<?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-4655784900739201619</id><updated>2011-08-15T09:42:25.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Must Be The Reason</title><subtitle type='html'>Never try to define love. Once defined love is confined. Once confined -- It dies. Love with passion, serve with love, and die with no regrets. We can express the feelings of how love feels to us but never what love is. Love is different to all. Some have simple loves where others have deep feeling love. Love is a word people throw around like Beer to be honest.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-6150375410820195947</id><published>2009-11-21T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:55:20.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helplessly In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SwjSNnqhiRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/16OU43imZXs/s1600/help"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SwjSNnqhiRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/16OU43imZXs/s320/help" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406802484085754130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another month had pass away. It seems time run so fast. It makes me feel that life is so hard and I cant moved on. Thinking of it.. It has been 6 years from now when I first learn to fall in love. Today I still love her, I don't know how to express this feeling. I don't know how to change my feelings... Waiting for nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Friend told me that i'm stupid and crazy. I guess, I am! I can't blame them because they can feel the helplessness in me. I had fallen ''head over hills'' in love with her. I know, I must let go. I had to let the feeling go. I had to set my heart free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Today it would be different. I had make a decision in order to moved on. I have to let go. My first priority now is my studies. Instead of dreaming for her. I focus more in discovering new things and new ideas. My focus now is to be the best musician, to study well and give my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Then I met a new friend, who had help me understand that reality of love and how to value friendship., with her help I learn to let go. And I know after my studies I can find the woman of my dreams. And who know's, she might be the right person God planned for me. That would be worth the wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;As for now she still my first inspiration and the first woman of my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-6150375410820195947?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/6150375410820195947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=6150375410820195947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/6150375410820195947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/6150375410820195947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2009/11/helplessly-in-love.html' title='Helplessly In Love'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SwjSNnqhiRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/16OU43imZXs/s72-c/help' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-6220755377113689518</id><published>2009-09-29T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T02:07:16.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The After 42 Years Typhoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SsMd-B8UotI/AAAAAAAAAXw/dJfqBv-MC9g/s1600-h/survivor"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SsMd-B8UotI/AAAAAAAAAXw/dJfqBv-MC9g/s320/survivor" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387182530775786194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have a class on that day on 7am at University of Santo Tomas. It was a rainy day. When I was about to go to our scarlet meeting the rain started to be hard.. Then I remembered the news that I heard about the upcoming typhoon Ondoy. Our president in Scarlet cancelled our meeting but it was too late. As expected, there was flood already but I still continued to go to UST Tan Yan Kee to pass some project proposal for our NSTP group, but, unfortunately, it was closed. I was a little surprised to saw our president in Scarlet still there and we'd became stranded for 2 hours to wait for the flood to become shallow but we're wrong for flood rised up to the waste level as it still rain hardly. And the disaster begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I decided to leave the university to be able to come on time to my work. Our president come with me and together we had a bad experienced crossing the flood. We had taken pictures on how the typhoon affected our university. Then I decided to walk with her to her apartment first in Recto. To my irritation which did not help of course, the flood was fast increasing reach already up to my breast and expectedly there was no available transportation. An hour passed too many people we're stranded and there was a blackout as one of the fuse sparks and thankfully we haven't yet passed. After several minutes later, We arrived at her apartment, stayed there for an hour to fixed my cellphone that had been wet because of the said situation, but I failed to fix it. She cook food for us. After a short rest, I decided to go ahead to catch up to my work. As i'm assured that she were already safe. I'd crossed the street with flood up to my neck and go on to reached my destination. Useless effort for the store closed early. My schedule was cancelled. After clossing the store. I walked from Caloocan to Malabon but this time I didn't expected that the flood will be  that high. Even the people told me ''Malalim Yan 7ft-8ft Dyan'' as they estimated, I ignored them, I made a wrong step that made me almost drowned. God is so good, I was able to hold on to a rope and forced myself up. I thanked God for my luck. Finally I was able to crossed to a stranger that was stranded also holding on a tree. He helped me up on the tree and continued to swim. I'm very tired and my legs are freezing. I decided to stayed on the tree even it's very uncomfortable to stay. I wish the rescuer we're able to rescue us on time. The flood had became higher and higher and panic strikes me. I prayed and I realized that God is always with me and calm myself. The rain stopped. 2 hours passes no help still visible. I can't think well.. I was to cold and wet. The wild down pour as continued to breeze. I'm still alone and I was freezing. I just try to occupied myself doing something. It was already too dark and too quiet and said to myself Am I dreaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After an hour. I saw a light that come from the rescuer. How I wish they rescued us as soon as possible but they didn't. They just find a way how the flood will decreased. I cant blame them. I'll wait for 2 hours again before it goes down up to 51/2ft. Imagine I was on the tree from afternoon to morning.. Even I'm too tired, I still forced myself to crossed to that flood. At last I'm arrived at 4 in the morning. I was still lucky to survived and glad that nobody in my family get hurt.. I'M A SURVIVOR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4655784900739201619-6220755377113689518?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/6220755377113689518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=6220755377113689518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/6220755377113689518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/6220755377113689518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-42-years-typhoon.html' title='The After 42 Years Typhoon'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SsMd-B8UotI/AAAAAAAAAXw/dJfqBv-MC9g/s72-c/survivor' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-5283418408568883168</id><published>2008-12-30T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:23:55.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Winter Camp 08 Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SVnoNTi8ZfI/AAAAAAAAAXY/tXUMyqOWs4Y/s1600-h/Goal.....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285510952978769394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SVnoNTi8ZfI/AAAAAAAAAXY/tXUMyqOWs4Y/s320/Goal.....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want to thank God for giving me another opportunity to be able to join this camp. Iam now aware that being a christian. I am responsible for every decision and action in showing the people what a christian life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I also learned that we, as a christian should gain, obtain and win in accomplishing our goal. I believe that God bring me to this camp for me to learn a lot of things and to be dear without some issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here in this camp. I met new friends, even my friendship with my friends became stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will try to apply everything that I have learned in this camp by relying on God's love and grace. I am really blessed to be in a group wherein we treat each oter as brothers in Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                                                        Thank You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                                                                                           To God Be the Glory...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-5283418408568883168?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/5283418408568883168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=5283418408568883168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/5283418408568883168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/5283418408568883168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-winter-camp-08-testimony.html' title='My Winter Camp 08 Testimony'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SVnoNTi8ZfI/AAAAAAAAAXY/tXUMyqOWs4Y/s72-c/Goal.....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-7974938662350760111</id><published>2008-11-27T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:42:20.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Experience Of A Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SS5rCuSAZ9I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/FGHzspX-YpU/s1600-h/music-week.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273269908224894930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SS5rCuSAZ9I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/FGHzspX-YpU/s320/music-week.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Lately, I have actively participated in our music week. I joined different activities. On our first day we parade around the UST campus. I’m the one who was chosen to wear the prince suit on our parade in my class. The next day I join the BM in voice basketball team. Since we only have six players. We try the best we can but we didn’t win the game. We are satisfied and happy for the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was even asked to participate in the Mr. Music pageant. I really don’t want to join to this activity but I don’t have a choice but to join. I have a stage fraight and really don’t want to join a competition by individual. I just did the positive things and go for my best for it. Until that day come and my partner is not yet prepared for our talent portion. We just trust each other and do our best. I feel sad for my partner when her named was not called to the top three candidates. I am surprised to get the 2nd runner up and Mr. photogenic award.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thank God for all of these success and my parents, professors and friends who has been instrumental to make the event a success. I learn a lot and grow as a better person. And most of all encounter and overcome my fears. The experience exposes me to the things that I have not done before. All of these are one of the most memorable and happiest experiences of my UST days. To God Be the Glory….&lt;/strong&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/4655784900739201619-7974938662350760111?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/7974938662350760111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=7974938662350760111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/7974938662350760111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/7974938662350760111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2008/11/experience-of-lifetime.html' title='An Experience Of A Lifetime'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SS5rCuSAZ9I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/FGHzspX-YpU/s72-c/music-week.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-8915371540853070454</id><published>2008-08-08T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T02:01:18.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of things happened when I met her</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232069259643326930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SJwLRV1IEdI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RycPtrhivQM/s200/worldpeacedove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This time I have been invited with my christian friend to join there fellowship at United Evangelical Church of Malabon. I know that I already commited myself as a Catholic believer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try to join and met a beautiful girl. I was so amazed when she sing . Her voice is so lovely, she have a pretty eyes and a perfect characteristics. we become friend and seems I think I admire her, she help me to know more about God, she also give me advices and reminders. This time I'm very confused. I'm a Catholic believer should I believe to be a christian. But because I wanted to know more about God because of her. My faith with God grow as a christian believer. I become a player, choir member, become a officer. I lucky that I met her and know God. My life changed to better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I start to grow into a mature God fearing person, to become a good disciple of Christ because of her. I dont know why I have started doing some things that I haven't done before like composing songs, writing love letters, poems and stories. I have done some paint and drawings. My first paint is of her face. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But because I like her I done some stupid things that makes her mad at me. I think I'm a loser that day. I done many things because I wanted to let her know how I value our friendship. But because I became a true men I want to fight for her but I let her go for our own good. I still like her until now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is my first crush and hopefully my last.. crazy?? haha.. it almost 6 years now but still i take it as positive that we were never meant to be. But still hoping. Because of her I became a strong christian .. she became my inspiration until now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I still hear her singing , see her pretty face and think of her.. amazing. I'm proud that I met her. A girl, a lady that is hard to reach, the one who can changed her friend to a better person, a friend that you can truly admire, a talented person who gave her best to share God's love, a God fearing person who not afraid to lose everything for God. a true christian that always ready to become a good disciple of Christ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to be like her. Her personality changed me, changing religion is not easy but because of her good example, She have changed people, I'll always pray for her and hoping that she will accept me as her friend again. She is the best!!