessed that i was able to read the book. It was nothing I expected it to be. It's really a heart-warming and enlightening story for me. I spent nights shedding tears while reading this book. I was overwhelmed by how God has been revealed in the story and by how great His love is for people like us. There was never a dull moment for me reading this book. One of the things I learned here is that we can't understand everything that's happening in our lives, but we only need to trust God that He is carefully knitting the threads of our lives into a perfect piece. God never expects us to be like Him, actually God never expects anything from us. He is only longing for every moment we spend and will be spending with Him. He is not who we think He is, He is more than what we could imagine. And it is so comforting and encouraging to know that God is so powerful and yet He is fond of each one of us. It is not about religion or doctrine, it is a story about love. love of a father for his lost child. love of God for the human race. and our love for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could say a lot of things here but it still can't summarize the beauty of the book and how it inspired me. Hope you could grab a copy and be influenced by this wonderful book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-3903235524414436536?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/3903235524414436536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=3903235524414436536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3903235524414436536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3903235524414436536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2009/07/inspiring-read.html' title='An Inspiring Read'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-6019827956803124401</id><published>2009-05-07T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:01:18.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasidman Island</title><content type='html'>These past few days I have been really busy and I didn't have the luxury of time to update my blog. Now is my chance, so I'll share with you where we had our summer getaway.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgKYNJQ9ylI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3MHM_5OyeKA/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgKYNJQ9ylI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3MHM_5OyeKA/s200/DSC00142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332992260352887378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgKW6SuCBII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/AazVPXRld6Q/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgKW6SuCBII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/AazVPXRld6Q/s320/DSC00152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332990836961576066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgKYNduyQCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/yDroZ3qRDSY/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgKYNduyQCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/yDroZ3qRDSY/s200/DSC00150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332992265846669346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Punta Pasil Beach Resort in Nasidman Island, Ajuy, Iloilo. A place blessed by a white sand beach, clear waters, lush surroundings and approachable people. It is a two-hour bus ride from the city to Barangay Barrido, Ajuy and a 10-minute boat ride to Nasidman Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgKdKj_WdgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/lYb-iP-cHSM/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgKdKj_WdgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/lYb-iP-cHSM/s200/DSC00139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332997713545295362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgKdKzeAk4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/a4pRxydOwpw/s1600-h/IMG_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgKdKzeAk4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/a4pRxydOwpw/s200/IMG_0120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332997717700416386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgKdLEAiMMI/AAAAAAAAAY4/eut43e-ewNc/s1600-h/SDC10898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgKdLEAiMMI/AAAAAAAAAY4/eut43e-ewNc/s200/SDC10898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332997722140192962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgKfdSClcUI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6Bv-MuJ7Sd4/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgKfdSClcUI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6Bv-MuJ7Sd4/s200/DSC00172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333000234167791938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed boat rides to and from the island, taking pictures of the beautiful surroundings, eating our sumptuous lunch and some chichiryas, swimming in the cool waters and spotting some striped-colored fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgPKOf1gvFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/y0a8SSRRqCA/s1600-h/IMG_0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgPKOf1gvFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/y0a8SSRRqCA/s200/IMG_0174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333328734149721170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgPKOH5Uq6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/BTRB79q1Nsc/s1600-h/IMG_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgPKOH5Uq6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/BTRB79q1Nsc/s200/IMG_0201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333328727723256738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun and wish we could go back to that wonderful place soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-6019827956803124401?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/6019827956803124401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=6019827956803124401' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6019827956803124401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6019827956803124401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2009/05/nasidman-island.html' title='Nasidman Island'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SgKYNJQ9ylI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3MHM_5OyeKA/s72-c/DSC00142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-1138242017355273672</id><published>2009-04-01T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:06:19.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights switched off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SdQDx7vCD4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/uXd85v7fZcc/s1600-h/earth_hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SdQDx7vCD4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/uXd85v7fZcc/s320/earth_hour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319881216214830978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 28, 2009. 8:30 pm. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I voted for EARTH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We switched off our lights and enjoyed an hour of family bonding :)&lt;br /&gt;my little brother was desperate to watch his favorite cartoons but my mom said we should not turn on the tv either. So we gathered outside our house, had fun dancing with our neighbor's music, storytelling and just talked about anything that pops up to mind. My brother's high school classmate passed by our house and told us that we are the only one who turn off our lights to join the earth hour. Quite sad because others don't seem to care or maybe they are not aware, but it also makes me happy that we have been a part of this global event and helped vote for earth against climate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a vote made by the Philippines for the earth because we showed our unity for the world to take action in Copenhagen in 2009 where they will draft a post-Kyoto policy where they will set new targets for developed and developing nations to reduce carbon emission," said WWF communications officer Gregg Yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE EARTH is a global call to action for every individual, every business, and every community – a call to stand up and take control of the future of our planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Visit  http://www.earthhour.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-1138242017355273672?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/1138242017355273672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=1138242017355273672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1138242017355273672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1138242017355273672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2009/04/lights-switched-off.html' title='Lights switched off'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SdQDx7vCD4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/uXd85v7fZcc/s72-c/earth_hour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-7724862501480024683</id><published>2009-02-12T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:51:10.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I speak in the tongues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SZTu1okgn1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q5xpJ4q24UI/s1600-h/boy+girl+holding+hands+KA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SZTu1okgn1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q5xpJ4q24UI/s320/boy+girl+holding+hands+KA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302125266512944978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;, love is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;does not envy&lt;/span&gt;, it &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;does not boast&lt;/span&gt;, it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;not proud&lt;/span&gt;. It is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;not rude&lt;/span&gt;, it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;not self-seeking&lt;/span&gt;, it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;not easily angered&lt;/span&gt;, it &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;keeps no record of wrongs&lt;/span&gt;. Love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;does not delight in evil&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rejoices with the truth&lt;/span&gt;. It always &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;protects&lt;/span&gt;, always &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;trusts&lt;/span&gt;, always &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hopes&lt;/span&gt;, always &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;perseveres&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love never fails&lt;/span&gt;. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-7724862501480024683?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/7724862501480024683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=7724862501480024683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7724862501480024683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7724862501480024683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is.html' title='Love is..'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SZTu1okgn1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Q5xpJ4q24UI/s72-c/boy+girl+holding+hands+KA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-2413492989100963850</id><published>2009-01-14T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:46:27.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year '09</title><content type='html'>Welcoming year 2009 was still exciting but not really that enjoyable like the previous years. Though we enjoyed lots of food on the table, we can't spend much time outside to light our fire crackers because of the rain. From the afternoon of December 31 until January 1, 2009, rain kept pouring on the Philippine archipelago. People in our town took advantage of the time whenever the rain stops to light up their "kwitis" and other fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have our New Year family devotion at around 9pm so we won't be disturb by the noise. Unfortunately rain stopped during this time so our neighbors went out of their houses and started to set off their firecrackers. Yet we have a great time during our devotional ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for midnight and was excited to eat and watch our pinwheels, fountains and roman candles display different colors. It was still drizzling but we were too exciting to mind it. We slept at around 1:30 am, exhausted from the celebration and our stomachs full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;☺☻☻☺☻☻☺☻☻☺☻☻☺☻☻☺☻☻☺☻☻☺☻☻☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.kristijel.multiply.com/image/5/photos/26/500x500/10/DSC00910.JPG?et=kEl7TY%2BVT6asaE73mswG2A&amp;amp;nmid=166899959"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 231px;" src="http://images.kristijel.multiply.com/image/5/photos/26/500x500/10/DSC00910.JPG?et=kEl7TY%2BVT6asaE73mswG2A&amp;amp;nmid=166899959" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was during the food festival in Barotac Viejo, there was a Christmas lantern contest and this one, for me, was the best of them all. It was neatly-done and has attractive lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following pictures were taken during Pie's birthday at Racsos last January 3, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.kristijel.multiply.com/image/6/photos/26/500x500/40/DSC01008.JPG?et=zMXxcG3ihteaGjAQI48b%2Bw&amp;amp;nmid=166899959"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://images.kristijel.multiply.com/image/6/photos/26/500x500/40/DSC01008.JPG?et=zMXxcG3ihteaGjAQI48b%2Bw&amp;amp;nmid=166899959" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.kristijel.multiply.com/image/4/photos/26/500x500/34/DSC01000.JPG?et=R8yNF8%2BFmanh79V3qoCmZg&amp;amp;nmid=166899959"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 252px;" src="http://images.kristijel.multiply.com/image/4/photos/26/500x500/34/DSC01000.JPG?et=R8yNF8%2BFmanh79V3qoCmZg&amp;amp;nmid=166899959" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.kristijel.multiply.com/image/3/photos/26/500x500/52/DSC01020.JPG?et=g8j%2BMwMIxANCNClvuX1IyQ&amp;amp;nmid=166899959"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 147px;" src="http://images.kristijel.multiply.com/image/3/photos/26/500x500/52/DSC01020.JPG?et=g8j%2BMwMIxANCNClvuX1IyQ&amp;amp;nmid=166899959" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.kristijel.multiply.com/image/4/photos/26/500x500/43/DSC01011.JPG?et=DHtuZuglWzRTkU%2CxwN59Gw&amp;amp;nmid=166899959"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 152px;" src="http://images.kristijel.multiply.com/image/4/photos/26/500x500/43/DSC01011.JPG?et=DHtuZuglWzRTkU%2CxwN59Gw&amp;amp;nmid=166899959" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-2413492989100963850?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/2413492989100963850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=2413492989100963850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/2413492989100963850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/2413492989100963850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-09.html' title='New Year &apos;09'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-4552961339907733029</id><published>2008-12-10T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:40:49.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Paradise..wonderland in Guimaras</title><content type='html'>Villa Igang, a resort 4 kilometers away from Poblacion, Nueva Valencia, Guimaras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUC5lYzPEjI/AAAAAAAAASQ/w_OCNJq0A7I/s1600-h/SDC10125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUC5lYzPEjI/AAAAAAAAASQ/w_OCNJq0A7I/s320/SDC10125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278422815241867826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a paradise on its own, with crystal clear waters, white sand beach, amazing rock formations and more of nature's wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUC5l6JKCoI/AAAAAAAAASg/VrHhsygOBK0/s1600-h/SDC10144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUC5l6JKCoI/AAAAAAAAASg/VrHhsygOBK0/s320/SDC10144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278422824192182914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a gloomy morning but me and my friends decided to pursue our trip to Guimaras Island. I was ecstatic even the day before because it's only my second time to the island and my first time to visit its beaches. I woke up at about 5:30 a.m. to prepare our lunch for the day. Mylyn and I grilled some pork and fish and cooked adobo. It was past 8 a.m. when we left Mylyn's boardinghouse and we were thankful that somehow the sun decided to take a peek on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUC5lkv3JUI/AAAAAAAAASY/RcC0Mn8BNaU/s1600-h/SDC10137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUC5lkv3JUI/AAAAAAAAASY/RcC0Mn8BNaU/s320/SDC10137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278422818448942402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 15 minute boat ride to Guimaras Island plus a 45 minute ride on a tricycle, we reached Villa Igang with curiosity and excitement. We've heard so much about this place and it's our turn to discover it's beauty. We wandered a while looking for someone whom we can inquire about the accommodations. We were lucky that the place was not packed with visitors that day. The first photo above was taken just outside our room, it's a magnificent view and seeing it, I seem to be in a foreign place. But that's not just it, there were more amazing things to see on this resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUC5mFyRLfI/AAAAAAAAASo/mLsiFFdr9XE/s1600-h/SDC10135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUC5mFyRLfI/AAAAAAAAASo/mLsiFFdr9XE/s320/SDC10135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278422827317407218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fixed our things and changed our clothes, armed with our cameras we headed to the beach to explore. We shot some pictures outside our room, then we headed to the cave. It was small, but wide, water from the other side filled the cave up to our knees. Smiles and utters of amazement filled the cave, we were never tired of taking pictures and admiring the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUC6aFVQmdI/AAAAAAAAASw/Az8RJ6UZ3PU/s1600-h/SDC10154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUC6aFVQmdI/AAAAAAAAASw/Az8RJ6UZ3PU/s320/SDC10154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278423720548932050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the other side of the resort where the diving spot is located. The rock structures were truly amazing. The waters in this area is clear turquoise and green. We climbed the rocks on the right side to see a clearer view of the sea. It was breathtaking, with blue skies and crystal clear waters..it's just paradise. Cameras nearly run out of batteries because you can never stop clicking to take a memorabilia of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUDNyjAYbhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/T-o-LJO-PsM/s1600-h/SDC10145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUDNyjAYbhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/T-o-LJO-PsM/s320/SDC10145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278445031552216594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a sumptuous lunch, we rested for a while before heading to the waters. We rented a small boat where we had the chance to paddle in our own novice way. Rain started to fall but it never discouraged us to continue our explorations. As we are amazed by the beauty of the sea bed, I spotted something familiar..2 fishes swimming, they keep swimming, keep swimming, keep swimming..yes I saw two clown fishes swimming above an anemone..We found Nemo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUDNzAu5tqI/AAAAAAAAATA/85__uBAWfy4/s1600-h/SDC10168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUDNzAu5tqI/AAAAAAAAATA/85__uBAWfy4/s320/SDC10168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278445039531964066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say but the sun is almost hidden in the dark clouds and its time for us to head back to our room and get ready to go home. I might forget to mention, the staff here are really nice and if you don't have food with you, they can cook for you for a very affordable price.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUG-hdQSnuI/AAAAAAAAATI/JtD1uGbHiw4/s1600-h/DSC01153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUG-hdQSnuI/AAAAAAAAATI/JtD1uGbHiw4/s320/DSC01153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278709720252849890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an unforgettable day..a great experience..a priceless moment..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-4552961339907733029?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/4552961339907733029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=4552961339907733029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/4552961339907733029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/4552961339907733029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/12/paradisewonderland-in-guimaras.html' title='A Paradise..wonderland in Guimaras'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SUC5lYzPEjI/AAAAAAAAASQ/w_OCNJq0A7I/s72-c/SDC10125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-3958081695294337779</id><published>2008-11-19T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:23:15.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the First Time</title><content type='html'>I will not be talking about the movie here but my first time to solve the Rubik's cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SSSzn87_VgI/AAAAAAAAARw/LaHuD53uQOs/s1600-h/rubix-cube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SSSzn87_VgI/AAAAAAAAARw/LaHuD53uQOs/s320/rubix-cube.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270534962884335106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, my godson, KM, went with us after the church service and he brought with him his rubik's cube. I am always interested in knowing how to solve this "magic cube" but I can't seem to understand instructions and videos from the internet hehe. I once asked a friend to teach me how but she was only successful in teaching me how to solve one face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister knows how to solve the cube so I asked her to teach me how. At first I really can't figure out what she's talking about hehe but since I have a little knowledge on how to solve one face, I did it on my own way first. Then she taught me how to solve the layers one by one, it's a good thing she was patient with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't have all the time to teach me because she'll be doing her thesis, so I stored all her instruction on my mind and left her alone doing her thesis. Sometime in the middle of twists and turns, I get lost, so I have to disturb her and ask for the patterns. It took me about 4 hours to learn and master the puzzle.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SSS5Dl9jB2I/AAAAAAAAASI/f5Md9YnlN-E/s1600-h/18.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 34px; height: 18px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SSS5Dl9jB2I/AAAAAAAAASI/f5Md9YnlN-E/s320/18.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270540935311329122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice feeling solving this crazy cube. Do you know that there are exactly 43,252,003,274,489,856,000 possibilities to solve this cube??!!??!!?? I am so blessed I know 1 way of how to solve the rubik's cube wehehehe&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;☻☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For video tutorials of how to solve the cube, click &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=rubic%27s+cube&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=video_result_group&amp;amp;resnum=4&amp;amp;ct=title#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-3958081695294337779?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/3958081695294337779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=3958081695294337779' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3958081695294337779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3958081695294337779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-first-time.html' title='For the First Time'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SSSzn87_VgI/AAAAAAAAARw/LaHuD53uQOs/s72-c/rubix-cube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-2013324762949682880</id><published>2008-10-15T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:29:56.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"5800-Chinese-babies-remain-ill-on-tainted-milk"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord that I still get to eat and drink good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Torture: A pervasive reality in the country"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord that I am safe and surrounded by great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"3 hurt in 7-vehicle smashup at Skyway"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord that I still get to travel safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Iraq: Cholera cases near 500"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord that I'm healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Poverty, hunger prevent Filipino kids from getting basic education"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord that we never run out of food in our table. Thank you Lord that my siblings, cousins and relatives are still able to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Beheading brings more fear to kin of OFWs on Saudi death row"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord that my family abroad are safe and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"23 Are Charged With Illegal Sports Betting at Borgata Casino"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord that I still see families enjoying a day at the park. Thank you that we don't have to spend so much money in exchange of fun and laughter. Thank you Lord that we are contented with what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Death Toll in South Asia Floods Crosses 1,100 Mark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord that you have kept us safe whenever natural calamities happen. Thank you Lord that through these events, we realized our mistakes and draw closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hope North To Benefit From Celebrity Clothes Auction"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for people who knows how to extend help to the needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Group Suicide Becomes Frightening Trend in Japan"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord that you have taught me to value life and that there is always hope because I have a loving and gracious God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;When we turn on our television sets and listen to the news, it seems that there aren't any good news anymore. If it's not about the economic crisis, it's about war. If it's not about natural disasters, it's about death. If it's not about corruption, it's about other people's lives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;We hear complaints, we see tears, we feel anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;When we turn on our television sets and listen to the news, it seems that there are a lot of opportunities where God can work. If it's not on giving us the best job we have been waiting for, it's on allowing us to love others more. If it's not on making us survive disasters and testify His goodness, it's on rejoicing that we are soon going to be with Him in paradise with no more tears. If it's not on blessing our leaders to help and guide the people better, it's on blessing the simplest person and bringing joy and comfort to the lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;We hear thanksgiving, we see smiles, we feel love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;thank you Lord&lt;/span&gt; Ü ☻ ♥&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/33326707-2013324762949682880?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/2013324762949682880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=2013324762949682880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/2013324762949682880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/2013324762949682880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/10/headlines.html' title='Headlines'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-8748790197100694805</id><published>2008-09-04T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:40:45.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "things to do"</title><content type='html'>My friend, &lt;a href="http://painstakinglydrafted.wordpress.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;, asked me to read her recent blog post "59 things" and persuaded me to write my own. Last night I watched the movie Bucket List to get some inspiration before I make my own list. The movie was very nice and I got what I was looking for. So now I'm making my own "things to do," things I hope I could make/fulfill while I'm alive and healthy. I don't have cancer, like the characters in the movie, and I'm definitely not dying -- at least I know not now hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;Some are quite impossible, but let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes my list.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this is not in any order, I just write these things as it pops into my head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will try to update this list once in a while and cross out the things that I've already done ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Design a house, preferably my own&lt;br /&gt;2. help build our church building&lt;br /&gt;3. volunteer in any community service&lt;br /&gt;4. make friends with a "special child"&lt;br /&gt;5. kiss in the rain haha&lt;br /&gt;6. go scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;7. go on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;8. visit Italy and France &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this is actually to see the wonderful things Sir Ed Defensor showed us in our Humanities Class back in College)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Visit the places where Jesus has been to&lt;br /&gt;10. Learn how to drive&lt;br /&gt;11. ride a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;12. watch a synchronized swimming contest live!&lt;br /&gt;13. donate blood&lt;br /&gt;14. go mountain climbing&lt;br /&gt;15. try wall climbing and horseback riding&lt;br /&gt;16. get a job abroad hehe &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but i don't want to live in other countries)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. have my own business&lt;br /&gt;18. work in a bank &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(please Lord, please, I want to cross this out as soon as possible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. be a detective even once&lt;br /&gt;20. learn any martial arts from a Chinese guru&lt;br /&gt;21. learn and practice acupuncture and reflexology hehe&lt;br /&gt;22. meditate on the mountains&lt;br /&gt;23. ride a train&lt;br /&gt;24. visit all tourists spots and popular beaches in Panay&lt;br /&gt;25. Enter a castle&lt;br /&gt;26. Visit all waterfalls in Barotac Viejo &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(there are 3 waterfalls open to visitors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Initiate a long term project for our church&lt;br /&gt;28. buy devotional bibles for bboy and me :D&lt;br /&gt;29. Give flowers to my mom and lola&lt;br /&gt;30. loose 10 lbs haha&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;buy a digital camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. help a child from the streets&lt;br /&gt;34. learn to bake a cake and make ice cream&lt;br /&gt;35. Plant a tree in our yard&lt;br /&gt;36. Try target shooting&lt;br /&gt;37. Visit Palawan, Bohol and Ifugao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..(to be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-8748790197100694805?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/8748790197100694805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=8748790197100694805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8748790197100694805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8748790197100694805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-things-to-do.html' title='My &quot;things to do&quot;'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-8333055287855969323</id><published>2008-08-19T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T05:03:16.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Train of Woes</title><content type='html'>This post is based from my devotional book entitled coffee break devotions. I have read this book every night and it always gave me new insights about life as well as encouragements during difficult times. I have copied some of the words but have changed some to my own ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the bad things in life seems to gang up on us? It can be small annoyances like the alarm doesn't go off, the jeepney is too slow and you're late for work, your boss is not satisfied with your work. It can be major ones like dealing with serious diseases, financial problems or death. When a train of negative events arrives in our station, we often take it personally and we ask God, "why me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/christillustrations/jesus21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SKrQ-eJ799I/AAAAAAAAARo/cYsGg3I8V_M/s400/jesus21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236227288436832210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 4:16 says, "Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God allows these things to come our way and He assured us that when we are faced with difficult circumstances we can always come to Him. God may not get rid of our burdens immediately but I'm sure He will help us carry our load so we can finish the race. We don't need to waste our time and energy blaming others, blaming ourselves or blaming God. What we can do is to turn to Him and ask for peace of mind and strength to rise above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the train of woes pulls into your station, climb aboard -- just be sure to talk to the Conductor."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-8333055287855969323?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/8333055287855969323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=8333055287855969323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8333055287855969323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8333055287855969323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/08/train-of-woes.html' title='Train of Woes'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SKrQ-eJ799I/AAAAAAAAARo/cYsGg3I8V_M/s72-c/jesus21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-1636948865625962674</id><published>2008-07-27T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:56:11.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy thougths</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/68259253@N00/499335391/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SI0ujDLqb1I/AAAAAAAAARg/nWhF6GnHvX0/s320/499335391_36c8df9e72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227885922131537746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was quite a gloomy morning in our town today because of the dark clouds covering the sky. I dragged myself out of my bed and took a bath. I know I will be late for work but my mind doesn't seem to care. It was already 7am when I had my breakfast and my work is at 8am. It would be an hour and 30 min ride to my workplace. I waited for the van and thank God no rain has fallen on my head yet. I sat near the window to avoid the air condition to blow on my face. Passengers beside and behind me are busy chatting and doing their own business, while I look past the rice fields and houses on the roadside. Rain started to fall but little sunshine still made its way to my window. I tightened my jacket since it was getting colder inside the van, as rain pours outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts were on the time and my work, when I saw something outside the window. At first I thought it's just a reflection of that little sunshine, but when trees cleared my view, there it was above the fields and over the mountains. I saw the rainbow. It was a perfect bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gloomy day turned gay. Happy thoughts started to fill my cluttered mind. I thought of the pot of gold, I even thought of a leprechaun! I thought of playing in the field with that colorful bow above my head. I though of dancing in the rain with my little sunshine and the rainbow watching over me. It's like magic, what can a sight of a rainbow do to my imagination. A smile started to paint on my face, but deep inside I know that joy radiates to my soul. It gave me peace. It gave me hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's 11am. Laziness and boredom are eating my veins. I have to tell myself, think of that rainbow. I have to force myself, think of happy thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-1636948865625962674?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/1636948865625962674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=1636948865625962674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1636948865625962674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1636948865625962674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-thougths.html' title='happy thougths'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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://bp1.blogger.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SI0ujDLqb1I/AAAAAAAAARg/nWhF6GnHvX0/s72-c/499335391_36c8df9e72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-1653837404544938909</id><published>2008-07-08T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:56:06.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you from Apes?</title><content type='html'>As I was doing my usual tasks on social bookmarking, a friend from Digg,  &lt;a href="http://www.resourcesforattorneys.com/evolutionandcreationismarticle.html"&gt;David Hallstrom&lt;/a&gt;, shouted to me his article and the title made me curious. So I read through it and something in it stirred some thoughts and it really made sense. Here's the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="titler"&gt;Why Can't The Theories of Evolution And Creationism Co-Exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am not a scientist or a religious authority, therefore my question "Why Can't The Theories of Evolution And Creationism Co-Exist?" may seem unintelligent, however it seems to me that the theories of evolution and creationism can be merged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It is my understanding that the theory of evolution basically holds that mankind evolved from a lower species over numerous generations through natural selection, gene flow, genetic drift and other selective forces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It is my understanding that the theory of creationism basically holds that mankind, the earth and everything else was created by a supreme being or god. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;When people say that "god created the heavens and the earth in six days and on the seventh he rested", who can say how long one of god's days is. Why are we so egotistical as to believe that his day is the same as ours. We don't know god (Most of us who believe in god do so because we want to not because we have proof.) but if there is a god why can't his, her or it's day be a thousand or a million or even several billion of our years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Chapter 2, verse 7 of the book of Geneses states "then the LORD God formed man of dust from the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being." It does not state how long this took or what form the being we call man originally took. God's image can be many things. We have no way of knowing. Additionally, although the bible is supposed to be the word of god, it was written by humans and therefore subject to human interpretation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;When we create something we start out with one thing and then add to it and alter it until we finish and with some creations, such as a garden, we never finish adding to and altering it. Who says that god could not have started with one cell and through evolution added to it and altered it until it became a human being. Who can say for sure that he, she or it is still not adding to and altering mankind. Who can say that god did not make us in such a way that we would continue to evolve without his, her or it's intervention. Who can say that the process is finished. Chapter 2 verse 1 of the book of Genesis states "Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them.". I have not found any place in the bible that states humans were finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It is said that "god created man in his own image". Since no one has ever seen god who can say what that image is. Who knows what humans will look like or how they will think in a thousand, ten thousand or one hundred thousand years. Maybe someday all humans will look and think exactly alike. Maybe someday all humans will merge into one being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If there is a being powerful enough to create us then that being would be so far above us that we could not possibly understand it's thought processes or how it created or is creating us. We can not know what is intended for us or how or if things will end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; No human knows or understands everything. No human can state beyond all doubt that there is or isn't a god. No human is infallible. Anything is possible, even the possibility that evolution and creationism are part of the same process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-1653837404544938909?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/1653837404544938909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=1653837404544938909' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1653837404544938909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1653837404544938909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-you-from-apes.html' title='Are you from Apes?'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-1274255419366017337</id><published>2008-07-02T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:18:14.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiriation from Blog Hopping</title><content type='html'>I was blog hopping yesterday when I came across &lt;a href="http://chaplaincarey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carey's blog&lt;/a&gt;. Carey is a 50 year old retired fire fighter/emt/peace officer. The title of his first post did not quite interest me but what caught my attention was this&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SGwkPCbUu-I/AAAAAAAAARY/ojvh-ErClDQ/s1600-h/ax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SGwkPCbUu-I/AAAAAAAAARY/ojvh-ErClDQ/s200/ax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218585908983675874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so I scrolled down and read the entry. At first I thought it was just "another blog" but after I've read the post I knew it was extraordinary. Carey was also a cancer survivor and is recently working as a volunteer chaplain helping crime victims and victims of disasters. I asked him if I could repost his entry and he willingly said yes, so read on and be inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cramming For Finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never one to attend to my studies as I should have while attending school. I had a tendency to procrastinate and ended up many times cramming for my exams. I would have been a better student and received better grades had I prepared myself well before my tests and assignments. I had far more potential than my grades indicated and had know one to blame but myself. I do not want to repeat this scenario in my Christian walk. I want to study to show myself approved and do my best in the Lord's service. I desire more than mediocrity and want to take advantage of the precious finite amount of time I have on this earth. Service to our Lord and Savior is the highest calling and we should have a keen desire to be the best we can be as His ambassadors. This Turning Point Ministry devotional addresses this well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time a particular young boy went to his playmate's house, he noticed his friend's grandmother studying her Bible. Finally one day he asked,"Why is your grandmother always reading that Bible?' His friend answered," I don't know, but I think she is cramming for her finals."&lt;br /&gt;In reality, that grandmother was doing exactly what we, as Christians, should all do: preparing for whatever task God had for her by studying His Word.&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, it is the journey rather than the destination that matters most in life; for it is the lessons learned, the trials endured, and the truths discovered that mold our character and prepare us for that destination. If we desire more than a mediocre life, we must prepare in more than a mediocre way. "Winging it" doesn't bring about the best results, so we would do well to use the time God has given us along the way to prepare for what's ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore you also be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect. Luke 12:40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had eight hours to chop down a tree, I'd spend six hours sharpening my ax. Abraham Lincoln&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/33326707-1274255419366017337?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/1274255419366017337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=1274255419366017337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1274255419366017337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1274255419366017337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/07/inspiriation-from-blog-hopping.html' title='Inspiriation from Blog Hopping'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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://bp2.blogger.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SGwkPCbUu-I/AAAAAAAAARY/ojvh-ErClDQ/s72-c/ax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-7616880530838101903</id><published>2008-06-10T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:23:31.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu Fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SE9YG_6TYII/AAAAAAAAARQ/AUj0bIev2Qg/s1600-h/kung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SE9YG_6TYII/AAAAAAAAARQ/AUj0bIev2Qg/s200/kung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210480171149385858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Everybody was kung-fu fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Those cats were fast as lightning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In fact it was a little bit frightning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But they fought with expert timing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Saturday we watched our most-awaited film ~~ Kung Fu Panda.&lt;br /&gt;We were already there at the theater 30 minutes before the movie starts, we were so excited, we bought lots of food which we didn't finished eating until the end of the movie. Everybody inside the theater really enjoyed because we can hear lots of laughs and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about a fat panda who aspires to be a kung fu warrior. By believing in his dream he became a respected kung fu warrior in his own special way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pandas and I always dream of having one ehehe so I was really fascinated by this film. The story was great and I learned a lot from it. "Belive in yourself, "it is special because you believe it is special, there are no secret ingredients," "there are no accidents" are just some of the inspiring lines from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie also featured voices of famous actors and actresses like Jack Black as Po (the panda), Dustin Hoffman as Shifu (the red panda), Angelina Jolie as Tigress, Jackie Chan as Monkey, Seth Rogen as Mantis, Lucy Liu as Viper and David Cross as Crane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also received positive feedback from critics and movie reviews so I'm sure this will be a hit!&lt;br /&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/33326707-7616880530838101903?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/7616880530838101903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=7616880530838101903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7616880530838101903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7616880530838101903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/06/kung-fu-fighting.html' title='Kung Fu Fighting'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/SE9YG_6TYII/AAAAAAAAARQ/AUj0bIev2Qg/s72-c/kung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-1258059068786163836</id><published>2008-05-07T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:32:45.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1gBLSJd7xc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1gBLSJd7xc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stubborn Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Caught again. Your faithless friend.&lt;br /&gt;Don't You ever tire of hearing&lt;br /&gt;What a fool I've been?&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should pray,&lt;br /&gt;But what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it hurts to know the hundred times&lt;br /&gt;I've caused You pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "forgive me" sounds so empty&lt;br /&gt;When I never change.&lt;br /&gt;Yet You stay and say, "I love you still,"&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving me time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;It's Your stubborn love&lt;br /&gt;That never lets go of me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how You can stay -&lt;br /&gt;Perfect love embracing the worst in me&lt;br /&gt;How I long for Your stubborn love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny me.&lt;br /&gt;Just couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Even long before I knew You,&lt;br /&gt;You were loving me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry -&lt;br /&gt;You must cry, too&lt;br /&gt;when You see the broken promises&lt;br /&gt;I've made to you.&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying that I'll trust You&lt;br /&gt;Though I seldom do.&lt;br /&gt;Yet You stay and say You love me still,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing some day I'll be like You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Your stubborn love&lt;br /&gt;That never lets go of me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how You can stay -&lt;br /&gt;Perfect love embracing the worst in me.&lt;br /&gt;And You never let me go -&lt;br /&gt;I believe I finally know&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without Your stubborn love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this song and watching the video I found on youtube nearly made me cry (at the office). I remember my sins and how God gave His Son to save me. I remembered how many times I've asked for forgiveness for my repeated sins, yet God showed me His unconditional love. I remembered the times I'm crying out and saying I'll change but I never did. I'm ashamed to look back on those broken promises..I tried to walk away..but God draws me near, embracing me and loving me still. It's true, God loved me stubbornly and I can't live without His stubborn love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-1258059068786163836?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/1258059068786163836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=1258059068786163836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1258059068786163836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1258059068786163836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/05/stubborn-love.html' title='Stubborn Love'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-8165540759025290605</id><published>2008-03-24T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:55:10.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Love is extravagant</title><content type='html'>I made this video on one true media..and I love the song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=55b092819d421336549514" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=55b092819d421336549514&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=55b092819d421336549514&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/55b092819d421336549514/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make video montages at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your love is extravagant&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship, it is intimate&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm moving to the rhythm of Your grace&lt;br /&gt;Your fragrance is intoxicating in the secret place&lt;br /&gt;Cause Your love is extravagant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Spread wide in the arms of Christ there's a love that covers sin&lt;br /&gt;No greater love have I ever known; You considered me a friend&lt;br /&gt;Capture my heart again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is extravagant&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship, it is intimate&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm moving to the rhythm of Your grace&lt;br /&gt;Your fragrance is intoxicating in the secret place&lt;br /&gt;Your love is extravagant&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/33326707-8165540759025290605?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/8165540759025290605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=8165540759025290605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8165540759025290605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8165540759025290605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/03/gods-love-is-extravagant.html' title='God&apos;s Love is extravagant'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-8867134366431083259</id><published>2008-02-21T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:11:57.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to JUMP to Bahamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R75JMtVdpII/AAAAAAAAARI/mJE0rSQNU7g/s1600-h/jumper_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R75JMtVdpII/AAAAAAAAARI/mJE0rSQNU7g/s200/jumper_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169649904944784514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPER - a recent science fiction film that I watched on Robinson's mall theater.&lt;br /&gt;      - directed by  Doug Liman, starred Hayden Christensen, Jamie Bell and Samuel L. Jackson&lt;br /&gt;      - its trailer I saw after I've already watched the movie&lt;br /&gt;- interesting plot&lt;br /&gt;      - expensive sci-fi movie&lt;br /&gt;      - many great places shown in the movie&lt;br /&gt;      - nice graphics&lt;br /&gt;      - received mostly negative reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this movie as a next attraction on movie theaters, I was so eager to watch it. I was curious and excited on the character's adventures. With its tag line, "Anywhere is possible," it has drawn people to the theaters. But critics gave backward reviews about the film.&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;span class="criticname"&gt;James Hannaham, "&lt;/span&gt;Jumper tells us that Americans fantasize about getting rich by stealing and going everywhere they want without restrictions; that they are materialistic, disrespect foreign antiquities, and remain blind to their own and to world history." Yes, I totally agree with his statement. I haven't learned any values from the movie. Each one of us has somehow dreamed to be a jumper, the movies gave us the idea that if we can go anywhere we want, we can have and be whatever we want. Samuel Jackson's character was supposed to be "the good" character for me, except that they brutally kill jumpers. Since jumpers steal and destroy, they must be eliminated and as what Jackson always say, "only God can have those powers." But in the end, the jumpers still won the battle and managed to dump Jackson some place he can't even picture out where.