(^_^)&lt;/strong&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/4655784900739201619-8915371540853070454?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/8915371540853070454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=8915371540853070454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8915371540853070454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8915371540853070454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2008/08/lot-of-things-happened-when-i-met-her.html' title='A lot of things happened when I met her'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SJwLRV1IEdI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RycPtrhivQM/s72-c/worldpeacedove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-8168796637185749282</id><published>2008-08-08T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:32:05.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I born</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SJwEa0iMNVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XlQtvDULFyY/s1600-h/power-of-prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232061725922833746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SJwEa0iMNVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XlQtvDULFyY/s200/power-of-prayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was still in my mother's womp. my mom has always been praying to have a baby boy. She was frequently praying for a boy that would be my father's heir to carry his name. They would go to church every sunday in Quiapo. Read the Bible continously and pray for quidance and safe delivery.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom have a hard time conceiving me. Everytime she felt weak and frail. She would sit down and pray for strength. Always she is strengthened by her devotion to our Lord Jesus Christ. She called the Black Nazarene her ''Ninong Nazareno.''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On that day, she was lying in bed when an old man approach her, put his right hand on her head and she felt asleep.It took mom 2 days and a half to give birth to me. Almost drain her water and the good doctor, indeed one of the best available to help her give birth by normal delivery.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm thankful for the Lord that He has been guiding my family through the year. I for one is answered prayer for my family. God has been faithful and time for answering my parents request to have me as a boy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that I have grown I have learned to understand God's glory in me. To understand life has a meaning because God has first given us a purpose to live because Christ has first given up his life for us, so that we might live through Him.&lt;/strong&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/4655784900739201619-8168796637185749282?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/8168796637185749282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=8168796637185749282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8168796637185749282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8168796637185749282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-i-born.html' title='The day I born'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SJwEa0iMNVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XlQtvDULFyY/s72-c/power-of-prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-5205137396027188670</id><published>2008-08-08T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:56:01.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I dedicate myself to the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SJv773mglII/AAAAAAAAAPU/AxlXYB65cZk/s1600-h/believe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232052398077285506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SJv773mglII/AAAAAAAAAPU/AxlXYB65cZk/s200/believe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It started when my sister invited me to join the worship service. First I thought this would be boring and a waste of time. I still don't believe in God. Catholic Faith is different from Buddhism. What is the purpose and meaning of life? It all started with alot of quetions. Changes sterted to happen. It was a great revelation to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I met one of the great pastor there who helped me know the real purpose of life and how important it is to know God. I am amaze at God's love and I realized that no matter how bad we are God is willing to forgive us and love us inspite of ourselves. I ask God to forgive me and asked him to take comtrol of my life. I have learned to trust and obey him and pray whenever I felt lost and lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I learned a lot of things that I applied to my life. I attend sunday worship without pressure from my sisters and friend. The group meetings opened new visions and ideas. Everything become activities of joy and praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yes, How I love the Lord! Now that I have found Him; I dedicate my whole life in his service. Everyday I pray frequently that my lord and my God might be glorified through me. that I grow more each and everyday in loving and serving Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;After school and works, I use a lot of my time getting to know Him better. In God's perfect timing I can serve God in his ministry.&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/4655784900739201619-5205137396027188670?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/5205137396027188670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=5205137396027188670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/5205137396027188670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/5205137396027188670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-i-dedicate-myself-to-lord.html' title='The day I dedicate myself to the Lord'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SJv773mglII/AAAAAAAAAPU/AxlXYB65cZk/s72-c/believe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-9158852739087844852</id><published>2008-08-07T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:30:45.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232045782895994834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SJv160IYp9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-TaWDl4dCTc/s200/buddha_sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have been following the Buddhist Path when I am still a child. As teenage adolescent I began to do as many teenage adolescents, to question what I found about me. This was not just in the sense of rebelling against parental and societal norms, but a deeper questioning that sought to know something of the mystery of life, even something of the meaning of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was fascinated at how different people were: everyone and everything seemed so unique. I wondered why this was the case and to what extent these differences are reconciled with the need to communicate and relate, the need, essentially, for harmony. I became particularly interested in how increasing digitization was leading to a rethinking of what it meant to be human, particularly as I found that expressed in contemporary philosophy and critical theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Unfortunately, interesting as such explorations were, they are written in an abstract language that excludes most people. I wanted more of a practical vision , a way of understanding the world that people could relate to and live out so that they would be fulfilled and happy. Such a desire though was not enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Convinced of the view that those who followed a religous life did so because they were somehow lacking reason: faith, I believe, was always blind. It took a period of my life that I was thoroughly fed up with in order to seek some change. I simply did not wish to continue living in the way I had been: often characterized by anxiety and fear - little was I aware that this is how most people live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I learned to meditate and was drwan to Buddhism rather than other religions. I couldn't see through the forms of Christianity to the spirit beneath, not least the notion of a creator God. Islam was too culturally foreign and seemed from my limited perspective at least to be too similar to Christianity. Buddhism though seemed to offer an ideal for humanity.: the Buddha was a human being afterall, not a God, and his teaching was that anyone could also become Enlightened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I began quite simply. The Buddha taught that if one acts with kindness towards oneself and others then one will experience kindness in oneself and from others. Putting this into practice I just found that it worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;At its most sublime this culminates in the transcendence of any distinction between self and other, althought quite what this means I don't know! Lost, that is what I am. Lost in a word of confusion. One thing lead to another. I felt like a dust that the wind blows and found no where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I first believe him. I have accepted him as my lord and savior and chosen to let go of my old selfish life. So great is God's love for us that I am humbled at the greatness or his forgiving grace. His mercy abounded forever. For even I, A merepust in the face of the Earth, here now and gone tomorrow has been taken cared of with compassion by my masters touch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Praise be the name of the Lord our God. For his love is everlasting to everlasting!&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/4655784900739201619-9158852739087844852?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/9158852739087844852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=9158852739087844852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/9158852739087844852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/9158852739087844852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-believe.html' title='My First Believe'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SJv160IYp9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-TaWDl4dCTc/s72-c/buddha_sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-1391602929379351910</id><published>2008-08-01T19:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:07.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse of Real Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SJPIlwT2LnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dJmTg491sCM/s1600-h/i-believe-in-god-532-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229744143256137330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="186" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SJPIlwT2LnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dJmTg491sCM/s400/i-believe-in-god-532-3.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The words that encouraged me to seek God's holy book came first from my sister and my relatives. Their passion for Him is what I know makes the good in them became best as they'd face life with God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 years ago, I really know too little about Him, I'd even thought they were two individual.. That Jesus is not God, that Jesus died because people were bad and killed him and that's why were sinful.. too shallow is it to think like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I have been invited in a camp that became the stepping stone of seeing myself having passion to know Him deeply. And left something strange that makes me always wanting to be in church, my heart do feel at home. I communicate with Him and began to have a personal faith instead of just believing. Now, Im commiting myself to God, to Jesus.. A commitment that I will cherish forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking back, I remember how affected I am when m family misunderstand each other, thought them as thoughtless. The times my naughtiness leads me to a quarrels, to a fights with others. The times I cried not because of physical hurting but more of emotional burden. There was no Him at that time.. and it was so hard... I made many wrong doings and had driven many people to no good. Letting Him enter my life is not easy, one reason was the pressure I got from peers, and result, my spiritual life did not grow. It remained static. I cried out to God and asked him, 'are you there'?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After my mom's accident. A miracle happened. A life saved. I'm so thankful that my mom didn't lose hope and able to recover fast and walk again. God has been so good to me. He gave me hope, a purpose to live, and peace. Now I know that every trials has a purpose! Letting you fall doesn't mean He doesn't love you. Having experienced Jesus's saving power, my eyes were opened and love to have God with me in this chapter of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Life changed instantly. Things I considered of major importance previously, changed, now I no longer focus on it. I realized how important God is to our lives. I find myself often in tears as the Holy Spirit shows me the deeper meaning of a line of the Word. I realized I still have far to go. I am still a child, physically not, but spiritually. I'm proud to be a Christian.. In the name of Jesus Christ, our Saviour. To God Be the Glory...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-1391602929379351910?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/1391602929379351910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=1391602929379351910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/1391602929379351910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/1391602929379351910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2008/08/glimpse-of-real-me.html' title='A Glimpse of Real Me'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SJPIlwT2LnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/dJmTg491sCM/s72-c/i-believe-in-god-532-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-4296514528730013766</id><published>2008-04-12T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:08.