&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't help that the performances are bland (particularly those of Christensen and Bilson) and that what comes out of their mouths is uninspired,"&lt;span class="criticname"&gt; said Claudia Puig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="criticname"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from USA Today. I've also noticed that Christensen showed little emotions. He was not really that surprised or frightened when he teleported the first time. I never felt for the characters, I wasn't overwhelmed, I wasn't touched. Another critic from The Hollywood Reporter said that all the state-of-the-art visual effects in the world can't compensate for spotty plotting and bland characters that prevent an intriguing premise from going the distance. &lt;span class="criticname"&gt;Wesley Morris commented, "&lt;/span&gt;But what can you do with Hayden Christensen? He's as close as we have to an android actor. It's all a chore for him. He never looks sufficiently scared, impressed, or surprised by any of this."&lt;br /&gt;There are so many questions that haven't been answered on the film, like why do they have the ability to teleport around the world? Why is there a war between jumpers and paladins? What will now happen to Roland and to all other paladins? If they're planning to answer these questions on part 2 of Jumper, they better look into all the criticisms the movie got and make a better sci-fi movie next time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still enjoyed the movie though. I still somehow dreamed to jump from Iloilo to Bahamas haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-8867134366431083259?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/8867134366431083259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=8867134366431083259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8867134366431083259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8867134366431083259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-want-to-jump-to-bahamas.html' title='I want to JUMP to Bahamas'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R75JMtVdpII/AAAAAAAAARI/mJE0rSQNU7g/s72-c/jumper_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-2119533598876142453</id><published>2008-02-05T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:51:14.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The gift</title><content type='html'>Have you ever received a gift? Is it the most special gift you ever received? Here's a song about "a gift," a very special gift, an answer to a prayer, a gift you wouldn't want to loose, a gift you want to thank God for everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;winter snow is falling down&lt;br /&gt;children laughing all around&lt;br /&gt;lights are turning on&lt;br /&gt;like a fairy tale come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting by the fire we made&lt;br /&gt;you're the answer when i prayed&lt;br /&gt;i would find someone&lt;br /&gt;and baby i found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;all i want is to hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;all i need is you more every day&lt;br /&gt;you saved my heart&lt;br /&gt;from being broken apart&lt;br /&gt;you gave your love away&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thankful every day&lt;br /&gt;for the gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching as you softly sleep&lt;br /&gt;what i'd give if i could keep&lt;br /&gt;just this moment&lt;br /&gt;if only time stood still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the colors fade away&lt;br /&gt;and the years will make us grey&lt;br /&gt;but baby in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;you'll still be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is to hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;all i need is you more every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;you saved my heart&lt;br /&gt;from being broken apart&lt;br /&gt;you gave your love away&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thankful every day&lt;br /&gt;for the gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is to hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;all i need is you more every day&lt;br /&gt;you saved my heart&lt;br /&gt;from being broken apart&lt;br /&gt;you gave your love away&lt;br /&gt;i can't find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;that i'm thankful every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;for the gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R6lYltkG7kI/AAAAAAAAARA/wWo9Kffnty8/s1600-h/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R6lYltkG7kI/AAAAAAAAARA/wWo9Kffnty8/s320/heart.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163755852666433090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of your gifts!&lt;br /&gt;Happy heart's month :)&lt;br /&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/33326707-2119533598876142453?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/2119533598876142453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=2119533598876142453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/2119533598876142453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/2119533598876142453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/02/gift.html' title='The gift'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R6lYltkG7kI/AAAAAAAAARA/wWo9Kffnty8/s72-c/heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-3364059677721722400</id><published>2008-02-05T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T01:06:02.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A collection of Diecast models</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R6gmxNkG7jI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KuCxYRy9wJg/s1600-h/AA34704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R6gmxNkG7jI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KuCxYRy9wJg/s320/AA34704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163419599676829234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://fantasticflyers.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fantastic Flyers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#660099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is a website that offers diecast collectible aircrafts and vehicles. It has a wide range of products from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;from the leading manufacturers of diecast models.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It's models are from Corgi, Witty, Armour Collection  by Franlin Mint, IXO, Model Power, Postage stamp planes, Showcase collection, Forces of Valor, Hobby Masters, Highway 61, Yat Ming and many others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;They also have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;complete line of Space Voyagers Adventure sets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;from Space 1999, UFO, Stingray, Supercar and Rocket XL5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this interesting site and shop for your favorite collectibles.&lt;br /&gt;There are special products on sale this February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fantasticflyers.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:180%;color:#660099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/33326707-3364059677721722400?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/3364059677721722400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=3364059677721722400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3364059677721722400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3364059677721722400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/02/collection-of-diecast-models.html' title='A collection of Diecast models'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R6gmxNkG7jI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KuCxYRy9wJg/s72-c/AA34704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-7535917865842551636</id><published>2008-01-14T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T00:33:09.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R4xvkYQoSmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/YPIbtbI18Ks/s1600-h/i-am-legend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R4xvkYQoSmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/YPIbtbI18Ks/s200/i-am-legend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155618344210549346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is the year 2012. In the ruins of New York city.  Robert Neville, a scientist, is now the last human survivor in what is left of New York City and perhaps the world. 3 years ago, a cure for supposed to be cure for cancer was discovered but became a biochemical disease. For three years, Neville has faithfully sent out daily radio messages, desperate to find any other survivors who might be out there. But he is not alone. Together with his dog, Samantha, Neville's every move is watched by blood thirsty zombies, the victims of the plague -- The Infected -- who lurk in the shadows. Neville is driven by only one remaining mission: to find a way to reverse the effects of the virus using his own immune blood. But he knows he is outnumbered... and quickly running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of this movie is really very interesting. Really nice movie. I can't find the right words to describe it. It was terrifying, yet inspiring. Sad, yet victorious. Hopeless, yet full of faith.&lt;br /&gt;The story taught me to hope, to listen, to believe, to have faith, to persevere, to trust and to be determined.&lt;br /&gt;Great Movie. I recommend you watch it and prepare for a heart-pounding, yet heart-warming story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-7535917865842551636?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/7535917865842551636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=7535917865842551636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7535917865842551636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7535917865842551636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-legend.html' title='I am Legend'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R4xvkYQoSmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/YPIbtbI18Ks/s72-c/i-am-legend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-3386429983061088773</id><published>2008-01-10T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:19:30.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine Me Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As long as stars                      shine down from heaven&lt;br /&gt;                   And the rivers run into the sea&lt;br /&gt;                   Til the end of time forever&lt;br /&gt;                   You’re the only love I’ll need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In my life you’re                      all that matters&lt;br /&gt;                   In my eyes the only truth I see&lt;br /&gt;                   When my hopes and dreams have shattered&lt;br /&gt;                   You’re the one that’s there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I found you                      I was blessed&lt;br /&gt;                   And I will never leave you, I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;                   Imagine me without you&lt;br /&gt;                   I’d be lost and so confused&lt;br /&gt;                   I wouldn’t last a day, I’d be afraid&lt;br /&gt;                   Without you there to see me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Imagine me without                      you&lt;br /&gt;                   Lord, you know it’s just impossible&lt;br /&gt;                   Because of you, it’s all brand new&lt;br /&gt;                   My life is now worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;                   I can’t imagine me without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When you caught                      me I was falling&lt;br /&gt;                   You’re love lifted me back on my feet&lt;br /&gt;                   It was like you heard me calling&lt;br /&gt;And you rush to set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The song above is by Jaci Velasquez. I love the lyrics of the song because it tells us our dependence to God and that we are nothing without Him in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Lord, I can't imagine me without You&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be far from You&lt;br /&gt;always draw me near&lt;br /&gt;into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;Life won't be complete without You&lt;br /&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/33326707-3386429983061088773?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/3386429983061088773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=3386429983061088773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3386429983061088773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3386429983061088773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/01/imagine-me-without-you.html' title='Imagine Me Without You'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-6943753109676023119</id><published>2008-01-02T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:54:03.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>It's year 2008!!!  We had a blast! lots of food and fireworks wohoo!!!! I really enjoyed celebrating New Year's Eve with my family.&lt;br /&gt;We had our family devotion after lunch on the 31st because my brother is going back to the city.  He wasn't able to spend new year's eve with us because of his work. Anyway, I called him at 12 midnight so we could greet him a happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of fireworks and firecrackers from our neighbors too. Our table was also full,  my stomach was about to burst because I couldn't stop eating!!! bad bad me.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sister slept at around 2am already. We texted my mom's friend from a radio station so she could greet us on air!hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;My little brother woke me up at 9am to eat breakfast. It's year 2008, I was thinking what memorable things I could do to remember the first day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Well after breakfast, I washed the plates and took a bath because my mom's cousin and her husband just arrived. They were massage experts and they are blind. They are a blessed couple, though they are handicapped, God has given them special skills to inspire others. My aunt is even pregnant with their 2nd baby, so adorable. Oh how I long to have a whole-body massage. I went to the market to buy "pao de arco," but most stalls are closed. Good thing I found one drugstore open. My boyfriend fetched me at the drugstore, so I encouraged him to have a massage too. He was thankful that i insisted ;)&lt;br /&gt;The massage was perfect, I told my aunt that i'll visit her some time in their center. It was the best new year's gift ;)&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to my bf's house and ate lunch and a delicious chocolate cake! Then he had to pack his things because he still have work that night. After I accompanied him at the terminal, I went home to catch some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't touch water after the massage so our kitchen was quite messy until I woke up at 6pm to wash the dishes and clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;I had to sleep early that night because I had to work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;My new year was really great!&lt;br /&gt;Year 2007 is now behind us and we have to look forward for all the things God has prepared for us this 2008. Let's thank God always and praise Him for His love and grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-6943753109676023119?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/6943753109676023119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=6943753109676023119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6943753109676023119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6943753109676023119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-6281315637802090737</id><published>2007-11-26T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:50:13.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Friendship</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was browsing the Internet and searching for something that could cheer me  up and I came across with these two beautiful stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Information Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I was qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R0uB1zCf6QI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kCcvyHaSXMs/s1600-h/walltelephone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R0uB1zCf6QI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kCcvyHaSXMs/s400/walltelephone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137342561179920642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt; fascination &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;when my mother used to talk to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person - her name was Information Please and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anybody's number and the correct time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My first personal experience with this genie-in-the-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didn't seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway - The telephone! Quickly I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. Information Please I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A click or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt; two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I hurt my finger. . ." I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Nobody's home but me." I blubbered.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Are you bleeding?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Can you open your icebox?" she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After that I called Information Please for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math, and she told me my pet chipmunk I had caught in the park just the day before would eat fruits and nuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And there was the time that Petey, our pet canary died. I called Information Please and told her the sad story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. She listened, then said the usual things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was unconsoled. Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers, feet up on the bottom of a cage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Somehow I felt better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Another day I was on the telephone. "Information Please."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Information," said the now familiar voice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"How do you spell fix?" I asked.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All this took place in a small town in the pacific Northwest. Then when I was 9 years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. Information Please belonged in that old wooden box back home, and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the hall table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yet as I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me; often in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half an hour or so between plane, and I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Miraculously, I heard again the small, clear voice I knew so well, "Information." I hadn't planned this but I heard myself saying, "Could you tell me please how-to spell fix?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess that your finger must have healed by now."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I laughed, "So it's really still you, I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I wonder, she said, if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I told her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt; how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Please do, just ask for Sally."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just three months later I was back in Seattle. . .A different voice answered Information and I asked for Sally.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Are you a friend?" "Yes, a very old friend." "Then I'm sorry to have to tell you. Sally has been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." But before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Paul?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Yes."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down, Here it is I'll read it 'Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean'." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I thanked her and hung up. I did know what Sally meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;by:Roger Dean Kiser, Sr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy who was raised in an orphanage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The little boy had always wished that he could fly like a bird.  It was very difficult for him to understand why he could not fly.  There were birds at the zoo that were much bigger than he, and they could fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Why can't I?" he thought. "Is there something wrong with me?" he wondered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;There was another little boy who was crippled.  He had always wished that he could walk and run like other little boys and girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Why can't I be like them?" he thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;One day the little orphan boy who had wanted to fly like a bird ran away from the orphanage.  He came upon a park where he saw the little boy who could not walk or run playing in the sandbox. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R0uCBDCf6SI/AAAAAAAAAQo/JFq-KV0OKkE/s1600-h/crutches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R0uCBDCf6SI/AAAAAAAAAQo/JFq-KV0OKkE/s400/crutches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137342754453448994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;He ran over to the little boy and asked him if he had ever wanted to fly like a bird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"No," said the little boy who could not walk or run. "But I have wondered what it would be like to walk and run like other boys and girls." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"That is very sad." said the boy who wanted to fly. "Do you think we could be friends?" he said to the little boy in the sandbox. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Sure." said the little boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The two little boys played for hours.  They made sand castles and made really funny sounds with their mouths.  Sounds which made them laugh real hard.  Then the little boy's father came with a wheelchair to pick up his son. The little boy who had always wanted to fly ran over to the boy's father and whispered something into his ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"That would be OK," said the man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The little boy who had always wanted to fly like a bird ran over to his new friend and said, "You are my only friend and I wish that there was something that I could do to make you walk and run like other little boys and girls.  But I can't.  But there is something that I can do for you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The little orphan boy turned around and told his new friend to slide up onto his back.  He then began to run across the grass.  Faster and faster he ran, carrying the little crippled boy on his back.  Faster and harder he ran across the park.  Harder and harder he made his legs travel. Soon the wind just whistled across the two little boys' faces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The little boy's father began to cry as he watched his beautiful little crippled son flapping his arms up and down in the wind, all the while yelling at the top of his voice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"I'M FLYING, DADDY.  I'M FLYING!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are all special in the eyes of our Lord. He created us with a purpose. Let's be contented of what and who we are for even in our own little ways we can make this world a better place. Value your friends! Share your blessings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-6281315637802090737?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/6281315637802090737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=6281315637802090737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6281315637802090737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6281315637802090737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/11/special-kind-of-friendship.html' title='Special Friendship'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/R0uB1zCf6QI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kCcvyHaSXMs/s72-c/walltelephone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-6830096499651652003</id><published>2007-10-14T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T02:06:21.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I Told You Lately That I Love You</title><content type='html'>I love this song, the lyrics is very nice so enjoy and fell in love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RxMteGh4h-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/n8XV1UXxqqg/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RxMteGh4h-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/n8XV1UXxqqg/s400/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121487196422440930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I Told You Lately That I Love You&lt;br /&gt;by Rod Stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you lately that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you there's no one else above you&lt;br /&gt;You fill my heart with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Take away all my sadness&lt;br /&gt;Ease my troubles, that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the morning sun and all it's glory&lt;br /&gt;Greets the day with hope and comfort, too&lt;br /&gt;You fill my heart with laughter&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, you make it better&lt;br /&gt;Ease my troubles, that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a love that's divine&lt;br /&gt;And it's yours and it's mine&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;We should give thanks and pray&lt;br /&gt;To the one, to the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you lately that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you there's no one else above you&lt;br /&gt;You fill my heart with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Take away all my sadness&lt;br /&gt;Ease my troubles, that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a love that's divine&lt;br /&gt;And it's yours and it's mine&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;We should give thanks and pray&lt;br /&gt;To the one, to the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you lately that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you there's no one else above you&lt;br /&gt;You fill my heart with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Take away all my sadness&lt;br /&gt;Ease my troubles, that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take away my sadness, fill my life with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Ease my troubles, that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take away my sadness, fill my life with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Ease my troubles, that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**i'll upload a video next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-6830096499651652003?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/6830096499651652003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=6830096499651652003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6830096499651652003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6830096499651652003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/10/have-i-told-you-lately-that-i-love-you.html' title='Have I Told You Lately That I Love You'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RxMteGh4h-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/n8XV1UXxqqg/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-747691934843585457</id><published>2007-09-25T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:42:04.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it worth it?