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My YGCCamp Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SAD4zcKzu1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/sQDrDq3fT2U/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188420333349354322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SAD4zcKzu1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/sQDrDq3fT2U/s320/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thank the Lord for giving me the opportunity to join this camp. My first with YGC (Youth Gospel Center). In this camp. I've heard very meaningful messages from great pastors and spent quality time with my counselors. I've also met new cute friends, cool roommates, ate good food and met a counselor who became my brother in this camp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will remember the messages heard and friendships made the good and sad times. I learned that knowing the real problem leads to the right solution. I now better know who God is -that only He can save us. So I now want to spend more time with Him, as well as submit to and follow Him always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've confess my sins and I am going to start loving God with all my heart. I'm also asking Him to help me love others at the right time. As a result of attending this camp, I will spend more time with the Bible, love Him with all my heart and follow His commands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-4296514528730013766?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/4296514528730013766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=4296514528730013766&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4296514528730013766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4296514528730013766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-ygccamp-testimony.html' title='My YGCCamp Testimony'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/SAD4zcKzu1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/sQDrDq3fT2U/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-4029376674151757857</id><published>2008-03-16T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:08.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to moved on... Letting Go ='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R9zNzlT4m7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/sCgCluV9UhI/s1600-h/_letting_go_by.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R9zNzlT4m7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/sCgCluV9UhI/s320/_letting_go_by.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178239957641763762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;If we contemplate desires and listen to them, we are     actually no longer attaching to them; we are just allowing them to be the way they are.     Then we come to the realization that the origin of suffering, desire, can be laid aside     and let go of.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How do you let go of things? This means you leave them as they are;     it does not mean you annihilate them or throw them away. It is more like setting down and     letting them be. Through the practice of letting go we realize that there is the origin of     suffering, which is the attachment to desire, and we realize that we should let go of     these three kinds of desire. Then we realize that we have let go of these desires; there     is no longer any attachment to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you find yourself attached, remember that ‘letting     go’ is not ‘getting rid of’ or ‘throwing away’. If I’m     holding onto this clock and you say, ‘Let go of it!’, that doesn’t mean     ‘throw it out’. I might think that I have to throw it away because I’m     attached to it, but that would just be the desire to get rid of it. We tend to think that     getting rid of the object is a way of getting rid of attachment. But if I can contemplate     attachment, this grasping of the clock, I realize that there is no point in getting rid of     it - it’s a good clock; it keeps good time and is not heavy to carry around. The     clock is not the problem. The problem is grasping the clock. So what do I do? Let it go,     lay it aside - put it down gently without any kind of aversion. Then I can pick it up     again, see what time it is and lay it aside when necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can apply this insight into ‘letting go’ to the desire     for sense pleasures. Maybe you want to have a lot of fun. How would you lay aside that     desire without any aversion? Simply recognize the desire without judging it. You can     contemplate wanting to get rid of it - because you feel guilty about having such a foolish     desire - but just lay it aside. Then, when you see it as it is, recognizing that it’s     just desire, you are no longer attached to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So the way is always working with the moments of daily life. When     you are feeling depressed and negative, just the moment that you refuse to indulge in that     feeling is an enlightenment experience. When you see &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;, you need not sink into     the sea of depression and despair and wallow in it. You can actually stop by learning not     to give things a second thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have to find this out through practice so that you will know for     yourself how to let go of the origin of suffering. Can you let go of desire by wanting to     let go of it? What is it that is really letting go in a given moment? You have to     contemplate the experience of letting go and really examine and investigate until the     insight comes. Keep with it until that insight comes: ‘Ah, letting go, yes, now I     understand. Desire is being let go of.’ This does not mean that you are going to let     go of desire forever but, at that one moment, you actually &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; let go and you     have done it in full conscious awareness. There is an insight then. This is what we call     insight knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had my first insight into letting go in my first year of     meditation. I figured out intellectually that you had to let go of everything and then I     thought: ‘How do you let go?’ It seemed impossible to let go of anything. I kept     on contemplating: ‘How do you let go?’ Then I would say, ‘You let go by     letting go.’ ‘Well then, let go!’ Then I would say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘But have I let go yet?’ and, ‘How do you let     go?’ ‘Well just let go!’ I went on like that, getting more frustrated. But     eventually it became obvious what was happening. If you try to analyse letting go in     detail, you get caught up in making it very complicated. It was not something that you     could figure out in words any more, but something you actually did. So I just let go for a     moment, just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now with personal problems and obsessions, to let go of them is just     that much. It is not a matter of analysing and endlessly making more of a problem about     them, but of practising that state of leaving things alone, letting go of them. At first,     you let go but then you pick them up again because the habit of grasping is so strong. But     at least you have the idea. Even when I had that insight into letting go, I let go for a     moment but then I started grasping by thinking: ‘I can’t do it, I have so many     bad habits!’ But don’t trust that kind of nagging, disparaging thing in     yourself. It is totally untrustworthy. It is just a matter of practising letting go. The     more you begin to see how to do it, then the more you are able to sustain the state of     non-attachment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-4029376674151757857?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/4029376674151757857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=4029376674151757857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4029376674151757857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4029376674151757857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-time-to-moved-on-letting-go.html' title='It&apos;s time to moved on... Letting Go =&apos;('/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R9zNzlT4m7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/sCgCluV9UhI/s72-c/_letting_go_by.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-1333013270312819844</id><published>2008-02-23T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:08.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R7_fpz0GYgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vNFZmnaGk5Q/s1600-h/forgiveness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R7_fpz0GYgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vNFZmnaGk5Q/s320/forgiveness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170096806620979714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I don't know if I continue, even today, always liking myself. But what I learned to do many years ago was to forgive myself. It is very important for every human being to forgive herself or himself because if you live, you will make mistakes- it is inevitable. But once you do and you see the mistake, then you forgive yourself and say, 'well, if I'd known better I'd have done better,' that's all. So you say to people who you think you may have injured, 'I'm sorry,' and then you say to yourself, 'I'm sorry.' If we all hold on to the mistake, we can't see our own glory in the mirror because we have the mistake between our faces and the mirror; we can't see what we're capable of being. You can ask forgiveness of others, but in the end the real forgiveness is in one's own self. I think that young men and women are so caught by the way they see themselves. Now mind you. When a larger society sees them as unattractive, as threats, as too black or too white or too poor or too fat or too thin or too sexual or too asexual, that's rough. But you can overcome that. The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself. If we don't have that we never grow, we never learn, and sure as hell we should never teach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-1333013270312819844?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/1333013270312819844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=1333013270312819844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/1333013270312819844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/1333013270312819844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-know-if-i-continue-even-today.html' title='Forgiveness!!'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R7_fpz0GYgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vNFZmnaGk5Q/s72-c/forgiveness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-5575763748032755428</id><published>2008-02-22T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:08.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still You... Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R7_Sxj0GYeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QgLn0WTdUCg/s1600-h/heart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170082646113804770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R7_Sxj0GYeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QgLn0WTdUCg/s320/heart.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204);font-size:85%;" &gt;I wrote your name on a paper but by an accident I threw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wrote your name on m hand but I washed it the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wrote your name in the sand but the waves washed it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wrote your name in my heart and forever it will stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hanging on your kiss&lt;br /&gt;feeling for your touch&lt;br /&gt;living on your love&lt;br /&gt;its all too much&lt;br /&gt;your love is so amazing&lt;br /&gt;your the best thing in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;It only took a minute, to let you in my life&lt;br /&gt;It only took a minute, for me to realize&lt;br /&gt;It only took a minute, and i knew just what to do&lt;br /&gt;It only to a minute to fall in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know how to say this&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just say it straight up&lt;br /&gt;I Love you more then words could say&lt;br /&gt;your all I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear by the moon and the stars in the sky I'll be there...&lt;br /&gt;I swear like the shadow that's by your side, I'll be there...&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse till death do us part...&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you with every beat of my heart, I swear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate the fact that I let you have so much control over me,&lt;br /&gt;with every sweet word you say; it melts me into a puddle of vulnerability. With every hug you give me, you make my knees buckle&lt;br /&gt;and every time you kiss me, my heart begins to race,&lt;br /&gt;as much as I hate being wrapped around your little finger,&lt;br /&gt;I love being in love with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will love you till forever&lt;br /&gt;until death do us part&lt;br /&gt;we'll be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;Give me your hand and I'll try to understand,&lt;br /&gt;I love you, so I can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;ain't nothing wrong with having someone to hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;I find that in your arms, I feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;I find that in your mind, I feel wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I find that in your eyes, I feel me.&lt;br /&gt;I find that in your heart, I feel love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are my everything There's nothing your Love won't bring&lt;br /&gt;My life is yours alone. The only love I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;Your spirit pulls me through when nothing else will do&lt;br /&gt;Every night I pray on bended knee that you will always be…&lt;br /&gt;My everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your still the one . . .&lt;br /&gt;Your still the one I run to&lt;br /&gt;The one that I belong to. . .&lt;br /&gt;Still the one I want for life,&lt;br /&gt;Your still the one that I love,&lt;br /&gt;The only one I dream of&lt;br /&gt;Your still the one I kiss goodnight...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad we made it.&lt;br /&gt;Look how far we've come my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;If a day should go by without me saying I love you,&lt;br /&gt;may never a day go by with out you knowing I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not my fault if I can't help looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;It's not my fault if I can't stop calling you.&lt;br /&gt;It's not my fault that I like you.&lt;br /&gt;My only mistake is falling so much in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes is when I see you&lt;br /&gt;Often is when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;Daily is when I talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Always is when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Never is when I'll stop caring for you...