</title><content type='html'>I've been searching the internet for an hour (along with doing my task of course ;)) for a good story to post for my blog. I've read many inspirational stories but I don't think they're fitted for today's post. I keep on searching and I found this story from http://www.inspirationallane.com. It's simple and has a very nice message. It's not just about friends but it is about every decision we make in our lives. So read on and think about it.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;                        Horror gripped the heart of the World War 1 soldier as                          he saw his lifelong friend fall in battle. Caught in a                          trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head,                          the soldier asked his lieutenant if he might go out into                          the "no man's land" between the trenches to                          bring his fallen comrade back.                          &lt;p align="left"&gt;"You can go," said the lieutenant,                            "but i don't think it will be worth it. Your friend                            is probably dead and you may throw your life away."                            The lieutenant's advice didn't matter, and the soldier                            went anyway. Miraculously he managed to reach his friend,                            hoist him onto his shoulder and bring him back to their                            company's trench. As the two of them tumbled in together                            to the bottom of the trench, the officer checked the                            wounded soldier, and then looked kindly at his friend.                          &lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p align="left"&gt;"I told you it wouldn't be worth it,"                          he said. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally                          wounded." "It was worth it, though, sir,"                          said the soldier. "What do you mean; worth it?"                          responded the Lieutenant. "Your friend is dead"                          "YES, Sir" the private answered. "But it                          was worth it because when i got to him, he was still alive                          and i had the satisfaction of hearing him say, "JIM........,                          I KNEW YOU'D COME." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Think of it..and reflect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in life, whether a thing is worth                          doing or not, really depends on how u look at it. Take                          up all your courage and do something your heart tells                          you to do so that you may not regret not doing it later                          in your life.."May each and every one of you be blessed                          with the company of TRUE FRIENDS." "A true friend                          is one who walks in, when the rest of the world walks                          out." War doesn't determine who's right. War only                          determines who's left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you all be blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-747691934843585457?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/747691934843585457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=747691934843585457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/747691934843585457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/747691934843585457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-it-worth-it.html' title='Is it worth it?'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-4344461087335994643</id><published>2007-09-25T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:09:58.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping in touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RvjQJERZoZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qCbVH5ozj-s/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RvjQJERZoZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qCbVH5ozj-s/s400/friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114066231063323026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I was quite bored with my tasks ;) so I went blog hopping. I love reading blogs but I seldom leave a comment. Today I learned that every comment on blog posts ads color to a blogger's day. So I browsed some of my favorite blogs and leave a few words just to let them know I dropped by and I love their posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this simple act is not only applicable in blogs or friendster comments but it goes much deeper into relationships. It is keeping in touch with your friends and loved ones. Yes, they know we're here, they know we exist but there's nothing better than always telling your friends you appreciate them or letting them know you always care through text messages, emails, comments, a call or even a letter. These simple ways makes friendship and relationships stronger.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RvjQUkRZobI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SixYsHVC1mE/s1600-h/hh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RvjQUkRZobI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SixYsHVC1mE/s400/hh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114066428631818674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends, thank you! You've made me who I am today and I will always treasure every moment that we've spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-4344461087335994643?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/4344461087335994643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=4344461087335994643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/4344461087335994643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/4344461087335994643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/09/keeping-in-touch.html' title='keeping in touch'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RvjQJERZoZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qCbVH5ozj-s/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-2879855955056214434</id><published>2007-09-13T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T18:44:03.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A precious element</title><content type='html'>To all women in the world take a look at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Runmh2zhQAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vdpQV0CfDsI/s1600-h/330402829_2a6b31cc8f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Runmh2zhQAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vdpQV0CfDsI/s400/330402829_2a6b31cc8f_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109868721550213122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this post from a http://www.darkroastedblend.com/, the site is really great. Click on the picture to enlarge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-2879855955056214434?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/2879855955056214434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=2879855955056214434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/2879855955056214434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/2879855955056214434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/09/precious-element.html' title='A precious element'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Runmh2zhQAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vdpQV0CfDsI/s72-c/330402829_2a6b31cc8f_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-1940203441770801079</id><published>2007-08-29T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:19:41.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My cute inaanak (godson)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3bd52eae36c908d5" 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://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3bd52eae36c908d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330348161%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B77F7BBBB3B89EB1D494608A53E72CDAE3BD082.2B0208812A91E8E04655DA5D6683B6928D3C11DD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3bd52eae36c908d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSH-j-PNwVm5t6GUf_ssHDo6S-zo&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://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3bd52eae36c908d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330348161%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B77F7BBBB3B89EB1D494608A53E72CDAE3BD082.2B0208812A91E8E04655DA5D6683B6928D3C11DD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3bd52eae36c908d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSH-j-PNwVm5t6GUf_ssHDo6S-zo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is KM, he's very adorable and talkative. He is 1 year and 8 months old.&lt;br /&gt;In the video he's holding a cellphone and is giving it to me when he accidentally dropped it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-1940203441770801079?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3bd52eae36c908d5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/1940203441770801079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=1940203441770801079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1940203441770801079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1940203441770801079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-cute-inaanak-godson.html' title='My cute inaanak (godson)'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-4476297075828806198</id><published>2007-08-12T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T01:07:26.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged: 8 Random Facts</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Junelle to give 8 facts about me. Well, I have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules: &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You share 8 things that your readers don’t know about you then at the end, tag 8 other bloggers to keep the fun going. Each blogger must post these rules first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the end of the post, a blogger needs to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;8 Random Facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. The hardest question I have to answer is when I'm asked to tell me about myself. It's best to ask people around me or my friends, they know me better than I know myself ;) So this'll be tough!&lt;br /&gt;2. I have no night life (like junelle :D)&lt;br /&gt;3. saturdays and sundays are family and church time. You can always find me at church during saturday afternoon and sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;4. I went to movie theaters once every 3 years!haha kidding..but i really go to movie theaters very seldom.&lt;br /&gt;5. For 9 years of my stay here in the city..i only failed to go home for 5 weekends.&lt;br /&gt;6. The first time I rode a roller coaster, I cried (that's probably 11 years ago). My younger brother and sister were mad at me because they loved it! But they can't, they're big sister was afraid hahaha :D Now I love riding roller coasters!!&lt;br /&gt;7. I love making myself cry (this is  weird!!!I find it weird, really)&lt;br /&gt;8. I once can't sleep without lights. Until i was 13, we used to keep a gas lamp in our room. I'm scared when its totally dark, I feel like drowning or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finished it, but to tell you, it got me 6 hours to finish this post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-4476297075828806198?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/4476297075828806198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=4476297075828806198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/4476297075828806198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/4476297075828806198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/08/tagged-8-random-facts.html' title='Tagged: 8 Random Facts'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-6485110579710583882</id><published>2007-08-06T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:15:07.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Early today, when I arrived at the office, I opened my email and found this message from a friend. At first I thought it was j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;ust another chain letter but when I read through it I was amazed not only by the story itself but by how Jesus can work in really mysterious ways just to let the peop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;le know that He really loves us.&lt;br /&gt;Read on..and be blessed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Muslim man in Egypt killed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RrfHf0odAaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yxGSzd9AXtU/s1600-h/Jesus-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RrfHf0odAaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yxGSzd9AXtU/s200/Jesus-child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095760852911194530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;his wife and then buried her with their infant baby and 8-year old daughter. The girls were buried  alive! He then reported to the police that an uncle killed the kids. 15 days later, another family member died. When they went to bury him, they found the 2 little girls under the sand - ALIVE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country is outraged over the incident, and the man will be executed. The older girl was asked how she had survived. "A man wearing shiny white clothes, with bleeding wounds in his hands, came every day to feed us. He woke up my mom so she could nurse my sister," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was interviewed on Egyptian national TV, by a veiled Muslim woman news anchor. She said on public TV, "This was none other than Jesus, because nobody else does things like this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslims believe Isa (Jesus) would do this, but the wounds mean He really was crucified, and it's clear also that He is alive! But, it's also clear that the child could not make up a story like this, and there is no way these children could have survived without a true miracle. Muslim leaders are going to have a hard time to figure out what to do with this, and the popularity of the Passion movie &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;doesn&amp;#39;t help! With Egyptat the center of the media and education in the Middle East , you can be sure this story will spread. Christ is still turning the world upside down! Please let this story be shared here too.\n\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;The Lord says, &amp;quot;I will bless the person who puts his trust in me.&amp;quot; (Jeremiah 17:7)\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Please spread the news. God bless you all. \u003c/span\&gt;\u003cbr clear\u003d\"all\"\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\n\u003cfont style\u003d\"font-family:arial,sans-serif\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cspan\&gt;\n\u003cdiv\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.jimitron.net\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;\u003c/a\&gt; \u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003cbr clear\u003d\"all\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;-- \u003cbr\&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","\u003cspan class\u003dsg\&gt;Ryan Villanueva\n\u003c/span\&gt;",0] ); D(["ce"]);  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't help! With Egypt at the center of the media and education in the Middle East , you can be sure this story will spread. Christ is still turning the world upside down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord says, "I will bless the person who puts his trust in me." (Jeremiah 17:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please spread the news. God bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have doubts? Try visiting these following sites and be amazed by more miracles!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.backtojerusalem.com/News%20from%20the%20Front%20Lines/Egypt.htm" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt; http://www.backtojerusalem.com&lt;wbr&gt;/News%20from%20the%20Front&lt;wbr&gt;%20Lines/Egypt.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibleprobe.com/miracles.htm" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;  http://bibleprobe.com/miracles&lt;wbr&gt;.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iba4jesus.tripod.com/jesus_in_egypt.html" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;http://iba4jesus.tripod.com&lt;wbr&gt;/jesus_in_egypt.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003c/a\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.choicesforliving.com/spirit/angels/angels-1.htm\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;\n\n\n\u003cfont color\u003d\"#800080\"\&gt;http://www.choicesforliving\u003cWBR\&gt;.com/spirit/angels/angels-1.htm\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/a\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003ca href\u003d\"http://bibleprobe.com/forum/forum_entry.php?id\u003d4088\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;\nhttp://bibleprobe.com/forum\u003cWBR\&gt;/forum_entry.php?id\u003d4088\u003c/a\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt;background:white none repeat scroll 0% 50%;font-family:arial,sans-serif\"\&gt;\n\n\u003cfont size\u003d\"2\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin:0in 0in 0pt;background:white none repeat scroll 0% 50%;font-family:arial,sans-serif\"\&gt;\n\n\u003cfont size\u003d\"2\"\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"font-family:arial,sans-serif\"\&gt;\u003cfont size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt\"\&gt;SPONSORED LINKS\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;A Muslim man in \nEgypt killed his wife and then buried her with their infant baby and 8-year old daughter. The girls were buried  alive! He then reported to the police that an uncle killed the kids. 15 days later, another family member died. When they went to bury him, they found the 2 little girls under the sand - ALIVE !\n\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;The country is outraged over the incident, and the man will be executed. The older girl was asked how she had survived. &amp;quot;A man wearing shiny white clothes, with bleeding wounds in his hands, came every day to feed us. He woke up my mom so she could nurse my sister,&amp;quot; she said.\n\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;She was interviewed on Egyptian national TV, by a veiled Muslim woman news anchor. She said on public TV, &amp;quot;This was none other than Jesus, because nobody else does things like this!&amp;quot;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Muslims believe Isa (Jesus) would do this, but the wounds mean He really was crucified, and it&amp;#39;s clear also that He is alive! But, it&amp;#39;s also clear that the child could not make up a story like this, and there is no way these children could have survived without a true miracle. Muslim leaders are going to have a hard time to figure out what to do with this, and the popularity of the Passion movie\n",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.choicesforliving.com/spirit/angels/angels-1.htm" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;http://www.choicesforliving&lt;wbr&gt;.com/spirit/angels/angels-1.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibleprobe.com/forum/forum_entry.php?id=4088" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt; http://bibleprobe.com/forum&lt;wbr&gt;/forum_entry.php?id=4088&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/33326707-6485110579710583882?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/6485110579710583882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=6485110579710583882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6485110579710583882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6485110579710583882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/08/miracle.html' title='A Miracle'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RrfHf0odAaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yxGSzd9AXtU/s72-c/Jesus-child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-8987183040221036422</id><published>2007-07-19T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:04:32.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is man good or evil?</title><content type='html'>I first encountered this question when I was in high school. We were asked to write an essay answering the question, "Is man good or evil?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I answered this, I was sure and convinced that man by nature is good since we were created from the image and likeness of God. I always believed in that until my brother wrote this essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;   Man by nature is evil. Nature is defined as inherent tendencies of a person or in other words "instinct." Instincts are acts where thinking or reasoning is excluded. This is sometimes referred to as "gut feeling" or for women it's "women's intuition." In example, if someone throws a stone at you, "instinctively" what will you do? Without thinking, we would respond to this in the same manner and would throw back a stone. Other examples are; when we were born, they say that our clenched fist symbolizes our greediness, any person abused or hurt would result to violence, revenge and hate. Our nature or flesh (as in the bible), which is evil will never get along with the spirit, which is good. Gal. 5:16-17 says, "But I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh. &lt;span id="en-ESV-29163" class="sup"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;For&lt;sup&gt;(&lt;/sup&gt; the desires of the flesh are against the Spirit, and the desires of the Spirit are against the flesh, for these are opposed to each other, to keep you from doing the things you want to do."&lt;br /&gt;  I say man in nature is evil because the bible says in gal. 5:19, "&lt;span id="en-ESV-29165" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You know what comes from the flesh: sexual immorality, impurity, sensuality... jealousy, fits of anger, rivalries, dissensions, divisions, &lt;span id="en-ESV-29167" class="sup"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;envy, drunkenness, etc." The word "comes" from the flesh tells us that the things are inherent to the flesh, while on the spirit they are referred to as fruits, which means something that takes time, effort and is a result. One saying often heard is "there is always a good in every man," which explains that human is full of evil but the spirit convicts us to do good.&lt;br /&gt;  If man by nature is good, what comes into our mind when we see our enemy? What comes out of our mouths when we are angry or insulted? What do we do when we hate someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man is evil. Man is sinful and only God is good, citing the words of Jesus in Mark 10:18, &lt;span id="en-NIV-24601" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Why do you call me good?" Jesus answered. "No one is good—except God alone." That's why we need a savior to save us from the evil we are in, and we need to follow Him to be like Him; perfect and holy. Lastly, I'll quote Romans 3:10, "As it is written: There is no one righteous, not even one."&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-8987183040221036422?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/8987183040221036422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=8987183040221036422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8987183040221036422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8987183040221036422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-man-good-or-evil_19.html' title='Is man good or evil?'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-8694106820964994592</id><published>2007-07-19T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:25:07.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is man good or evil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-8694106820964994592?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/8694106820964994592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=8694106820964994592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8694106820964994592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8694106820964994592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-man-good-or-evil.html' title='Is man good or evil?'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-1360320140352990152</id><published>2007-07-09T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:44:38.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies..movies..and great movies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RpLlZoUYuwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LUj8B3bY8M4/s1600-h/poster_transformers_new2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RpLlZoUYuwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LUj8B3bY8M4/s200/poster_transformers_new2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085379157737126658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a movie goer. I thought that seeing a movie at the theater is just a waste of money. I can rent a vcd/dvd and watch it at home and spending only have the price or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last week I was persuaded to watch Transformers, after 3 long years I get to enter the movie theater again!!! At first I was hesitant to watch the movie because I thought It's like the cartoon episodes I saw on tv. But when I saw the trailer on HBO, I had a second thought. Maybe I should give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RpLlqoUYuxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ohMcbjLuJLU/s1600-h/bumblebee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RpLlqoUYuxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ohMcbjLuJLU/s200/bumblebee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085379449794902802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour and a half, I insisted to watch it again. It was fantastic! I just want to watch it again and again. The story is really nice with a combination of comedy and action.&lt;br /&gt;There were no dull moments, you just want to hear and see every part of it. I also love the robots, they were so real, and I wished I had one, lol!&lt;br /&gt;My money was worth it, really. I kept on convincing my friends to watch it because it's really the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RpLq_YUYuzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wnrSe3Qw-w0/s1600-h/200px-FanFour2_newposter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RpLq_YUYuzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wnrSe3Qw-w0/s320/200px-FanFour2_newposter.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085385303835327282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my hangover with transformers was washed out, last sunday, I watched Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer. It was also great! I loved the first movie and I was sure I'm going to love this. The plot is nice with Reed and Sue's Wedding and the attack of the silver surfer. It's also full of suspense, though I quite know that Victor Doom was behind the surfer (lol!), like I thought Sue would really die and there's no more part 3 hahaha :D I also love the character of the silver surfer, he's mysterious but with a kind heart(awww).&lt;br /&gt;Two great movies in a week!!! That was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;I love nice movies like these. I hope we could have more of these kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-1360320140352990152?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/1360320140352990152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=1360320140352990152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1360320140352990152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1360320140352990152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/07/moviesmoviesand-great-movies.html' title='Movies..movies..and great movies!'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RpLlZoUYuwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LUj8B3bY8M4/s72-c/poster_transformers_new2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-7931622009366712237</id><published>2007-06-12T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:36:02.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-Oum2_3LI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0zG5PFZw4UE/s1600-h/daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-Oum2_3LI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0zG5PFZw4UE/s400/daddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075432236426190002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 17 the whole world will celebrate father's day and I wonder if children have already figured out what they'll give their daddies. I looked for the top ten gifts for dads, so take a look which of these you'd love your dad to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personalized Gifts:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mug with your dad's name&lt;br /&gt;2. a cool statement shirt&lt;br /&gt;3. picture frame (with your photo and your dad or a family picture)&lt;br /&gt;4. a nice poem or letter&lt;br /&gt;5. a sumptuous dinner (which you prepared)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-N2G2_3II/AAAAAAAAAFo/HwGJU-Dz0lA/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-N2G2_3II/AAAAAAAAAFo/HwGJU-Dz0lA/s320/dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075431265763581058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-N-22_3JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-9QhM4XeTE4/s1600-h/poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-N-22_3JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-9QhM4XeTE4/s320/poem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075431416087436434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Sporty Dads:&lt;br /&gt;1. sports cap&lt;br /&gt;2. sports event ticket (ticket on a basketball game)&lt;br /&gt;3. rubber shoes&lt;br /&gt;4. sports gear&lt;br /&gt;5. jacket/shorts/socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-NO22_3GI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0YfkntBc200/s1600-h/shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-NO22_3GI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0YfkntBc200/s320/shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075430591453715554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-NlW2_3HI/AAAAAAAAAFg/86qTZza7hDo/s1600-h/1_watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-NlW2_3HI/AAAAAAAAAFg/86qTZza7hDo/s200/1_watch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075430978000772210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others:&lt;br /&gt;1. watch&lt;br /&gt;2. a facial treat&lt;br /&gt;3. a book&lt;br /&gt;4. swiss knife&lt;br /&gt;5. a bottle of his favorite wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-Mgm2_3DI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZRokiSShwac/s1600-h/9_swiss_army_knife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-Mgm2_3DI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZRokiSShwac/s320/9_swiss_army_knife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075429796884765746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-M0G2_3EI/AAAAAAAAAFI/CcDptBPWEVY/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-M0G2_3EI/AAAAAAAAAFI/CcDptBPWEVY/s320/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075430131892214850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-NDG2_3FI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GkHI4ziMyzI/s1600-h/facial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-NDG2_3FI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GkHI4ziMyzI/s320/facial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075430389590252626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give your dad a treat on this special day! Though we only celebrate this day once a year, let's make this memorable and unforgettable. But thanking your fathers doesn't limit you to 24 hours, we have so much time everyday to make them feel special and to let them know how much we love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-OZm2_3KI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fSKsvqeUnck/s1600-h/best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-OZm2_3KI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fSKsvqeUnck/s400/best.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075431875648937122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-7931622009366712237?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/7931622009366712237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=7931622009366712237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7931622009366712237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7931622009366712237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rm-Oum2_3LI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0zG5PFZw4UE/s72-c/daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-3137826738876582234</id><published>2007-05-31T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:00:38.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rl-ZxKWnY8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/N_7THfWDrTQ/s1600-h/4088265217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rl-ZxKWnY8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/N_7THfWDrTQ/s320/4088265217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070940775314318274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a song from Jaci Velasquez that has really catched my attention. It speaks of a promise from a girl to be pure and patiently wait for the right person that God has prepared for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you know my heart&lt;br /&gt;And all my desires&lt;br /&gt;And the secret things I’ll never tell&lt;br /&gt;Lord you know them well&lt;br /&gt;Though I may be young,&lt;br /&gt;I see and understand&lt;br /&gt;That at times like sheep&lt;br /&gt;We go astray and things get out of hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So I promise to be true to you&lt;br /&gt;To live my life in purity&lt;br /&gt;As unto you&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day&lt;br /&gt;When I hear you say&lt;br /&gt;Here is the one I have created just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then O lord&lt;br /&gt;I will be content&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that true love&lt;br /&gt;Will come some day&lt;br /&gt;And will only come from you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have seen the suffering that loneliness can cause&lt;br /&gt;When we choose to give our love away&lt;br /&gt;With out a righteous cause&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-3137826738876582234?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/3137826738876582234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=3137826738876582234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3137826738876582234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3137826738876582234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-promise.html' title='I Promise'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rl-ZxKWnY8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/N_7THfWDrTQ/s72-c/4088265217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-1062354555999060655</id><published>2007-05-14T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:49:25.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Mother?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rkkts-CzkCI/AAAAAAAAADg/8Fx3suOSics/s1600-h/mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rkkts-CzkCI/AAAAAAAAADg/8Fx3suOSics/s400/mother.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064629506547093538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;A Mother has so many things to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; From washing, ironing, cleaning to tying a shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; She scrubs, she mends, she cooks and sews,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; She bathes the children and washes their clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; When they forget to wash their faces clean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; And their clothes are the muddiest you've ever seen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; Who repairs the clothes and scrubs them like new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; Of course, that is what a Mother will do.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;Who becomes the doctor or the nurse when they are ill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; Applying a bandage or giving them a pill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; Who becomes a teacher when a child has homework?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; She must never her duty shirk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; Who becomes a detective to find a toy or a book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; For missing things she must look and look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; Who becomes a listner to every heartache,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; To every accompolishment that a child makes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; Who scolds their children when they are naughty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; Or remind them of God when they are to haughty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; Who tends her family with love and patience, too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; Of course that is what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt; a Mother will do.&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/33326707-1062354555999060655?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/1062354555999060655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=1062354555999060655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1062354555999060655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1062354555999060655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-is-mother.html' title='What is a Mother?'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/Rkkts-CzkCI/AAAAAAAAADg/8Fx3suOSics/s72-c/mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-6056459560815674322</id><published>2007-05-06T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:21:45.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://alumni.nd.edu/reunion/images/children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://alumni.nd.edu/reunion/images/children.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A fifth grade teacher asked her class to look at TV commercials and see             if they could use them in some way to communicate ideas about God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;          Here are some of the results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;          GOD is like BAYER ASPIRIN - He works miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;          GOD is like a FORD - He's got a better idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;          GOD is like COKE - He's the real thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;          GOD is like HALLMARK CARDS - He cares enough to send the very best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;          GOD is like TIDE - He gets the stains out that others leave behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;          GOD is like DUPONT - He has a better idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;          GOD is like GENERAL ELECTRIC - He brings good things to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;          GOD is like SEARS - He has everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;          GOD is like ALKA-SELTZER - Try Him, you'll like Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;          GOD is like SCOTCH TAPE - You can't see Him, but you know He's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;          GOD is like DELTA - He's ready when you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;          GOD is like ALLSTATE - You're in good hands with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;          GOD is like VO-5 HAIR SPRAY - He holds through all kinds of weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;          GOD is like DIAL SOAP - Aren't you glad you have Him. Don't you wish every body did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-6056459560815674322?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/6056459560815674322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=6056459560815674322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6056459560815674322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6056459560815674322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/05/god-is-like.html' title='God is like...'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-7788377382754121998</id><published>2007-04-29T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:15:35.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another cute photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RjVdruCzj2I/AAAAAAAAACE/m2DQ3fOwd58/s1600-h/praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RjVdruCzj2I/AAAAAAAAACE/m2DQ3fOwd58/s200/praying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059052762096176994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mmm...really cute..&lt;br /&gt;this is another photo I got from an email.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will grasp the true meaning of these pictures, they may be kids but I believe this has a message for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colossians 4:2&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-29529" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:17&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;/strong&gt;pray continually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-7788377382754121998?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/7788377382754121998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=7788377382754121998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7788377382754121998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7788377382754121998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-cute-photo.html' title='another cute photo'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RjVdruCzj2I/AAAAAAAAACE/m2DQ3fOwd58/s72-c/praying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-864138089085174368</id><published>2007-04-25T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:56:34.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>check this out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RjAi7OCzj1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/T98ngG8anXE/s1600-h/evdo+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RjAi7OCzj1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/T98ngG8anXE/s320/evdo+card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057580782314557266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys check out this lens on squidoo &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/evdomanuals"&gt;http://www.squidoo.com/evdomanuals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about evdo cards and other data connection devices!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-864138089085174368?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/864138089085174368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=864138089085174368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/864138089085174368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/864138089085174368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/04/check-this-out.html' title='check this out!'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RjAi7OCzj1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/T98ngG8anXE/s72-c/evdo+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-4128142326294239634</id><published>2007-04-18T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:50:42.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw..Amen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RicRElzN63I/AAAAAAAAABg/6YuC-egz1Zs/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RicRElzN63I/AAAAAAAAABg/6YuC-egz1Zs/s320/download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055027877310753650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just so adorable! I got this from an email sent by my aunt..This is just too good not to post it here..&lt;br /&gt;...even dogs know how to pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-4128142326294239634?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/4128142326294239634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=4128142326294239634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/4128142326294239634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/4128142326294239634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/04/awamen.html' title='Aw..Amen.'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RicRElzN63I/AAAAAAAAABg/6YuC-egz1Zs/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-3407786455954073914</id><published>2007-03-05T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T17:59:14.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Eve's are for..</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered why God still needs to create eve? well, here are some things to satisfy your curiosity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#414141;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.funpages.com/eve/evetits.gif" border="0" height="123" width="472" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.funpages.com/eve/adam_eve_garden_grab_it_md_clr%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" height="155" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; God was worried that Adam would frequently                   become lost in the garden because he would not ask for directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;                   God knew that one day Adam would require                   someone to locate and hand him the remote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.funpages.com/eve/adam_eve_my_hero_md_clr%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" height="140" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;                   God knew Adam would never go out and buy                   himself a new fig leaf when his wore out and would therefore need Eve to buy one for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;                   God knew Adam would never be able to make a doctor's dentist's or haircut appointment by himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;                   God knew Adam would never remember which night                   to put the garbage on the curb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.funpages.com/eve/serpent_on_apple_branch_md_clr%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" height="100" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;                   God knew if the world was to be populated, men                   would never be able to handle the pain and discomfort of childbearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;                   As the Keeper of the Garden, Adam would never                   remember where he left his tools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.funpages.com/eve/adam_looking_bashful_md_clr%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" height="140" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;                   Apparently, Adam needed someone to blame his                   troubles on when God caught him hiding in the garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;                   As the Bible says, "It is not good for man to be                   alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;And finally, the                   #1 reason why                   God created Eve.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;                   When God finished the creation of Adam, He stepped back, scratched his head, and said, "I can                   do better than that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;                   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;                   &lt;img src="http://www.funpages.com/eve/eve_i_am_woman_md_clr%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" height="140" width="90" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-3407786455954073914?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/3407786455954073914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=3407786455954073914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3407786455954073914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3407786455954073914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-eves-are-for.html' title='What Eve&apos;s are for..'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-8662936558316828491</id><published>2007-02-13T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T18:41:02.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Heart's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a3.yimg.com/image/2652266220"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 207px;" src="http://mud.mm-a3.yimg.com/image/2652266220" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;A day for lovers, couples, sweethearts and even friends..&lt;br /&gt;but for me, it reminds me of the greatest love the world has ever known..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”- &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=31&amp;amp;search=John%203:16" title="John 3:16"&gt;John 3:16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once asked to define love..and to my surprise, I can't find a definite description for love..one of my friend gave an answer that made me smile and thanked God..&lt;br /&gt;                                      "LOVE is best described on the cross"&lt;br /&gt;--yes, it's the greatest expression of love..sacrificing your life for others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..we could not give the exact definition of love in one sentence, coz love is very mysterious that it can only be explained by the heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i hope that today people will realize that love is more than just hugs and kisses..&lt;br /&gt;--let us give each other unconditional love, a love patterned from Jesus Christ--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy and blessed Heart's Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-8662936558316828491?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/8662936558316828491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=8662936558316828491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8662936558316828491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8662936558316828491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-hearts-day.html' title='Happy Heart&apos;s day!'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-3031836532636933135</id><published>2007-02-05T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:06:01.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KIDS IN CHURCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 75px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s200/kids.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028235221433372786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;wbr&gt;~~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;3-year-old Reese: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Our  Father, Who does art in heaven,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Harold is His name.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Amen."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;wbr&gt;~~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A little boy was overheard praying: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Lord, if you can't make me a  better boy, don't worry about it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm having a real good time like I am."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;wbr&gt;~~~~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;After the christening of his baby brother in  church,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Jason  sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;His father asked him three times  what was wrong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Finally, the boy replied,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"That preacher said he wanted us brought up in a  Christian home,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;and I wanted to stay with you guys."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I had been teaching my three-year old daughter,  Caitlin,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;the  Lord's Prayer for several evenings at bedtime.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;She would repeat after me the lines  from the prayer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Finally, she decided to go solo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I listened with pride as she  carefully enunciated each word,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;right up to the end of the prayer:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Lead us not into temptation," she  prayed,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"but  deliver us from E-mail.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;One  particular four-year-old prayed,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"And forgive us our trash baskets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;as we forgive those who put trash  in our baskets."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;wbr&gt;~~~~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;b&gt;A Sunday school teacher asked her children as  they&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;were on  the way to church service,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;"And why  is it necessary to be quiet in church?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;One bright little girl  replied,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Because people are sleeping."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;wbr&gt;~~~~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Six-year-old Angie and her four-year-old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;brother, Joel, were  sitting together in church.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Joel giggled, sang, and talked out loud.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Finally, his big sister  had had enough.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;"You're not  supposed to talk out loud in church."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Why? Who's going to stop me?" Joel asked.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Angie pointed to the back  of the church and said,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"See those two men standing by the door?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;They're hushers." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A mother was preparing pancakes for her sons,Kevin 5,  and Ryan 3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The boys began to argue over who would get the first  pancake.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Their  mother saw the opportunity for a moral lesson.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"If Jesus were sitting here, He  would say,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;'Let my brother have the first pancake, I can wait.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Kevin turned to his  younger brother and said,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ryan, you be Jesus!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;wbr&gt;~~~~~~ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A father was at the beach with his children&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;when the four-year-old  son ran up to him,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;where a seagull lay dead in the  sand.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Daddy,  what happened to him?" the son asked.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"He died and went to Heaven," the Dad  replied.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The  boy thought a moment and then said,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Did God throw him back down?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;wbr&gt;~~~~ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A wife invited some people to dinner.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;At the table, she turned  to their six-year-old daughter and said,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Would you like to say the  blessing?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"I  wouldn't know what to say," the girl replied.