&lt;br /&gt;Special is how I define you&lt;br /&gt;Perfect is how I see you&lt;br /&gt;Honestly is how I speak to you&lt;br /&gt;Dearly is how I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Truly is how I love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do swear that I'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything and everything I will always care&lt;br /&gt;through weakness and strength happiness &amp;amp; sorrow&lt;br /&gt;for better or for worse I will love you&lt;br /&gt;with every beat of my heart&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/4655784900739201619-5575763748032755428?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/5575763748032755428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=5575763748032755428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/5575763748032755428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/5575763748032755428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2008/02/still-you-why.html' title='Still You... Why?'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R7_Sxj0GYeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QgLn0WTdUCg/s72-c/heart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-1543074420345387663</id><published>2008-02-06T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:08.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R6lzzHZiiqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kDBt_dEgYio/s1600-h/cute-emo-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R6lzzHZiiqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kDBt_dEgYio/s320/cute-emo-23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163785769753676450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry" &gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amazing, is the feeling that u get after a nice,long,deep,&amp;amp; constructive conversation with people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've just had one of those today, and for once since very,very long, I came home at the end of an outing with something to think about, rather than just an emptiness with no recollection of why I was laughing so hard...u know that feeling??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the first time in so long, my I'm both emotionally and intellectually satisfied with an outing with friends of my age range.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;dir&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wut I liked about the conversations I had with my friends today, was that they were much deeper than the usual stuff we normally talked about... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We were discussing politics and relationships and jobs n even culture....I was still having as much fun as I'd have had if we were joking about absolutely nothing (infact, this was even more fun!)...only this time I could remember wut it is I was laughing about, as I walked home!!!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dir&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm feeling very much satisfied, and that's not a feeling I get too often...which just goes to show that unless ur mind is having fun,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's no use trying to cheer ur soul up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to move on and forget the pass...There are things that we never want to let go of, people we never want to leave behind. But keep in mind that letting go isn’t the end of the world, it’s the beginning of a new life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-1543074420345387663?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/1543074420345387663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=1543074420345387663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/1543074420345387663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/1543074420345387663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2008/02/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R6lzzHZiiqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kDBt_dEgYio/s72-c/cute-emo-23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-7526650756944587834</id><published>2008-01-23T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:09.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the only One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R5c2Y3ZiipI/AAAAAAAAAN8/meqjcCoftKU/s1600-h/raf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R5c2Y3ZiipI/AAAAAAAAAN8/meqjcCoftKU/s200/raf2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158651698992024210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You touched my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You touched my soul.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Goodbye my lover.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&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/4655784900739201619-7526650756944587834?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/7526650756944587834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=7526650756944587834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/7526650756944587834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/7526650756944587834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-are-only-one.html' title='You are the only One'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R5c2Y3ZiipI/AAAAAAAAAN8/meqjcCoftKU/s72-c/raf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-5798401989244720285</id><published>2008-01-23T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:09.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R5cziHZiioI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CmVSQUyXyWU/s1600-h/raf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R5cziHZiioI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CmVSQUyXyWU/s320/raf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158648559370930818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In my experiences with “goodbyes,” I have accepted a definition in understanding the reason for goodbyes. Goodbyes are endings to new beginnings.From the moment we let go of a person or event and say “farewell,” a second later, we are thinking differently or making different plans that are new to our lives.I begin to question why it is hard to say “goodbye” knowing in my mind that new life experiences will be the result.Often times the newness is good and beneficial. I think that maybe it is hard to say goodbye because I’m a creature of habit. So, as it is hard to break a habit, it is hard to say goodbye to the “normal” or expected.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My life has changed so much already, as a result, of many goodbyes, and as I look back, I do not regret any of my choices. I should think more about the new choices more then the goodbye itself, and I should stop beating myself up about what I could have done…. I’m a stronger person because of my ability to build from my choices. I never felt I would not be successful, but I have felt like I could have made better choices. I’m beginning to understand the it is not the various choices I could have made, but the choices I am making from my “goodbyes” that mean more to my life.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;today I look in the mirror…I am happy, and I am not lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-5798401989244720285?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/5798401989244720285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=5798401989244720285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/5798401989244720285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/5798401989244720285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-my-friends.html' title='Goodbye my Friends'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R5cziHZiioI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CmVSQUyXyWU/s72-c/raf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-8367353944764373617</id><published>2008-01-18T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:09.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Testimonial to My BestFriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R5FUyFO2GvI/AAAAAAAAANs/kDKcRpTe8eM/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R5FUyFO2GvI/AAAAAAAAANs/kDKcRpTe8eM/s400/friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156996267690564338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;You are one of the most beautiful, smart, talented people I have known, and your beauty lies in your honesty. One of my all time best friends in the world!!! There's so much I can say about this girl but I don't even know where to begin.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;One of the greatest friends one could ever ask for. Truly you have kept me sane. I could never be more thankful for having you in my life. Yes she is good looking, in some ways. She speaks well and with sense. A good friend, her words and advices really means something! One of the most interesting persons that everyone should meet and it'll be hard to forget this wonderful being! Truly a blessing from God!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Most of the time, all you can do is admire her for the things she is and will be capable of achieving. I'm proud to have met her. This person is really someone who'll be there for you, cheer you up, and inspire you. For all of you that know her, count yourself lucky and for those of you that don't... well, take the time to add her to your list of friends.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Well continue to serve God, study hard, friends4ever, good luck:P God bless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-8367353944764373617?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/8367353944764373617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=8367353944764373617&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8367353944764373617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8367353944764373617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-testimonial-to-my-bestfriend.html' title='My Testimonial to My BestFriend'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R5FUyFO2GvI/AAAAAAAAANs/kDKcRpTe8eM/s72-c/friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-586056857008297302</id><published>2008-01-09T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:10.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Most Challenging Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R4T1NlO2GqI/AAAAAAAAANE/pU10KDwxd8c/s1600-h/let+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R4T1NlO2GqI/AAAAAAAAANE/pU10KDwxd8c/s200/let+go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153513487300172450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;She was the most important women of my life. During that time my world stop. She is all and everything to me. She is the challenge I tried to pursue. A dream beyond any expectation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the women of my dream. The epitome of womanhood. Pretty, charming, intelligent, responsible and talented. The challenge made my life more colorful. From a small crush, my admiration of her grew. The way she smile, the way she moves, the way she talk, the way she carry herself, the way she perform her responsibility caught me totally and completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;She had made my life. And then she is gone... I am in pain. I lost her to a childhood friend. Yet I know I have to move on. I know she is happy and seeing her content made me strong. She is the best challenge I have overcome. To learn to let go. To live again amidst pain. That is a challenge worth learning from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-586056857008297302?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/586056857008297302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=586056857008297302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/586056857008297302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/586056857008297302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-most-challenging-experience.html' title='My Most Challenging Experience'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R4T1NlO2GqI/AAAAAAAAANE/pU10KDwxd8c/s72-c/let+go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-8234454067916764217</id><published>2007-12-20T01:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:10.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R2o2D1O2GnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_fET_1mdpNg/s1600-h/snow+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R2o2D1O2GnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_fET_1mdpNg/s320/snow+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145984963681065586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is the true meaning of Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[This originally occured as a response a friend's post on his blog page. He had rightly pointed out that the "true meaning of Christmas" is often lost today. However, the point I am making is that the "meaning of Christmas" IS equal to "the birth of Christ." Christmas wasn't meant to celebrate the life and resurrection of Christ. The reason for the birth of Christ WAS about more than just the birth of another baby... but the holiday of Christmas was meant to celebrate this birth... so let's not beat up Christmas for peoples' misunderstandings of the total importance of the Christian faith. Anyway, here's my post...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I enjoyed the blog, but lately with all the talk I hear about people "missing the meaning of Christmas," I agree and disagree. I agree with the fact that many people miss the point of Christmas - like you said: Christmas has become commericial and all about money, etc. However, many Christians in an effort to "bring people back to the true meaning of Christmas" commit a subtle error (in my opinion, anyway).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Here's the way the argument breaks down in my mind: 1) Christmas is the most popular, upfront Christian holiday and it has to do with the birth of Jesus Christ; 2) We, as Christians, know that Christianity is about much more than just the birth of Jesus (as you have rightly pointed out); 3) People are missing this point that Christianity is about more than a birth; 4) Therefore, to argue against this tendency, we correct people by saying that the "true meaning of Christmas is about more than a birth." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I think the heart behind this is good, but I think we end up attacking Christmas for the wrong reasons. I feel more comfortable with claiming the following to statements:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Christianity (not Christmas) is about more than a birth - the resurrection is key."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"The true meaning of Christmas (that being the BIRTH of Christ) has indeed been lost in our culture as a whole because of the commercial focus of the season."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My issue, I suppose is that believers often wrongly think: the meaning of Christmas = the meaning of Christianity. This isn't true at all. Christianity is just a holiday that we have set up (not even in the right time of year, mind you) to celebrate the birth of Christ. From my understanding, it wasn't even a celebrated holiday until the 4th Century. Before that, Easter was the main Christian holiday and the birth wasn't even celebrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I guess my beef is just this: Christmas is a HOLIDAY meant for us to celebrate the birth of Christ. Has the meaning of this holiday been lost? Yeah, I think so. But, let's not attack Christmas because people misunderstand that Christianity is about more than a birth. The holiday of Christmas is meant to celebrate one aspect of Christianity and it isn't meant to teach people about the sum total of Christian belief and practice. Was the reason that Jesus was born in order to die and resurrect? Yeah, and that is why Christmas wasn't even celebrated for hundreds of years while Easter was. So, in our arguing against misunderstandings about the Christian faith, let's not say more about the holiday of Christmas than what is meant to signify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-8234454067916764217?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/8234454067916764217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=8234454067916764217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8234454067916764217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8234454067916764217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas?'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R2o2D1O2GnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_fET_1mdpNg/s72-c/snow+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-6166905242853862121</id><published>2007-12-20T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T01:31:42.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-6166905242853862121?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/6166905242853862121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=6166905242853862121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/6166905242853862121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/6166905242853862121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/12/cristmas.html' title=''/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-5705579463860605123</id><published>2007-12-20T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:10.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R2oyTVO2GlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wmxb0xQA8ro/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R2oyTVO2GlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wmxb0xQA8ro/s320/life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145980831922526802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Life offers different passage of thinking. Science open our mind to the wonders of natural and physical dimensions of things. Philosophy open our mind to the different way people and culture mended together. Religion open our mind to the reason of life, it's purpose and meaning. Both these cognitive disciplines, help us understand ourselves better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Our quest for what is good and true and beautiful in life give us a better sense of accomplishment. for if we are to live life, we want to better improve things. For living entails us to grow, to develop and nurture far beyond ourselves. To dream for beyond what we now know and understand. To reach the unreachable stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-5705579463860605123?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/5705579463860605123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=5705579463860605123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/5705579463860605123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/5705579463860605123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/12/life.html' title='Life?'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R2oyTVO2GlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/wmxb0xQA8ro/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-4093292950248199850</id><published>2007-11-24T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:10.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R0gJ4OBxffI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-oL0y4FoEag/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136366236458909170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R0gJ4OBxffI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-oL0y4FoEag/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recently I read a book of a love story, in&lt;br /&gt;which there was a very beautiful young lady&lt;br /&gt;working in a vineyard. The vineyard was&lt;br /&gt;owned by some very wealthy, influential king.&lt;br /&gt;Because of working outside in the vineyards,&lt;br /&gt;the weather and sun had darkened her&lt;br /&gt;skin, and she thought that she no longer&lt;br /&gt;looked feminine. She wanted to please her&lt;br /&gt;“Beloved” and since she was tanned from&lt;br /&gt;working outside, she thought he wouldn’t be&lt;br /&gt;pleased with her appearance. She was in love&lt;br /&gt;and she wanted to do anything and everything&lt;br /&gt;to please him.&lt;br /&gt;Her brothers, having discovered her love&lt;br /&gt;for her “Beloved,” tried to break up the relationship&lt;br /&gt;so they sent her up north where she&lt;br /&gt;was now working, in order to separate and&lt;br /&gt;put distance between her and her Beloved.&lt;br /&gt;She left her own home, and her own vineyard&lt;br /&gt;and was working someone else’s vineyard.&lt;br /&gt;Her courtship was with a very handsome&lt;br /&gt;young man, and he, himself was also working,&lt;br /&gt;doing pastural work, as a shepherd, feeding&lt;br /&gt;a flock, in another city.&lt;br /&gt;He was trying to provide for himself and&lt;br /&gt;also for her, as they planned to marry as soon&lt;br /&gt;as they could. The thing that attracted each of&lt;br /&gt;them in their relationship was not a physical&lt;br /&gt;attraction but it was in the soul.&lt;br /&gt;Now they had been dating and courting&lt;br /&gt;for some time as they were waiting for the&lt;br /&gt;right time for them to be married. In their&lt;br /&gt;courtship they spent time banqueting and&lt;br /&gt;they enjoyed taking a picnic together. They&lt;br /&gt;took full advantage of the time they had&lt;br /&gt;together and made it quality time.&lt;br /&gt;Through this courtship and romance they&lt;br /&gt;had come to know that there was no doubt&lt;br /&gt;that they were right for each other. She knew&lt;br /&gt;that he was designed for her and he knew&lt;br /&gt;that she was designed for him.&lt;br /&gt;This recognition was their protection, and&lt;br /&gt;they both had no fear of any other person&lt;br /&gt;being able to take either her place or his place&lt;br /&gt;in this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;She knew that she belonged to him, and&lt;br /&gt;she knew that he belonged to her. She knew&lt;br /&gt;that he was one out of a thousand, the fairest&lt;br /&gt;of thousands. The more they were apart, the&lt;br /&gt;more they longed for each other.&lt;br /&gt;Absence didn’t make the heart to wander.&lt;br /&gt;Absence just proved that they were right for&lt;br /&gt;each other, distance did not cancel out their&lt;br /&gt;love for one another. He could be where he&lt;br /&gt;was, and she could be where she was, and&lt;br /&gt;they had confidence because he was in her&lt;br /&gt;soul and she was in his soul.&lt;br /&gt;The more they were apart, the greater&lt;br /&gt;became their desire to be together.&lt;br /&gt;In her longing for her “Shepherd-Lover,”&lt;br /&gt;she wished that he could be one of her brothers,&lt;br /&gt;so that he could be living in the same&lt;br /&gt;house with her and her mother and her&lt;br /&gt;brothers, so that she could see him every day.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to share the affection that there&lt;br /&gt;is in family among brothers and sisters. She&lt;br /&gt;wanted to be with him, not even as her husband;&lt;br /&gt;but the relationship merely as a brother.&lt;br /&gt;She knew that her desire was for him and&lt;br /&gt;his desire was for her.&lt;br /&gt;Being apart so much of the time, one&lt;br /&gt;night, the Shepherd-Lover couldn’t take it&lt;br /&gt;any longer and so he decided to visit her. He&lt;br /&gt;couldn’t stay away.&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived in her room, she was&lt;br /&gt;asleep. He opened the door and whispered to&lt;br /&gt;her, but he decided it would be better if he&lt;br /&gt;left, so he left, protecting her from both himself&lt;br /&gt;and her, being so emotionally involved.&lt;br /&gt;He left without even touching or kissing&lt;br /&gt;her, protecting her virginity.&lt;br /&gt;But she awoke and sensed that he was in&lt;br /&gt;her room. She heard his voice, and she&lt;br /&gt;became excited because love is tone oriented.&lt;br /&gt;She could smell his aroma as she reached for&lt;br /&gt;the door knob and it was familiar and exciting&lt;br /&gt;to her.&lt;br /&gt;He left and she went out looking for him,&lt;br /&gt;but she couldn’t find him. She knew that his&lt;br /&gt;love for her was protective and protected her&lt;br /&gt;by not taking advantage of her when she was&lt;br /&gt;extremely vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;Their relationship was challenged not&lt;br /&gt;only by her brothers trying to separate them,&lt;br /&gt;but the king on whose estate she was working,&lt;br /&gt;was causing them some problems.&lt;br /&gt;When he saw how beautiful she was, he&lt;br /&gt;was attracted by her beauty and he tried to&lt;br /&gt;entice her and win her away from her&lt;br /&gt;Shepherd-Lover, to make her one of the many&lt;br /&gt;ladies in his harem.&lt;br /&gt;He tried to attract her with all his possessions,&lt;br /&gt;he was the richest man on the Earth and&lt;br /&gt;had everything and he tried to win her, not&lt;br /&gt;only with wealth, but also offered her a prominent&lt;br /&gt;position, as being a queen, the first lady.&lt;br /&gt;He tried to win her with money, riches,&lt;br /&gt;fame, and honour.&lt;br /&gt;His vineyard produced thousands upon&lt;br /&gt;thousands of dollars, he had 60 men who carried&lt;br /&gt;him around in a chair, any where he went.&lt;br /&gt;He had his own army. His men were expert&lt;br /&gt;in war, and they rode in ornate chariots, made&lt;br /&gt;of silver and gold with purple coverings.&lt;br /&gt;He had so much money he didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;what to do with it next, so he tried to bribe&lt;br /&gt;this young lady and give her anything and&lt;br /&gt;everything that she could ever hope or dream&lt;br /&gt;of when it comes to being rich and famous.&lt;br /&gt;Besides offering her the whole world, he&lt;br /&gt;tried to win her by flattery, and he began to&lt;br /&gt;tell her how beautiful she was physically. He&lt;br /&gt;began describing her very graphically.&lt;br /&gt;It was like he was going up and down her&lt;br /&gt;body as he described her. He mentions her&lt;br /&gt;eyes, and how rich and beautiful her hair&lt;br /&gt;was, and that her teeth are white and that not&lt;br /&gt;one tooth was missing or broken.&lt;br /&gt;He speaks of her lips and her voice, and&lt;br /&gt;how she speaks, and the temples in her head&lt;br /&gt;and how her hair falls so beautifully over&lt;br /&gt;them. He speaks of her neck and breasts and&lt;br /&gt;thighs and naval and feet.&lt;br /&gt;He is totally occupied with her physical&lt;br /&gt;appearance, but doesn’t love her or even know&lt;br /&gt;what she is really like, He is just attracted to&lt;br /&gt;her physically.&lt;br /&gt;Flattery from the wrong man is insulting&lt;br /&gt;and obnoxious, but from the Right-Man it is&lt;br /&gt;exciting, magnifying, and fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;This king has everything and he wants&lt;br /&gt;everything and sees this beautiful woman&lt;br /&gt;and he wants to add her to his collection, but&lt;br /&gt;this is something he can’t have, and this frustrated&lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;br /&gt;He has 1,000 women in his harem, and&lt;br /&gt;she would be 1,001, But if a thousand won’t&lt;br /&gt;do it, one more won’t. But one will.&lt;br /&gt;But this young lady working in his vineyard&lt;br /&gt;remains faithful to her beloved and she&lt;br /&gt;resists his advances and fast lines, because of&lt;br /&gt;having her beloved in her soul, fulfilling and&lt;br /&gt;completing her.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the other ladies in the palace try&lt;br /&gt;to put pressure on her, and try to get her to&lt;br /&gt;push herself on her beloved to force him to&lt;br /&gt;marry her before the right time to be married.&lt;br /&gt;They try to convince her to go to the field&lt;br /&gt;where her Shepherd-Lover is feeding the&lt;br /&gt;flock, to visit him while he is on the job while&lt;br /&gt;he is working and try to entice him to marry&lt;br /&gt;her now. They think it is right for them to&lt;br /&gt;marry and they think that now is the right time.&lt;br /&gt;There is a Right-Man and a Right-Woman&lt;br /&gt;and there is a right time&lt;br /&gt;A relationship can be destroyed by a premature&lt;br /&gt;marriage, not giving any time for&lt;br /&gt;growth and maturity especially on the man’s&lt;br /&gt;part.&lt;br /&gt;With all these obstacles facing her, she&lt;br /&gt;waited and waited for the right time. She&lt;br /&gt;knew she had her Right-Man.&lt;br /&gt;With her brothers trying to break them up,&lt;br /&gt;with the king trying to turn her head wit&lt;br /&gt;fame and fortune, and these ladies trying to&lt;br /&gt;push her into an immature marriage, she&lt;br /&gt;waits ...&lt;br /&gt;When he visited her, she went out looking&lt;br /&gt;for him. But she couldn’t find him. She wandered&lt;br /&gt;through the streets even asking the&lt;br /&gt;policemen if they had seen him and they said&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;She finally found him, and when she&lt;br /&gt;found him, she brought him home to her&lt;br /&gt;mother, but not as a brother, as she one time&lt;br /&gt;had wished. But she held him and would not&lt;br /&gt;let him go and took him into her mother’s&lt;br /&gt;chamber where she was first conceived.&lt;br /&gt;Soul love always precedes sex love before&lt;br /&gt;the marriage is consummated. The recognition&lt;br /&gt;and identification is in the soul, and sex&lt;br /&gt;is just one of many expressions of love.&lt;br /&gt;The shepherd lover tells her the time is&lt;br /&gt;right and he proposes marriage.&lt;br /&gt;He says, Rise up my love, my fair (beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;one, and come away.&lt;br /&gt;They both know that the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;And he repeats the invitation.&lt;br /&gt;Rise up, my love, my fair (beautiful) one,&lt;br /&gt;and come away.