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Just say what you hear Mommy say,"  the wife answered.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The daughter bowed her head and said,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Lord, why on earth did I invite  all these people to dinner?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;wbr&gt;~~~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-3031836532636933135?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/3031836532636933135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=3031836532636933135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3031836532636933135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3031836532636933135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/02/kids-in-church-3-year-old-reese-our.html' title='KIDS IN CHURCH'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RcfhSwyk0HI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MZuo-8wzUO0/s72-c/kids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-6176220254205836403</id><published>2007-01-24T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T00:52:19.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RbccYi-Jj-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-3R2C0kOdI8/s1600-h/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RbccYi-Jj-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-3R2C0kOdI8/s200/sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023515117384994786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;This was written by an 8 year old from                        Chula Vista, CA, for his third grade homework assignment,                        which was to explain God. &lt;/span&gt;                       &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Explain God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of God's main jobs is making people.                          He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will                          be enough people to take care of things on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He doesn't make grown-ups, just babies.                          I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That                          way He doesn't have to take up His valuable time teaching                          them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers                          and fathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God's second most important job is listening                          to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people,                          like preachers and things, pray at times beside bedtime.                          God doesn't have time to listen to the radio or TV because                          of this. Because He hears everything, there must be a                          terrible lot of noise in His ears, unless He has thought                          of a way to turn it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God sees everything and hears everything                          and is everywhere, which keeps Him pretty busy. So you                          shouldn't go wasting His time by going over your mom and                          dad's head asking for something they said you couldn't                          have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Atheists are people who don't believe                          in God. I don't think there are any in Chula Vista. At                          least there aren't any who come to our church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jesus is God's Son. He used to do all                          the hard work like walking on water and performing miracles                          and trying to teach the people who didn't want to learn                          about God. They finally got tired of Him preaching to                          them and they crucified Him. But He was good and kind,                          like His Father and He told His Father that they didn't                          know what they were doing and to forgive them and God                          said O.K. His Dad (God) appreciated everything that He                          had done and all His hard work on earth so He told Him                          He didn't have to go out on the road anymore. He could                          stay in heaven. So He did. And now He helps His Dad out                          by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important                          for God to take care of and which ones He can take care                          of Himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary,                          only more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can pray anytime you want and they                          are sure to help you because they got it worked out so                          one of them is on duty all the time. You should always                          go to church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and                          if there's anybody you want to make happy, it's God. Don't                          skip church to do something you think will be more fun                          like going to the beach. This is wrong. And besides the                          sun doesn't come out at the beach until noon anyway. If                          you don't believe in God, besides being an atheist, you                          will be very lonely, because your parents can't go everywhere                          with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know                          He's around you when you're scared in the dark or when                          you can't swim and you get thrown into real deep water                          by big kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But... you shouldn't just always think                          of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and                          He can take me back anytime He pleases. And..That's why                          I believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-6176220254205836403?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/6176220254205836403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=6176220254205836403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6176220254205836403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6176220254205836403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/01/whos-god.html' title='Who&apos;s God?'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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/_MPeqG6MEKcY/RbccYi-Jj-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-3R2C0kOdI8/s72-c/sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-1984027342989332583</id><published>2007-01-04T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:22:01.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a5.yimg.com/image/3167055495"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 124px;" src="http://mud.mm-a5.yimg.com/image/3167055495" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a5.yimg.com/image/3163720234"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 122px;" src="http://mud.mm-a5.yimg.com/image/3163720234" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahoo-yahoo!!!!! It's 2007,  year of the pig according to the Chinese calendar. Does that mean we'll act like pigs do?uh-ohh....&lt;br /&gt;A lot of predictions have been made for 2007..most of it are about the worsening politics in the Philippines..we'll even though they're not going to predict it, we're all sure politics will get worse.&lt;br /&gt;Other predictions are about disasters brought by nature..floods, typhoons, earthquakes..&lt;br /&gt;When we think of these things, it seems that 2007 will be the worst year ever. Try looking back on their predictions for 2006, they're almost the same..but hey it's 2007, that means we survived.&lt;br /&gt;Despite of all these negative predictions each year, we were able to made it through 2007. Now we are facing another set of negative vibrations and more hurdles to pass, yet I pray that we will all survive this year.&lt;br /&gt;Pigs symbolize greediness, but unlike them we need not be greedy to be successful. Greediness is the root of failure. So this year of the pig, we should prune all those pig-like attitude that we keep in ourselves and be more optimistic of the future, trusting God to give us a discerning spirit for all decisions that we're going to make.&lt;br /&gt;Faith is all we need to survive each passing year, letting God take care of things we can't handle, giving God all the right to be in control of our lives and humbling ourselves before our creator by acknowledging that we are nothing without Him.&lt;br /&gt;So I pray that we all have a year full of colors, smiles, tears of success and more love in our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-1984027342989332583?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/1984027342989332583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=1984027342989332583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1984027342989332583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1984027342989332583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-6400448867729601519</id><published>2006-12-13T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T18:10:19.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle of a Hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="23"&gt;&lt;img src="http://funpages.com/rescuinghug/star2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" height="23" width="23" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#414141;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://funpages.com/rescuinghug/Untitled-1.gif" border="0" height="63" width="399" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td width="10"&gt;&lt;img src="http://funpages.com/rescuinghug/star2%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" height="23" width="23" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;/tr&gt;                       &lt;tr&gt;                         &lt;td width="23"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td width="15"&gt;                           &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td width="10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                      &lt;div align="center"&gt;                     &lt;table border="4" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50"&gt;                       &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://funpages.com/rescuinghug/rescuinghug.jpg" border="0" height="291" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;This is a picture from an article called&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;"The Rescuing                   Hug"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;. The article details the first week of life of a set of twins. Apparently, each were in their respective incubators, and one was not expected to live. A hospital nurse fought against the hospital rules and placed the babies in one incubator. When they were placed together, the healthier of the two threw an arm over her sister in an endearing embrace. The smaller baby's heart rate stabilized and her temperature rose to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let us                 not forget to embrace those whom we love and never underestimate the power of a                 hug.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;img src="http://funpages.com/rescuinghug/pretty_flower_blue_ty_clr.gif" border="0" height="40" width="40" /&gt;                    &lt;img src="http://funpages.com/rescuinghug/pretty_flower_blue_ty_clr.gif" border="0" height="40" width="40" /&gt;                    &lt;img src="http://funpages.com/rescuinghug/pretty_flower_blue_ty_clr.gif" border="0" height="40" width="40" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-6400448867729601519?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/6400448867729601519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=6400448867729601519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6400448867729601519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6400448867729601519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/12/miracle-of-hug.html' title='Miracle of a Hug'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-6658430684843978977</id><published>2006-11-22T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T17:48:04.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moses with the computer!!!..this is just so adorable!lol!:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;table align="center" bgcolor="#ffff00" border="1" cellpadding="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/fbangels/god02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/afa/moses_kneel_praising_God_md_wht.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "Excuse me, Sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Is that you again, Moses?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I'm afraid it is, Sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"What is it this time, Moses; more computer problems?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"How did you guess?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I don't have to guess, Moses. Remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Oh, yes; I forgot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Tell me what you want, Moses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"But you already know; remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Moses!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Sorry, Sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Well, go ahead, Moses; spit it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Well, I have a question, Sir. You know those 'ten things' you sent me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"You mean the Ten Commandments, Moses?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"That's it. I was wondering if they were important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"What do you mean 'were important', Moses?  Of course, they are&lt;br /&gt;important. Otherwise, I would not have sent them to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Well - sorry, Sir, but I lost them. I could say the dog ate them;&lt;br /&gt;but, of course, you would see right through that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"What do you mean 'you lost them'? Are you trying to tell me&lt;br /&gt;you didn't save them, Moses?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/afa/moses_pointing_towards_egypt_md_wht.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "No, Sir; I forgot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"You should always save, Moses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Yes, I know. You told me that before. I was going to, but I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;I did send them to some people before I lost them though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"And did you hear back from any of them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"You already know I did. What about the one guy who said he never&lt;br /&gt;uses 'shalt not'?  May he change the words a little bit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Yes, Moses, as long as he does not change the meaning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"And what about the guy who thought your stance was a little harsh,&lt;br /&gt;and recommended calling them the 'Ten Suggestions,' or letting&lt;br /&gt;people pick one or two to try for a while?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Moses, I will act like I did not hear that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I think that means 'no.' Well, what about the guy who said&lt;br /&gt;I was scamming him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I think the term is 'spamming,' Moses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Oh, yes. I e-mailed him back and told him I don't even eat that stuff,&lt;br /&gt;and I have no idea how you can send it to someone through a computer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"And what did he say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"You know what he said. He used Your name in vain. You don't think he&lt;br /&gt;might have sent me one of those - er - plagues, and that's the reason&lt;br /&gt;I lost those ten things, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"They are called 'viruses,' Moses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Whatever! This computer stuff is just too much for me. Can we just go&lt;br /&gt;back to those stone tablets?  It was hard on my back taking them out&lt;br /&gt;and reading them each day, but at least I never lost them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"We will do it the new way, Moses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I was afraid you would say that, Sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Moses, what did I tell you to do if you messed up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/afa/moses_raising_hands_md_wht.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "You told me to hold up this rat and stretch it out toward the computer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"It's a mouse, Moses. Mouse! Mouse! And did you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"No, I decided to try the technical support first. After all, who knows&lt;br /&gt;more about this stuff than you, and I really like your hours. By the way,&lt;br /&gt;Sir, did Noah have two of these mice on the ark?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"No, Moses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"One other thing. Why did you not name them 'frogs' instead of 'mice,'&lt;br /&gt;because did you not tell me the thing they sit on is a pad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I did not name them, Moses. Man did, and you can call yours&lt;br /&gt;a frog if you want to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Oh, that explains it. Kind of like Adam, huh, Sir? I bet some woman&lt;br /&gt;told him to call it a mouse. After all, was it not a woman who named&lt;br /&gt;one of the computers Apple?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Say good night, Moses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Wait a minute, Sir. I am stretching out the mouse, and it seems to&lt;br /&gt;be working. Yes, a couple of the 'ten things' have come back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Which ones are they, Moses?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Let me see. 'Thou shalt not steal from any grave an image'&lt;br /&gt;and 'Thou shalt not uncover thy neighbor's wife.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Turn the computer off, Moses.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending you another set of stone tablets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/afa/moses_holding_tablets_md_wht.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-6658430684843978977?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/6658430684843978977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=6658430684843978977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6658430684843978977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6658430684843978977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-just-so-adorablelol.html' title='Moses with the computer!!!..this is just so adorable!lol!:)'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-4990298578327806032</id><published>2006-11-17T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:10:35.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God knows best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a8.yimg.com/image/4263325787"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 142px;" src="http://mud.mm-a8.yimg.com/image/4263325787" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this poem from my friend's blogs which he got from his friend's blog too :)&lt;br /&gt;it's really nice. I believe God was talking to me while I was reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;Everyone longs to give themselves completely to someone, to have a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;deep soul relationship with another, to be loved thoroughly and&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;exclusively.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;But God says, "No, not until you are satisfied and fulfilled and&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;content with living, loved by ME ALONE, with giving yourself totally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;and unreservedly to ME ALONE. I love you, my child, and until you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;discover that ONLY in me is your satisfaction to be found, you will&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;not be capable of the perfect human relationship that I have planned&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;for you. You will never be united with another until you are united&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;with me, exclusive of anyone or anything else, exclusive of any other&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;desires or longings.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;"I want you to stop planning, stop wishing, and allow me to give you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;that most thrilling plan existing, one that you can't imagine. I want&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;you to have the BEST! Please allow me to bring it to you. You just&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;keep watching me, expecting that satisfaction, expecting the greatest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;things, and know that I Am. Keep learning and listening to the things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;I tell you. YOU MUST WAIT!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;"Don't be anxious. Don't worry. Don't look around at the things others&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;have received. Don't look at the things you think you want. You just&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;keep looking off and away up to me, or you'll miss what I want to show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;"And then, when you're ready, I'll surprise you with a love far more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;wonderful than you would ever imagine. I am working this very minute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;to have both of you ready at the same time, until you are both&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;satsifeid exclusively with me and the life I have planned and prepared&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;for you, you won't be able to experience the love that exemplifies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;your relationship with me... and this is perfect love.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;"Dear one, I want you to have this most wonderful love. I want you to&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;see in the flesh a picture of your relationship with me and to enjoy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;materially and concretely the everlasting union of beauty and&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;perfection and love that I offer you with myself. Know that I love you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a1.yimg.com/image/186428142"&gt;utterly. I am God Almighty. Believe and be satisfied."&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/33326707-4990298578327806032?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/4990298578327806032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=4990298578327806032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/4990298578327806032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/4990298578327806032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-got-this-poem-from-my-friends-blogs.html' title='God knows best!'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-4208973941835354003</id><published>2006-11-13T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:12:30.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just something to ponder on :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mud.mm-a4.yimg.com/image/3039814303"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 127px;" src="http://mud.mm-a4.yimg.com/image/3039814303" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letting go doesn't mean giving up... it means moving on. It is one of the hardest things a person can do. Starting at birth, we grasp on to anything we can get our hands on, and hold on as if we will cease to exist when we let go. We feel that letting go is giving up, quitting, and that as we all know is cowardly. But as we grow older we are forced to change our way of thinking. We are forced to realize that letting go means accepting things that cannot be. It means maturing and moving on, no matter how hard you have to fight yourself to do so. -Kei J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/33326707-4208973941835354003?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/4208973941835354003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=4208973941835354003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/4208973941835354003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/4208973941835354003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-something-to-ponder-on-d.html' title='Just something to ponder on :D'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-8777708013689898091</id><published>2006-11-07T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:24:56.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogs...blogs...blogs</title><content type='html'>I have always been interested in making a blog..so i'l have a place to keep a record of my thoughts and just anything that interests me..well I have made this blog for my personal use, i also have a friendster blog and an account on tagged. God was really listening to that little wish i made and gave me overflowing answers hahahahaa..now i'm stucked with 200+ blogs to maintain, since that's my task for my client..it's nice, it's interesting, it's fun--but at times, it's getting boring ang blogger is always under maintenance..so I easily get bored and impatient with it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as a whole, I enjoyed this work especially at times when I post to all the blogs. I also have the chance to edit and update my personal blogs.&lt;br /&gt;ok..I think this is it for now..have to add linksmaster accounts to all my blogs hehe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-8777708013689898091?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/8777708013689898091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=8777708013689898091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8777708013689898091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8777708013689898091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/11/blogsblogsblogs.html' title='blogs...blogs...blogs'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-7289890440868947807</id><published>2006-11-02T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T01:36:40.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>check this out guys :) http://www.tagged.com/mypage.html?uid=6019196&amp;amp;prvw=yes&lt;br /&gt;it's a cute site about......me :)hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-7289890440868947807?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/7289890440868947807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=7289890440868947807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7289890440868947807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7289890440868947807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/11/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-5290976978905668526</id><published>2006-10-08T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:56:00.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1651/4068/1600/spiderman.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1651/4068/320/spiderman.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I' m no superhero, though I once dreamed to be one. Having super powers is not the only requirement to become a superhero, as what Uncle Ben told Peter Parker, "with great power comes great responsibilities." We all have our special powers, we may not notice it but each one of us has been given the power to love, to care and to help each other. We don't need to be like spideman to help others who are in need, we don't need to be like the incredibles to offer our helping hands to others.  All we need to do is to share this little gift God has given to us and become a hero in our own little ways. We are responsible to God by how well we use these gifts that He has given us.&lt;br /&gt;  You might be wondering why im talking about this stuff. Well..nothing much, I just love the feeling of helping others, especially those you don't know and just feel that they need your help. I love helping people especially those that are close to me. But this morning while I was walking at around 7 am, God really made me so happy when I helped a little girl on her way to school. I don't want to narrate what really happened, but I just want to thank God that He made me a blessing to that little girl. As we parted our ways (me and the girl), God painted a smile on my face and that really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;  Now, see what I mean being a hero in our own little ways? All we need to do is to see Christ in other people and be sensitive to their needs, may it be a smile, a hug, a praise or even financial needs. Never cease helping others and loving God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-5290976978905668526?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/5290976978905668526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=5290976978905668526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/5290976978905668526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/5290976978905668526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-m-no-superhero-though-i-once-dreamed.html' title=''/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-4261422356348163514</id><published>2006-09-27T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:26:00.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking God's Kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1651/4068/1600/TheWayOut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1651/4068/320/TheWayOut.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I arrived at the office I immediately turned on my pc and browse through my bookmarks and clicked on biblegateway.com. This is the first thing I do every morning, read God's word first before I start with my work.&lt;br /&gt;Today I read Matthew 6:33 which says,  “But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”&lt;br /&gt;Seeking God in happy and comfortable situations is easy but when we are in trouble and in painful circumstances of our lives, God seems to be distant and out of reach. It is really hard to praise God if you're in the middle of a dilemma. Have your experienced that? Praising God even though it's hard? I think that's one of the things we should learn. That even if we are overwhelmed by our problems, we still have the time to look up and give praises and thanks to God. Because it's in these timse that we need Him more and it's in these times that He wants to be with us.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:33 gives us the wisdom that if we want to have the things that we desire in our lives we should seek God first. Making God your first priority is quite hard if you're not used to it. But if you always exercise that, it would be easy, so much easy even if we are drowned with trials. I remember one illustration that most of us have experienced, its with giving.  If  we are not used to tithing, then it would be harder to give when we are short of finances. That's why I myself have developed the love for giving. Since I As what the bible says, if we put God first in everything, we will have what we need. So even though i really need the money, I know God would be more happy and even bless me with more if I give to Him first. Some people can't just understand this logic of Christians hehe, but we know that sacrificing for God is always the best choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-4261422356348163514?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/4261422356348163514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=4261422356348163514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/4261422356348163514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/4261422356348163514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/09/seeking-godd-kingdom.html' title='Seeking God&apos;s Kingdom'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-8490118895023075385</id><published>2006-09-12T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:49:53.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/fpt/dg0803.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/fbangels/angel20.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; Dear God, are You still awake?&lt;br /&gt;Have you got a minute or two?&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty good at understanding&lt;br /&gt;And I really need to talk to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Mommy came to tuck me in,&lt;br /&gt;Like she does every night.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to play a trick on her,&lt;br /&gt;Since she can't see without the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And pretend to be asleep.&lt;br /&gt;But when I heard her crying,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't dare let out a peep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started talking to you, God.&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear the things she said?&lt;br /&gt;Could You hear what she was saying&lt;br /&gt;As she stood beside my bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would Mommy be so sad?&lt;br /&gt;I wondered just what I had done,&lt;br /&gt;And then I began to remember it all&lt;br /&gt;As she named them one by one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we worked in the garden,&lt;br /&gt;But, honest, I really didn't know&lt;br /&gt;That if I picked all the little yellow blooms,&lt;br /&gt;The tomatoes wouldn't grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie and I were trying to be helpers,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that's what Mommy needs,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think she was too happy with us&lt;br /&gt;When we pulled up carrots instead of weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said we should stop for the day,&lt;br /&gt;She decided we had helped quite enough.&lt;br /&gt;I sure had worked up an appetite...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know gardening was so tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had peanut-butter and jelly for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;And I shared too much, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't realize until I was done&lt;br /&gt;That Charlie had made such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said she needed a nap,&lt;br /&gt;She had one of her headaches today.&lt;br /&gt;She told me to keep an eye on my sister&lt;br /&gt;And find something quiet to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, God, do You remember all those curls&lt;br /&gt;You gave my little sister Jenny?&lt;br /&gt;We played barber shop...very quietly...&lt;br /&gt;And now, well, she doesn't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, was Mommy mad at me...&lt;br /&gt;I had to go sit on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;She said never to cut "people hair" again.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll practice on Charlie instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat and watched poor old Albert,&lt;br /&gt;I just knew he must be so bored&lt;br /&gt;Going round and round in the same place all day,&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't You think so, Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think it would hurt to let him out for a while,&lt;br /&gt;I mean, mice need exercise, too&lt;br /&gt;By the way, have You seen Albert lately?&lt;br /&gt;He's been sort of missing since two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/fbangels/angel22.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy sent us outside for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;She said we needed fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;But when Daddy came home she told him&lt;br /&gt;She was trying to get something out of her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought Mommy needed cheering up,&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to brighten her day.&lt;br /&gt;But, God, did You see the look on her face&lt;br /&gt;When we gave her that pretty bouquet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had gotten a little bit dirty,&lt;br /&gt;So Mommy said to get in the tub&lt;br /&gt;"Use soap this time," she reminded,&lt;br /&gt;"and please don't forget to scrub."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie didn't like the water too much,&lt;br /&gt;But I lathered up real good.&lt;br /&gt;I knew Mommy would be so proud of me&lt;br /&gt;For cleaning up like I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs to the table,&lt;br /&gt;But during dinner it started to rain...&lt;br /&gt;I'd forgotten to turn off the water, it seems,&lt;br /&gt;And I hadn't unplugged the drain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided right then it was just about time&lt;br /&gt;To start getting ready for bed,&lt;br /&gt;When Mommy said, "It's sure been a long day,"&lt;br /&gt;And her face began turning all red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay listening to Mommy,&lt;br /&gt;As she told You about our day.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about all of the things I had done&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered what I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just about to tell her&lt;br /&gt;That I'd been awake all along,&lt;br /&gt;And ask her to please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;For all of those thing I'd done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly, I heard her whisper,&lt;br /&gt;"God, forgive me for today...&lt;br /&gt;For not being more understanding&lt;br /&gt;When those problems came my way..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For not handling situations&lt;br /&gt;In the way You want me to...&lt;br /&gt;For getting angry and losing my temper,&lt;br /&gt;Things I know You don't want me to do..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And, God, please, give me more patience,&lt;br /&gt;Help me make it through another day,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do better tomorrow, I promise...&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' name I pray."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiping her eyes, she kissed me&lt;br /&gt;And knelt here beside my bed.&lt;br /&gt;She strokes my hair for a little while...&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, precious," Mommy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left the room with out ever knowing&lt;br /&gt;That I'd been awake all the time.&lt;br /&gt;And God, could we make it our little secret?&lt;br /&gt;You know, Just Yours and mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I was so much trouble today.&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't mean to be...&lt;br /&gt;Daddy says it's tough being a kid sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's harder on Mommy than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, goodnight, God. Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;It's sure nice to know You're there.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better when I talk to You&lt;br /&gt;'Cause You always hear my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do better tomorrow, I promise...&lt;br /&gt;Just You wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to be so much trouble again,&lt;br /&gt;But, God, please give more patience to Mommy just, in case, for me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/fbangels/angel02.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-8490118895023075385?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/8490118895023075385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=8490118895023075385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8490118895023075385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/8490118895023075385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/09/childs-prayer.html' title='A Child&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-3768155300618952328</id><published>2006-09-11T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:10:38.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers'  Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Two brothers worked together on the family farm. One was married and had a large family. The other was single. At the day's end, the brothers shared everything equally, produce and profit. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then one day the single brother said to himself, "It's not right that we should share equally the produce and the profit. I'm alone and my needs are simple." So each night he took a sack of grain from his bin and crept across the field between their houses, dumping it into his brother's bin. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Meanwhile, the married brother said to himself, "Its not right that we should share the produce and the profit equally. After all, I'm married and I have my wife and my children to look after me in years to come. My brother has no one, and no one to take care of his future." So each night, he took a sack of grain and dumped it into his single brother's bin. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Both men were puzzled for years because their supply of grain never dwindled. Then one dark night the two brothers bumped into each other. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Slowly it dawned on them what was happening. They dropped their sacks and embraced one another. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-3768155300618952328?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/3768155300618952328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=3768155300618952328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3768155300618952328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3768155300618952328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/09/brother-love.html' title='Brothers&apos;  Love'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-685490667775430347</id><published>2006-09-11T01:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T01:53:48.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 452px; height: 148px;" src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/fpt/na1003.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;    &lt;table align="center" bgcolor="#0000ff" border="1" cellpadding="1"&gt;       &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/images/noahs_ark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Don't miss the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Remember that we are all in the same boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Plan ahead. It wasn't raining&lt;br /&gt;when Noah built the Ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Stay fit. When you're 600 years old, someone&lt;br /&gt;may ask you to do something really big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Don't listen to critics; just get on with&lt;br /&gt;the job that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Build your future on high ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For safety's sake, travel in pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Speed isn't always an advantage.&lt;br /&gt;The snails were on board with the cheetahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When you're stressed, float a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs;&lt;br /&gt;the Titanic by professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No matter the storm, when you are with God,&lt;br /&gt;there's always a rainbow waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/images/noahs_ark.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-685490667775430347?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/685490667775430347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=685490667775430347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/685490667775430347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/685490667775430347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-miss-boat.html' title=''/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-7722225525299482064</id><published>2006-09-09T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T01:33:15.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/fpt/acts0903.gif" /&gt;    &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt; An elderly woman had just returned to&lt;br /&gt;her home from an evening of religious&lt;br /&gt;service when she was startled by an&lt;br /&gt;intruder. As she caught the man in the&lt;br /&gt;act of robbing her home of its valuables,&lt;br /&gt;she yelled, "Stop! Acts 2:38!"&lt;br /&gt;(...turn from your sin...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/images/grandma03.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/afa/burglar_searching_lg_wht.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt; The burglar stopped dead in his tracks.&lt;br /&gt;Then the woman calmly called the police&lt;br /&gt;and explained what she had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/afa/officer_muldoon_struggling_crook_md_wht.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt; As the officer cuffed the man to take him in,&lt;br /&gt;he asked the burglar, "Why did you just&lt;br /&gt;stand there? All the old lady was yell&lt;br /&gt;a scripture at you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt; "Scripture?" replied the burglar,&lt;br /&gt;"She said she had an axe and two 38s!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/afa/bible_bookmarker_md_wht.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-7722225525299482064?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/7722225525299482064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=7722225525299482064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7722225525299482064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7722225525299482064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/09/elderly-woman-had-just-returned-to-her.html' title=''/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-6289333555533801601</id><published>2006-09-07T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T02:04:53.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute and delicious USBs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1651/4068/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1651/4068/320/11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1651/4068/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1651/4068/320/6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1651/4068/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1651/4068/320/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1651/4068/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1651/4068/320/0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1651/4068/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1651/4068/320/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-6289333555533801601?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/6289333555533801601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=6289333555533801601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6289333555533801601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6289333555533801601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/09/cute-and-delicious-usbs_07.html' title='Cute and delicious USBs'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33326707.post-6517650149781541024</id><published>2006-09-06T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:32:45.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/fpt/attr0304.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/afa/babies_love_hearts_floating_hg_wht__ST.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/hearts04.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; It would bring me more joy then I can say&lt;br /&gt;If you would never forget&lt;br /&gt;- not even for a single day -&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful you are...&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes and in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so often at a loss to find the words&lt;br /&gt;To tell you how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;In my imagination, I compare you with&lt;br /&gt;Things like the sunshine in my mornings,&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful flowers in the fields, and&lt;br /&gt;The happiness I feel on the best days of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/hearts02.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/hearts01.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/hearts03.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/angelpuffs/walking_puff.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/hearts03.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/hearts01.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/hearts02.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; You're like the answer to a special prayer,&lt;br /&gt;And I think God knew&lt;br /&gt;That my world needed&lt;br /&gt;Someone exactly like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/hearts04.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/hearts14.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/images/kitties06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-6517650149781541024?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/6517650149781541024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=6517650149781541024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6517650149781541024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/6517650149781541024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-would-bring-me-more-joy-then-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-3864765677512342742</id><published>2006-09-06T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T01:29:39.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/fpt/frog0304.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/afa/frog_croaking_md_wht.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; I was told a story about a lady in the hospital who was near death when&lt;br /&gt;an area Chaplain came to visit her. This Chaplain was a very young&lt;br /&gt;female with long blond hair. She listened to the lady who was ill and&lt;br /&gt;left her a small gift for comfort. It was a tiny ceramic frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; The next day one of the people from the lady's church came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;The lady told her friend about the beautiful young Chaplain who had&lt;br /&gt;come to visit her. The friend was so impressed with the way the lady&lt;br /&gt;had improved and felt the need to talk to the young Chaplain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; In her search to find the young gal, she was repeatedly told that&lt;br /&gt;the chaplains are never very young and that there was never a gal&lt;br /&gt;that fit the description given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; As the lady returned to the hospital she saw a visiting nurse entering&lt;br /&gt;the room. The nurse noticed the ceramic frog and made the comment&lt;br /&gt;"I see you have a guardian angel with you." As she held the little frog.&lt;br /&gt;We asked why she made that comment and was informed that the frog stood for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; Fully Rely On God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/stars01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; You have been Tagged by the froggy,&lt;br /&gt;which means you are a great friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/afa/frog_hop_md_wht.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; You will Have Good Luck For Two Years if you send this to&lt;br /&gt;8 people or more. And if this is sent back to you&lt;br /&gt;then you know that you are a true friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/afa/princess_kissing_frog_md_wht.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-3864765677512342742?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/3864765677512342742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=3864765677512342742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3864765677512342742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/3864765677512342742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-told-story-about-lady-in-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-1705967903311813213</id><published>2006-09-04T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:17:03.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/fpt/fiat0204.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/images/friends22.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt; A friend is a treasure&lt;br /&gt;All should know,&lt;br /&gt;To help you through&lt;br /&gt;The rain and snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/bunny.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/dog_01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/bunny.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt; To stand by you&lt;br /&gt;And hold your hand,&lt;br /&gt;To give advice&lt;br /&gt;And understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/star01.gif" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/star01.gif" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/star01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt; With hugs galore&lt;br /&gt;And when in need,&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of laughs&lt;br /&gt;So good indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/bunny.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/dog_01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/bunny.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt; So when you need&lt;br /&gt;A friend someday&lt;br /&gt;Just look for me,&lt;br /&gt;I will show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width=""&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/star01.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/bearanddog.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-1705967903311813213?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/1705967903311813213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=1705967903311813213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1705967903311813213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/1705967903311813213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/09/friend-is-treasure-all-should-know-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-2301883121845056195</id><published>2006-09-03T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:32:47.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible Brain Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;!--msnavigation--&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua, Times New Roman, Times;"&gt;  &lt;!--msthemeseparator--&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.inspirationalarchive.com/texts/_themes/poetic/poehorsa.gif" height="10" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I once made a remark about the hidden books of the Bible. It was a lulu, kept people looking so hard for facts, and for others it was a revelation. Some were in a jam, especially since the names of the books are not capitalized, but the truth finally struck home to numbers of readers. To others, it was a real job. We want it to be a most fascinating few moments for you. Yes, there will be some really easy ones to spot. Others may require judges to help them. I will quickly admit it usually takes a minister to find one of the 17, and there will be loud lamentations when it is found. A little lady says she brews a cup of tea so she can concenrate better. See how well you can compete. Relax now, for there really are the names of 17 books of the Bible in these sentences. (One preacher found 16 books in 20 minutes. It took him three weeks to find the seventeenth one.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua, Times New Roman, Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.inspirationalarchive.com/texts/_themes/poetic/poehorsa.gif" height="10" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*message me for the answers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-2301883121845056195?