&lt;br /&gt;And she responds by saying, “Make haste,&lt;br /&gt;My beloved.”&lt;br /&gt;And they ride off into the sunset and live&lt;br /&gt;happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;“I am my beloveds. And my beloved is&lt;br /&gt;mine.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4655784900739201619-4093292950248199850?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/4093292950248199850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=4093292950248199850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4093292950248199850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4093292950248199850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/R0gJ4OBxffI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-oL0y4FoEag/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-1249862281130262374</id><published>2007-10-24T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:10.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125149172173907282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RyAwBJRQJVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_yLsljVpODA/s320/ffy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;“Best Friends Forever!” Sounds familiar? I’m sure it does. I’m positive that everyone once had had a best friend at some point in their lives – whether as an adolescent, a teenager, or even an adult. What is a best friend? It is clearly someone who will listen to your thoughts, your complaints and someone who will share your emotions with you, someone you’re able to offer full trust and someone that you love dearly. This type of best friend is commonly revealed in films and television shows, but realistically, how often would we meet these types of people? How often would you meet a person that will almost always be there for you? Regardless of being a teenager or not, a true friend will remain a true friend. Yet, I do admit friends are best to be discovered during the teenage phase, considering that during this ten-year teen phase, we [teens] are changing. We become exposed to a slightly different lifestyle, we discover ourselves within the margins of conformists or within ourselves, and we struggle to define ourselves and what we truly believe. I have had many friends. I’ve lost some and I’ve gained some. They come and go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-1249862281130262374?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/1249862281130262374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=1249862281130262374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/1249862281130262374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/1249862281130262374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/10/forever.html' title='Forever!!'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RyAwBJRQJVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_yLsljVpODA/s72-c/ffy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-6748889244222293203</id><published>2007-09-21T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:10.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes on Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RvPhx0iPHBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QjTPTtmvu_4/s1600-h/eyes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112678248027724818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RvPhx0iPHBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QjTPTtmvu_4/s320/eyes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eyes on Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;( Faye Wong )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever sang my songs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the stage, on my own &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever said my words &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing they would be heard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw you smiling at me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was it real or just my fantasy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd always be there in the corner &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of this tiny little bar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My last night here for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Same old songs, just once more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My last night here with you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe yes, maybe no &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kind of liked it your way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How you shyly placed your eyes on me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, did you ever know? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I had mine on you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling, so there you are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With that look on your face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if you're never hurt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if you're never down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall I be the one for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who pinches you softly but sure &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If frown is shown then &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will know that you are no dreamer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let me come to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close as I wanna be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close enough for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To feel your heart beating fast &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And stay there as I whisper &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I loved your peaceful eyes on me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you ever know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I had mine on you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling, so share with me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love if you have enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your tears if you're holding back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or pain if that's what it is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can I let you know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm more than the dress and the voice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just reach me out then &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will know that you're not dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4655784900739201619-6748889244222293203?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/6748889244222293203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=6748889244222293203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/6748889244222293203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/6748889244222293203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/09/eyes-on-me.html' title='Eyes on Me'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RvPhx0iPHBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QjTPTtmvu_4/s72-c/eyes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-3090127723183907134</id><published>2007-09-20T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:11.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>''Tears of War''</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RvPZTUiPG_I/AAAAAAAAALk/F1mjfWIZ928/s1600-h/tow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RvPZTUiPG_I/AAAAAAAAALk/F1mjfWIZ928/s200/tow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112668927948692466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Tears 0f War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;by: Rafael Enrico Sy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are tears to being a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tears no man can cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Women cried is pain at cause of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and bore each pain out of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Man cried is war at cause of death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and fight each pain out of honor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity to what end to we want these,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;or it is the pain that cause the war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The war that cause the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;can time really erase the tears of war?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;An history ever regret the plight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Of man and women against man's inhumanity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Against his fellow man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Can God ever forget man's crime against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;humanity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Humanity to what end to me want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;these tears to end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-3090127723183907134?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/3090127723183907134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=3090127723183907134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/3090127723183907134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/3090127723183907134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/09/tears-of-war.html' title='&apos;&apos;Tears of War&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RvPZTUiPG_I/AAAAAAAAALk/F1mjfWIZ928/s72-c/tow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-727870532344954879</id><published>2007-09-20T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:11.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping 0ne Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112309107953677362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RvKSDCmStDI/AAAAAAAAALM/5ZoviuP8CoY/s400/heo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The family is the basic unit of our society. In the Philippines, families are basically closely - knitted. We tend to take care of each other more responsively. We stand by each other in times of needs and trials. Laugh and dance together in family re-union, weddings, fiesta's etc. We are motivated by the idea that time spent together as a family and as a member of a group of healthy individual will result in a stronger family unit, giving each other, especially the children a greater sence of society in the family, in society and also in God. Maybe that could be one of the basic reason why the Philippine stand to be more of less 90% a christian society. We grow up basically as a family nurtured in the belief that God is a part of us, a member even the head of our family. Today, as we travel in diffirent direction in our lives, as we go on further with our goals in life.It is still the family that give us so much hope as we take part in educating ourselves, interacting with our friends and neighbor, take part in our responsibility to society and give to our God. All these we do because we believe in ourselves that tommorow because of our dream we will grow and make our nation great again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-727870532344954879?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/727870532344954879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=727870532344954879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/727870532344954879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/727870532344954879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/09/helping-0ne-another.html' title='Helping 0ne Another'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RvKSDCmStDI/AAAAAAAAALM/5ZoviuP8CoY/s72-c/heo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-8612736448101830849</id><published>2007-08-14T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:11.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RsKZB0vVtLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/OGQF39QE35c/s1600-h/11111.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098805984752940210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RsKZB0vVtLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/OGQF39QE35c/s320/11111.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Have you ever fallen in love? Have the pain caused you to feel miserable? All of us have our fair share of loving. To love and be love is the most splendor of all. The beauty of which when shared with equal sensitivities bought to life an intensity and passion so unlike any human emotion.&lt;br /&gt;Loving entails us to give of ourselves. To share our dreams. To create a world of our own. To express the different sides of our being. All of these gives us a glimpse of the person we are. Our different value and views, our stand and position, our fight for a place under the sun, our friends and association, our religous belief, social status, our political stand, our economical background, our family upbringing and our financial capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;Our faith in love create in us a dream of a life shared all of these are integral part of ourselves and our loveone. The beending of two minds, two emotions, two bodies, two feelings, and two souls. Once we found ourselves falling in love and foresee the future ahead with these person, we start to share our innermost feeling. What we are inside we tend to express potrey. Yet sinpili of these, somehow along the wad we lost our sight of our love, we lost the faith to carry on. We give in to a love once so beautiful and loving.&lt;br /&gt;Once we love we should find the time, the passion and the determination to go on living and fighting for that person. For love to go on we should learn to nurture each other with time, consideration, our faith in our love one, faith in ourselves and faith in God can be a strong ground for love to florish. It has to workboth ways. It has to be a nutual.&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind, it's not jealous or filled with pride, does not boast and is not rude, has no selfish attitude, keeps its anger in control, is not easily provoked. Now, until the end of time, Faith survives and stand forever, Hope can live and breathe forever, Love endures forever, but the greatest of these is love, when sinned against, does not keep track, doesn't think of paying it back. Does not delight when evil rules, instead rejoices in the truth, ready to defend a friend, ready to believe the best, always hopes and always trusts, never ever will give up. Faith is Love brought us the greatness of the human spirit in it's quest for a life worth giving and living for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-8612736448101830849?