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/2301883121845056195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=2301883121845056195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/2301883121845056195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/2301883121845056195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/09/bible-brain-teaser.html' title='Bible Brain Teaser'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-7895826413248458084</id><published>2006-09-01T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T20:52:22.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny church bloopers and signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;color:BLACK;"&gt;Please place your donation in the envelope along with the deceased person(s) you want remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;color:BLACK;"&gt;Scouts are saving aluminum cans, bottles, and other items to be recycled. Proceeds will be used to cripple children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;color:BLACK;"&gt;Ushers will eat latecomers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;color:BLACK;"&gt;For those of you who have children and don't know it, we have a nursery downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;color:BLACK;"&gt;The pastor will preach his farewell message, after which the choir will sing, "Break Forth Into Joy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;color:BLACK;"&gt;Next Sunday Mrs. Vinson will be soloist for the morning service. The pastor will then speak on "It's a Terrible Experience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;color:BLACK;"&gt;The ladies of the church have cast off clothing of every kind. They can be seen in the church basement Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;color:BLACK;"&gt;An ad for a Church has a picture of two hands holding stone tablets on which the Ten Commandments are inscribed and a headline that reads, "For fast, fast, fast relief, take two tablets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;color:BLACK;"&gt;Have trouble sleeping? We have sermons -- come hear one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;color:BLACK;"&gt;Don't let worry kill you--let the church help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;color:BLACK;"&gt;Tuesday at 4:00 P.M. there will be an ice cream social. All ladies giving milk will please come early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;color:BLACK;"&gt;Thursday at 5:00 PM there will be a meeting of the Little Mother's Club. All ladies wishing to become "Little Mothers" will meet with the Pastor in his study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;color:BLACK;"&gt;This being Easter Sunday, we will ask Mrs. Lewis to come forward and lay an egg on the altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;color:BLACK;"&gt;God so loved the world that He did not send a committee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;color:BLACK;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---enjoy :)&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/33326707-7895826413248458084?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/7895826413248458084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=7895826413248458084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7895826413248458084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/7895826413248458084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/09/funny-church-bloopers-and-signs.html' title='Funny church bloopers and signs'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-115709088202766233</id><published>2006-08-31T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:08:02.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua, Times New Roman, Times;"&gt;There was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, to hammer a nail in the back fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Then it gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-115709088202766233?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/115709088202766233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=115709088202766233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/115709088202766233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/115709088202766233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/08/fence_31.html' title='The Fence'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-115700281801136178</id><published>2006-08-30T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:40:18.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strive for happiness!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellspacing="1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/afa/charlie_fishing_with_grandson_lg_wht.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#0033ff;"&gt; Go placidly amid the noise and haste,&lt;br /&gt;and remember what peace there may be in silence.&lt;br /&gt;As far as possible, without surrender,&lt;br /&gt;be on good terms with all persons.&lt;br /&gt;Speak your truth quietly and clearly;&lt;br /&gt;and listen to others,&lt;br /&gt;even to the dull and ignorant;&lt;br /&gt;they too have their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/afa/businessman_flying_md_wht.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#0033ff;"&gt; Avoid loud and aggressive persons;&lt;br /&gt;they are vexations to the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;If you compare yourself with others,&lt;br /&gt;you may become vain or bitter,&lt;br /&gt;for always there will be greater&lt;br /&gt;and lesser persons than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.&lt;br /&gt;Keep interested in your own career, however humble,&lt;br /&gt;it's a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise caution in your business affairs,&lt;br /&gt;for the world is full of trickery.&lt;br /&gt;But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;&lt;br /&gt;many persons strive for high ideals,&lt;br /&gt;and everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/afa/jason_spinning_wheelchair_md_wht.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#0033ff;"&gt; Be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Especially do not feign affection.&lt;br /&gt;Neither be cynical about love;&lt;br /&gt;for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,&lt;br /&gt;it is as perennial as the grass.&lt;br /&gt;Take kindly the counsel of the years,&lt;br /&gt;gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;br /&gt;Nurture strength of spirit&lt;br /&gt;to shield you in sudden misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.&lt;br /&gt;Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline,&lt;br /&gt;be gentle with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/afa/boy_flyingkite_lg_wht.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#0033ff;"&gt; You are a child of the universe&lt;br /&gt;no less than the trees and the stars;&lt;br /&gt;you have a right to be here.&lt;br /&gt;And whether or not it is clear to you,&lt;br /&gt;no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore be at peace with God,&lt;br /&gt;whatever you conceive him to be.&lt;br /&gt;And whatever your labors and aspirations,&lt;br /&gt;in the noisy confusion of life,&lt;br /&gt;keep peace in your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/afa/little_girl_skipping_lg_wht.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#0033ff;"&gt; With all its shame, drudgery and broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;it is still a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;Strive to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/angelpuffs/happy_puff.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/angelpuffs/happy_puff.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/angelpuffs/happy_puff.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-115700281801136178?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/115700281801136178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=115700281801136178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/115700281801136178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/115700281801136178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/08/strive-for-happiness.html' title='Strive for happiness!!'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-115690118041392207</id><published>2006-08-29T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:26:20.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allah or Jesus</title><content type='html'>This is a must read -  it's short but very informative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Muslim religion in the fastest growing religion per capita in &lt;br /&gt;     the United States, especially in the minority races!!!&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                                  Allah  or Jesus? by Rick Mathes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last month I attended my annual training session that's required &lt;br /&gt; for maintaining my state prison security clearance. During the&lt;br /&gt; training session there was a presentation by three speakers&lt;br /&gt; representing the Roman Catholic, Protestant and Muslim faiths, who explained each of their&lt;br /&gt; belief systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was particularly interested in what the  Islamic Imam had to say.&lt;br /&gt; The Imam gave a great presentation of the  basics of Islam,  complete with a video.  &lt;br /&gt; After the  presentations, time was  provided for questions and answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When it was my turn, I directed my question to the Imam and asked:&lt;br /&gt;  "Please, correct me if I'm wrong, but I understand that most Imams&lt;br /&gt;  and  clerics of Islam have declared a holy jihad [Holy war] against&lt;br /&gt;  the  infidels of the world. And, that by killing an infidel, which is a command to all Muslims,  they are assured of a place in heaven. If that's the case,  can you give me the definition of an infidel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There was no disagreement with my statements and, without hesitation, he replied, "Non-believers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; I responded, "So, let me  make sure I have this straight. All followers of Allah have been  commanded to kill everyone who is not of your  faith so they can go to  Heaven. Is that correct?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The expression on his face changed  from one of authority and command to that of a little boy who had just  gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He sheepishly replied,  "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I then stated, "Well, sir, I have a real problem trying  to imagine Pope John Paul commanding all Catholics to kill those of  your faith or Dr. Stanley ordering Protestants to do the same in order  to go to Heaven!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Imam was speechless. I  continued, "I also have problem with being your friend when you&lt;br /&gt; and your brother clerics are telling your followers to kill me. Let me ask you a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Would you rather have your  Allah who tells you to kill me&lt;br /&gt;         in order to go to Heaven or my Jesus who tells me to love you&lt;br /&gt;because I am  going to Heaven and He wants you to be with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You  could have heard a pin drop as the Imam hung his head in shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Needless to say, the organizers and/or promoters of the 'Diversification'&lt;br /&gt; training seminar were not happy with Rick's way of  dealing with the Islamic Imam and exposing the truth about the Muslim's  beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think everyone in the US should be required to read  this, but with the&lt;br /&gt; liberal justice system, liberal media, and the ACLU,  there is no way this will be widely publicized. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; This is a true  story and  the author, Rick Mathes, is a well known leader in prison ministry.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-115690118041392207?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/115690118041392207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=115690118041392207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/115690118041392207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/115690118041392207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/08/allah-or-jesus.html' title='Allah or Jesus'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-115683063870639346</id><published>2006-08-28T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:50:38.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; Jenny was so happy about the house they had found. For once in her&lt;br /&gt;life 'twas on the right side of town. She unpacked her things with such&lt;br /&gt;great ease. As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze. How&lt;br /&gt;wonderful it was to have her own room. School would be starting; she'd&lt;br /&gt;have friends over soon. There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she&lt;br /&gt;was so happy, it's just the way she wanted her life to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/tamanori02.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school, everything went great. She made new friends&lt;br /&gt;and even got a date! She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;be, because I just got a date with the star of the team!" To be known in&lt;br /&gt;this school you had to have clout, and dating this guy would sure help&lt;br /&gt;her out. There was only one problem stopping her fate. Her parents had&lt;br /&gt;said she was too young to date. "Well I just won't tell them the entire&lt;br /&gt;truth. They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?"&lt;br /&gt;Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.&lt;br /&gt;Her parents frowned but said, "All right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/tamanori01.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited, she got ready for the big event but as she rushed around like&lt;br /&gt;she had no sense, she began to feel guilty about all the lies, but what's&lt;br /&gt;a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride? Well the pizza was good, and the&lt;br /&gt;party was great, but the moonlight ride would have to wait. For Dan was&lt;br /&gt;half drunk by this time. But he kissed her and said that he was just fine.&lt;br /&gt;Then the room filled with smoked and Dan took a puff. Jenny couldn't&lt;br /&gt;believe he was smoking that stuff. Now Dan was ready to ride to the&lt;br /&gt;point but only after he'd smoked another joint. They jumped in the car&lt;br /&gt;for the moonlight ride, not thinking that he was too drunk to drive.&lt;br /&gt;They finally made it to the point at last, And Dan started trying to&lt;br /&gt;make a pass. A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all (and by a pass,&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean playing football.) "Perhaps my parents were right...maybe&lt;br /&gt;I am too young. Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb." With all of&lt;br /&gt;her might, she pushed Dan away: "Please take me home, I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;stay." Dan cranked up the engine and floored the gas. In a matter of&lt;br /&gt;seconds they were going too fast. As Dan drove on in a fit of wild anger,&lt;br /&gt;Jenny knew that her life was in danger. She begged and pleaded for him&lt;br /&gt;to slow down, but he just got faster as they neared the town. "Just&lt;br /&gt;let me get home! I'll confess that I lied. I really went out for&lt;br /&gt;a moonlight ride." Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/tamanori02.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't remember the force of impact. Just that everything all of&lt;br /&gt;a sudden went black. She felt someone remove her from the twisted&lt;br /&gt;rubble, And heard, "Call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble! Voices&lt;br /&gt;she heard...a few words at best. But she knew there were two cars&lt;br /&gt;involved in the wreck. Then wondered to herself if Dan was all right,&lt;br /&gt;and if the people in the other car was alive. She awoke in the hospital to&lt;br /&gt;faces so sad. "You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad." These&lt;br /&gt;voices echoed inside her head, as they gently told her that Dan was&lt;br /&gt;dead. They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do. But it looks as if&lt;br /&gt;we'll lose you too." "But the people in the other car!?" Jenny cried.&lt;br /&gt;"We're sorry, Jenny, they also died." Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me&lt;br /&gt;for what I've done I only wanted to have just one night of fun."&lt;br /&gt;"Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim, and wish I could&lt;br /&gt;return their families to them." "Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied, and&lt;br /&gt;that it's my fault so many have died. Oh, nurse, won't you please tell&lt;br /&gt;them that for me?" The nurse just stood there-she never agreed.&lt;br /&gt;But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And a few moments later Jenny died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emusing.com/imgs/page_imgs/jsa/tamanori01.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best To bid that girl&lt;br /&gt;her one last request?" She looked at the man with eyes so sad. "Because&lt;br /&gt;the people in the other car were her mom and dad." This story is sad&lt;br /&gt;and unpleasant but true, So young people take heed,&lt;br /&gt;it could have been you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-115683063870639346?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/115683063870639346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=115683063870639346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/115683063870639346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/115683063870639346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/08/jenny.html' title='Jenny'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-115655463365929420</id><published>2006-08-25T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:10:33.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" id="en-NIV-13959" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; O LORD, how many are my foes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;       How many rise up against me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-13960" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; Many are saying of me,&lt;br /&gt;       "God will not deliver him."&lt;br /&gt;       Selah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-13961" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; But you are a shield around me, O LORD;&lt;br /&gt;       you bestow glory on me and lift up my head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-13962" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; To the LORD I cry aloud,&lt;br /&gt;       and he answers me from his holy hill.&lt;br /&gt;       Selah &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-13963" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; I lie down and sleep;&lt;br /&gt;       I wake again, because the LORD sustains me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-13964" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; I will not fear the tens of thousands&lt;br /&gt;       drawn up against me on every side. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-13965" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; Arise, O LORD!&lt;br /&gt;       Deliver me, O my God!&lt;br /&gt;       Strike all my enemies on the jaw;&lt;br /&gt;       break the teeth of the wicked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-13966" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; From the LORD comes deliverance.&lt;br /&gt;       May your blessing be on your people.&lt;br /&gt;       Selah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-115655463365929420?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/115655463365929420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=115655463365929420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/115655463365929420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/115655463365929420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/08/psalm-3.html' title='Psalm 3'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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-33326707.post-115649782917147535</id><published>2006-08-25T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T02:23:49.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="entry-content"&gt;    &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I've just created this blog and this is the first thing i want to share to all of you reading it :) Hope you'll like it coz it has really touched my heart!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at&lt;br /&gt;the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son&lt;br /&gt;would go out into their town and hand out Gospel&lt;br /&gt;Tracts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for&lt;br /&gt;the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their&lt;br /&gt;tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring&lt;br /&gt;down rain.&lt;br /&gt; The boy bundled up in his&lt;br /&gt;warmest and driest clothes and said; "OK dad, I'm&lt;br /&gt;ready." His Pastor dad asked, "Ready for what?" "Dad,&lt;br /&gt;it's time we gather our tracts together and go out."&lt;br /&gt;Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's&lt;br /&gt;pouring down rain."&lt;br /&gt; The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking "But&lt;br /&gt;Dad aren't people still going to Hell, even though&lt;br /&gt;it's raining?" Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out&lt;br /&gt;in this weather."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despondently, the boy ask, "Dad, can I go? Please?"&lt;br /&gt;His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you&lt;br /&gt;can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son." "Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Dad!" And with that, he was off and out into the rain.&lt;br /&gt;This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the&lt;br /&gt;town going door to door and handing everybody he met&lt;br /&gt;in the street a Gospel Tract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two hours of walking in the rain, he was&lt;br /&gt;soaking,bone-   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST&lt;br /&gt;TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone&lt;br /&gt;to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally&lt;br /&gt;deserted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he turned toward the first home he saw and&lt;br /&gt;started up the sidewalk to&lt;br /&gt;the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the&lt;br /&gt;bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again,&lt;br /&gt;but still no one answered. He waited but&lt;br /&gt;still no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to&lt;br /&gt;leave,but something stopped him. Again, he turned to&lt;br /&gt;the door and rang the bell&lt;br /&gt;and knocked loudly on the door with his fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited, something holding him there on the front&lt;br /&gt;porch. He rang again and this time the door slowly&lt;br /&gt;opened. Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking&lt;br /&gt;elderly lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She softly asked "What can I do for you son?" With&lt;br /&gt;radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this&lt;br /&gt;little boy said: "Ma'am,I'm sorry if I disturbed you,&lt;br /&gt;but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel&lt;br /&gt;Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His&lt;br /&gt;great LOVE." With that, he handed her his last tract&lt;br /&gt;and turned to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called to him as he departed.  "Thank you, son!&lt;br /&gt;And God Bless You!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor&lt;br /&gt;Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he&lt;br /&gt;asked,"Does anybody have testimony or want to say&lt;br /&gt;anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady&lt;br /&gt;stood to her feet. As she began to speak, a look of&lt;br /&gt;glorious radiance came from her face, "No one in this&lt;br /&gt;church knows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been here before. You see, before last&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on&lt;br /&gt;some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day,&lt;br /&gt;it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end&lt;br /&gt;of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to&lt;br /&gt;live. So I took a rope and a chair an ascended the&lt;br /&gt;stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the&lt;br /&gt;rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on&lt;br /&gt;the chair and fastened the other end of the rope&lt;br /&gt;around my neck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I&lt;br /&gt;was about to leap off,when suddenly the loud ringing&lt;br /&gt;of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought,&lt;br /&gt;"I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed&lt;br /&gt;to get loud er and more insistent, and then the person&lt;br /&gt;ringing also started knocking loudly. I thought to&lt;br /&gt;myself again, "Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever&lt;br /&gt;rings my bell or&lt;br /&gt;comes to see me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the&lt;br /&gt;front door, all the while the bell rang louder and&lt;br /&gt;louder. When I opened&lt;br /&gt;the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;for there on my front porch was the most radiant and&lt;br /&gt;angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His SMILE,oh, I could never describe it to you! The&lt;br /&gt;words that came from his mouth caused my heart that&lt;br /&gt;had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed&lt;br /&gt;with a cherub-like voice, "Ma'am, I just came to tell&lt;br /&gt;you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in&lt;br /&gt;my hand. As the little angel disappeared back out into&lt;br /&gt;the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly&lt;br /&gt;every word of this Gospel Tract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be needing them any more. You see- "I am now&lt;br /&gt;a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your&lt;br /&gt;church was on the back of this Gospel Tract; I have&lt;br /&gt;come here to personally say THANK YOU TO God's little&lt;br /&gt;angel who came just in the nick of time and by so&lt;br /&gt;doing, spared my soul from eternity in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts&lt;br /&gt;of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very&lt;br /&gt;rafters of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew&lt;br /&gt;where the little angel was seated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and&lt;br /&gt;probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was&lt;br /&gt;more filled with love &amp; honor for his son... Except&lt;br /&gt;for One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold&lt;br /&gt;and dark world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as&lt;br /&gt;all of heaven Shouted praises and honor to The King,&lt;br /&gt;the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above&lt;br /&gt;all principality and power and every name that is&lt;br /&gt;named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are your eyes for reading this message. Don't&lt;br /&gt;let this message die, read it again and if you like&lt;br /&gt;you can foward it to others. Thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will meet in heaven!                      &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33326707-115649782917147535?l=krished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/feeds/115649782917147535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33326707&amp;postID=115649782917147535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/115649782917147535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33326707/posts/default/115649782917147535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krished.blogspot.com/2006/08/beautiful-story.html' title='Beautiful Story'/><author><name>tijel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16546065564250116657</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></feed>