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/8612736448101830849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=8612736448101830849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8612736448101830849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8612736448101830849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/08/faith-in-love.html' title='Faith in Love'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RsKZB0vVtLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/OGQF39QE35c/s72-c/11111.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-9063335025416200255</id><published>2007-08-14T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:12.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Desires, Thanks My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098802686218056850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RsKWB0vVtJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Pq15iuK2PJ0/s320/desire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I tire from walking, the raindrops hit my face, out here chasing an uncatchable dream. I can see deep into your eyes, like the bubbling water in depths of a dark sea. You're calling out to me. I'm right here. Where should I go to satisfy these desires? Let's get home, and then tommorow will you smile and say "Everything is All Right"? I call out your name, I'll give you a warm embrace, just close your eyes and remember our childhood days. You make up for the areas that I am lacking Ive forgotten all about the sad times, so I'm not scared at all. Now I've lied, and I feel remose... Somehow, I managed to grow up. Now I feel ashamed, and I nervously sweat. But even still, I've found a reason to continue the dream. I scorch my soul. I'm yelling out to the heaven! If I just open that door, I'll be saved. Let's meet that dream on the dark side of the moon. We'll be laughing in our bare feet. Now if I can just tell this to my heart, this desires will be satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-9063335025416200255?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/9063335025416200255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=9063335025416200255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/9063335025416200255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/9063335025416200255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/08/past-desires-thanks-my-friend.html' title='Past Desires, Thanks My Friend'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RsKWB0vVtJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Pq15iuK2PJ0/s72-c/desire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-890836992672318775</id><published>2007-08-14T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:12.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together We Can Make it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RsHDOEvVtHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/chdxaNo1NAI/s1600-h/friend.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098570899717993586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RsHDOEvVtHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/chdxaNo1NAI/s320/friend.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Trying to touch that which we could not see and that which we did'nt know hurt more that we could have known. I just wanted to cry and get the hell out of there but that how I am, so don't think you're the only one. There's no such thing as wasted effort or a pointless encounter. So just put up your faith... No matter how far I reach out. I can't reach that by myself, but if we held hands, we'd grab it in a second. We keep missing each other and having misunderstandings. And we agrue with one another in order to build our trust. Even though I'm drenched in tears after you hurt me today. Let's keep moving on to a future together. Even when we graduate and get old. You'll still be you and I'll still be me. The sky above us will continue on forever and they'll be nothing to stand in our way. Whatever I'm lacking, you'll give to me. And whatever you're missing. I'll make you complete. Friends Forever.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-890836992672318775?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/890836992672318775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=890836992672318775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/890836992672318775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/890836992672318775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/08/together-we-can-make-it.html' title='Together We Can Make it'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RsHDOEvVtHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/chdxaNo1NAI/s72-c/friend.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-5004909636252487934</id><published>2007-08-09T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:13.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience Having A First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RrtUsUvVtEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UwpH-hrisLI/s1600-h/love2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096760523758089282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RrtUsUvVtEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UwpH-hrisLI/s320/love2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Loving one together gives so much inspiration. Each day pass by as if things suddenly become a special occasion. A simple, a gesture of kindness, a touch of comfort means so much for us. Having love for the first time gives us a different feeling of joy at the same time pain.&lt;br /&gt;The child has turn into a new man. As I recalled the occasion I can't but feel overwhelmed at learning to love that girl. In her I have found the women of my dreams. She was a picture of a beautiful flower to me. A purple lavender, so beautiful, so charming and gentle. Her skin so soft, her lips ever smiling, her nose small but pointed and her eyes tantalizing and beluitching. She walk graceful as a gizelle, her body as slewder bamboo lade free flowing with the breeze of the wind, so undemanding yet strong and fexible. It was this strength of her that make me cling to her. Like a babe in his mother's arm I want to hold her. She was a picture of a bright and intelligence women of today. A rare specimen of her kind. Yet as time went by, she remain but a picture for me to behold.&lt;br /&gt;I love her so much. I see her as a queen in my life. Even if I let her fell my intention yet it remain to be like friendship. Today is not yet the right time. Even if I know deep within her my love is being reaprented I will rather finish my education and prepare the future for us. When that time come after graduation and the feeling remain nutual, I know that our love have sees us though the passage of time, different obstacle and trials... then it is really love meant for both of us. An everlasting love ment to be nurtued to bloom more intensely and personality.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to my dear angel. Our love can wait. The time will come when I am able to stand strong by myself, to give you the best life can offer then I will come back for us. ''Help me God.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-5004909636252487934?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/5004909636252487934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=5004909636252487934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/5004909636252487934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/5004909636252487934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/08/experience-having-first-love.html' title='Experience Having A First Love'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RrtUsUvVtEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UwpH-hrisLI/s72-c/love2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-4949066899383187993</id><published>2007-07-25T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:13.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest friend Smile ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096771385730380882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RrtekkvVtFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TuK7ri1Ylp4/s320/11113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was looking at you and you did'nt notice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dream that your mine. Your kissable lips and your shiny smile. Can been seen on the sky. Dont look at me or my heart will melt to say. Your smile, makes me fall in love with you. Everytime you move me my world stops. The song in my heart is for you. I hope you know my feelings about you. Some people hang on even their suppose to let go. You don't know that I love you. I hope you dont get mad. My heart is really in love it used to be a secret. Forever in love. We're still not that close but i'm still nervious. My heart screams your name. My heart only for you, is only for you. I love you enough to fight you, compromise for you, and sacrifice myself for you if need be. Enough to miss you incredibly when we're apart, no matter what length, of time it's for and regardless of the distance. Enough to believe in our friendship, to stand by it through the worse of times, to have faith in our strength as a friend, and never to give up on you. Enough to spend the rest of my life to you, be there for you when you need me or want me, and never, ever want to leave you or live without you. I love you this much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-4949066899383187993?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/4949066899383187993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=4949066899383187993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4949066899383187993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4949066899383187993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/07/experience-having-first-love.html' title='Dearest friend Smile ^_^'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RrtekkvVtFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TuK7ri1Ylp4/s72-c/11113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-7070984888274159324</id><published>2007-07-16T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:13.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RsKb9kvVtMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y8ltUOqbErE/s1600-h/inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098809210273379522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RsKb9kvVtMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y8ltUOqbErE/s320/inside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you could see inside my soul, see inside my heart, you would know how I long for you. Whenever we're apart, if you could see inside my head, if thoughts were things to seeyou would know how I cherish you. How much you mean to me. In all the ways you comfort me, the way you hold me near, the way you know just what to do, to chase away my fear. The sparkle in your beautiful eyes, your smile, laugh, your touch, are just a few of many reasons. I love you oh so much. Knowing I can talk to you, about any and everything and knowing together we will get, through whatever life may bring. I could search the whole world over and this I know is true. I would never find another love, like the love I found with you. Though with each new day, each sunrise. We can't know what's in store, there is one thing I know for sure, each day I love you more. So if you could see inside my head, if thoughts were things to see, you would know I blessed I feelto have you here with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-7070984888274159324?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/7070984888274159324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=7070984888274159324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/7070984888274159324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/7070984888274159324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/07/faith-in-love.html' title='Inside of Me'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RsKb9kvVtMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y8ltUOqbErE/s72-c/inside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-694572428959538722</id><published>2007-07-16T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:13.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Never Dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rpuo2VsjJNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nNwj54m9VsM/s1600-h/fff3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087845855535506642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rpuo2VsjJNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nNwj54m9VsM/s400/fff3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is Eternal, Love is Forever. Love Never Dies. Whatever is true, whatever is good, whatever is beautiful, think of these things. Because bornout of these thought, everything we do, everything we say, everything we feel makes loving a metamorhosis of a life worth living and dying for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love in its greatness open for us a better world. The finest measure of which cannot be held nor touch but can only be felt by the heart. Love nurture into us new visions and new horizons of that kind which encompasses everything, ''Love that is unconditional.'' ''Love that is redemptable.'' Love that flows freely without self. Love that give itself for the sake of others. Indeed, a passion of immeasurable grandeur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Endless in its capacity to give. Love enjoin us to share ourselves beyond the threshold of pain. Giving without expectation. Walking an extra mile. Sharing with compassion. Endless in its capacity to hope. Love let us see things in a lighter heart. To dream the impossible dream. To stand strong amidst all odd. To see hope in the eyes of everychild. To mend the broken pieces of a lost past. To forgive and forget. To let go. To live and let live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Endless in its capacity for faith. Love extend itself to believe in the goodness of the humanspirit, and to trust in the mercy of an omnipotent God. A love so great it was bought for us by an ever forgiving God. Faith in love is pure, gentle, kind, patient, joyful, peaceful and humble. Love commands us to be as the child in a manger. God in a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes! This love is everything. This is that love that encompasses. For these is no greater love than a man who is willing to give up his life so that others may live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-694572428959538722?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/694572428959538722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=694572428959538722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/694572428959538722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/694572428959538722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-never-dies.html' title='Love Never Dies'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rpuo2VsjJNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nNwj54m9VsM/s72-c/fff3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-4569220255683445094</id><published>2007-06-20T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:14.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She was My Choice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rnkf3gNPmeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/J9aaKuzNwbU/s1600-h/dove2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078125093235694050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rnkf3gNPmeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/J9aaKuzNwbU/s400/dove2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;She was perfect. The girl of my dreams. Smart, Pretty, Talented and Inteligent. As I look into her eyes, I knew that softness and getleness are so much a part of her nature. I was mezmerized as she sung among the church choir. At that Instant, I felt in love with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But everything become a big dream to me. I saw her face almost everyminute. My mind send pictures of a lovely girl, so very often that I started day dreaming and forget my studies. I look at my books but it is her face I see. I sung with the choir but my voice echoed the voice of an undying love song. All of these makes me feel unhappy and frustrated. I know I have to make a decision. My grades are falling. I am listless and silent the whole day and my classmates notice a difference. At the age of sixteen(16) years, I am still young to let love control my being. ''Let Go'' that's what i did. I stop writing love songs, the poems I wrote for her, I now put under my drawer. I cannot make a decision to court her right now. I want to finish my studies first. I want to go to college. I cannot love her and study without neglecting her. I don't want to hurt her by not giving her time and effort. I have a big future. To want to help my mother. She is now sick and still unable to walk. I want to help my brother and sisters. I can work after high school and study at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today, I know I made the right choice. We are both so young. We have to study first so we can have a bought future ahead. I know if we are both for each other, time will come that we can be together once more. God will open the way, in his time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4655784900739201619-4569220255683445094?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/4569220255683445094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=4569220255683445094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4569220255683445094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4569220255683445094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/06/she-was-my-choice.html' title='She was My Choice?'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rnkf3gNPmeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/J9aaKuzNwbU/s72-c/dove2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-4062528973861923487</id><published>2007-06-11T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:15.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Will Stay Here In My Heart Forever!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rm12pQNPmaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_mOXeUoucfg/s1600-h/lovelove.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074842806213646754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rm12pQNPmaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_mOXeUoucfg/s200/lovelove.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From open road album, love it has so many beautiful faces, sharing lives and sharing days, my love it had so many empty spaces, I'm sharing a memory now I hope thats how it stays, now I'm deep inside love and still breathing, she is holding my heart in her hand, I'm the closest Ive been to believing, this could be love forever, all throughout my life the reasons Ive demanded, but how can I reason with the reason Im a man, In a minute I'm needing to hold her, In an hour I'm cold, cold as stone, when she leaves it gets harder and harder to face life alone, now my dreams are filled with times when were together, guess what I need from her is forever love. Always and forever each moment with you It's just like a dream to me that somehow came true and I hope tomorrow will still be the same cause we got a life of love that won't ever change every day lend me your own special way melt all my heart away with a smile take time to tell me you really care and we'll share tomorrow together there'll always be sunshine when I look at you something I just can't explain It's the things that you do if you get lonely call me and take a second to give to me the magic you make. I'll always Love You Forever and Ever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-4062528973861923487?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/4062528973861923487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=4062528973861923487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4062528973861923487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4062528973861923487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-will-stay-here-in-my-heart-forever.html' title='You Will Stay Here In My Heart Forever!!'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rm12pQNPmaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_mOXeUoucfg/s72-c/lovelove.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-7565157611928363249</id><published>2007-06-08T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:15.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgetable Memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmnY7gNPmXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VQsUiA3qhrI/s1600-h/hihihi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073824971978938738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmnY7gNPmXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VQsUiA3qhrI/s200/hihihi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories are all that remains,Of a perfect love gone wrong,Memories of your warm smile,Of your soft loving caresses,And your sweet tender kisses,Memories so bitter yet so sweet,Where my lips curl into a smile,Yet the joy never to reach my eyes,As unbidden tears streak down,Memories of a classic love story,That ended on a rain soaked day,As if the sky saw and empathized,And weeped along with my heart,Moments we had spent together,Will live and last forever,As unforgettable memories,To be played over and over,Memories are all that I have left,Of a love that once burned bright,Now masked, dimmed and dying,But it is in this eternal moment,That I love you the most,But it is too late to turn back now,For we have taken a one way road,To memories and might have beens,And used up all our given chances,So now, while I hurt and ache,I will also pray, hope and wait,For a gentle and loving heart,To heal and revive this love broken soul,And give a new home to this orphaned heart...…&lt;/em&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/4655784900739201619-7565157611928363249?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/7565157611928363249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=7565157611928363249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/7565157611928363249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/7565157611928363249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/06/memories-are-all-that-remainsof-perfect.html' title='Unforgetable Memories...'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmnY7gNPmXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VQsUiA3qhrI/s72-c/hihihi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-7595669976210463881</id><published>2007-06-08T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:16.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmnSVQNPmSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VfoU54mheYU/s1600-h/bttle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073817717779175714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmnSVQNPmSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VfoU54mheYU/s320/bttle.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;memories that come to my mind every time I turn somewhere that reminds me of her. ( a girl I still love.) As I look at the light of the starsIt reminds me of your beautiful brown eyesWhen you used to be always at my side...Every time I drive at night and go by your houseIt brings memories when we used to be so close.Memories of you and when I learned everything about loveMemories that I try to rejectBut sometimes I end up cryingbecause I can't forgetAll the love you brought and left in my way.Sometimes I wonder whyAll this memories come to my mindWhen I thought it was easy to leave you behind.I was wrong because my broken heart still misses and call for your hands,To feel it pump for you.Now all I have is memories,Memories that brings emptiness.Memories of the days we used to talk,When we used to think we were the only lovers in this crazy world,When I used to think our love was the more valuable than all the pearls and gold,When I said our love was brighter than the sun,When we were louder than love,When we were two young persons filled with joy.Memories sealed forever by my side,memories I will always keep deep inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&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/4655784900739201619-7595669976210463881?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/7595669976210463881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=7595669976210463881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/7595669976210463881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/7595669976210463881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/06/memories.html' title='Memories!!'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmnSVQNPmSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VfoU54mheYU/s72-c/bttle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-3829709925474404345</id><published>2007-06-08T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:16.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>/-`riendship!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmnQkANPmRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/P57p90y__sA/s1600-h/friend.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073815772158990610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmnQkANPmRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/P57p90y__sA/s320/friend.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-3829709925474404345?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/3829709925474404345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=3829709925474404345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/3829709925474404345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/3829709925474404345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/06/hoping-for-2nd-chance.html' title='/-`riendship!!'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmnQkANPmRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/P57p90y__sA/s72-c/friend.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-1906274206529039418</id><published>2007-06-08T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:16.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmqVgQNPmZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kMzWi8h3muI/s1600-h/Seeking%2520Light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074032311525153170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmqVgQNPmZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kMzWi8h3muI/s200/Seeking%2520Light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart didn't brake, It's fine and true . But it might and yours just might too., if you don't do what you know you should do. cause the last part of your awesome poem just doesn't ring true , for me and my darling dear, it didn't really for you. Have faith do what your heart says to do, don't answer to past owies that aren't relevant to now or an awesome future in His Glory and Might. Art.. Love is not just words you say, Love is feelings from the Heart, that's alive&lt;br /&gt;each day!! And to know A Loved One is not gone until they are forgotten, To live in your heart their love will live forever! Being in love at any age these days, Brings so much happiness in so many ways. Fills your heart with tender feelings you see, Makes your life so complete as can be. Sharing of feelings you never knew were there, A bonding feeling of love you handle with care. A roller coaster ride through life sometimes you feel, Sad times and bad times your love seems to deal. Both sharing in feelings from your heart as it flows, Grasping all that love as fast as it grows. Waking each morning with more love to share, Yelling from that mountain top it will always be there. All of your love has gone away, None of your Feelings seem to stay. You just didn't need me any more, Turned your back and walked out that door. You didn't stop to say good-bye, You didn't give any reasons why. You didn't turn to see my cries, You walked away with closing eyes. I had loved you from the start, With all my feelings from my heart. An Angel entered my life some time ago, Her spreading of wings held my life as I know. Each day and night with sharing in love, Her brightness of love like stars from above. Her gentle touch sent shivers from feelings to my soul, Her passionate kiss brought desired love to grow. The warmth from her heart gave feelings with care, An enchantment of love seem to always been there. She held me in love with feelings she knew, Then I awaken from a dream that didn't come true. It's you that makes my dreams come true, Only you can stop my heart from being so blue. Think of all the times of love we shared, Imagize of all the fun times in life we cared. It's only you that can bring love back again, And forgive my sad words I gave this to end. I have learn from errors and my ways, Let me try to prove my love in coming days. Only you can make my life complete, So we both can share in love we seek. Love or friendship, are they the same, Two words a like, but different name. Look upon the past to be, With-in your future your heart will see. Was it true love you will find, Or needed friendship with-in your mind. If it were love, you still would care, If only friendship, you still would share. If you walk away from both, you will see, An empty heart of loneliness there will be. I searched with-in my heart to find Both love and friendship makes life divine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4655784900739201619-1906274206529039418?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/1906274206529039418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=1906274206529039418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/1906274206529039418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/1906274206529039418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/06/empty-heart.html' title='Empty Heart'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmqVgQNPmZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kMzWi8h3muI/s72-c/Seeking%2520Light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-8642429325515637453</id><published>2007-06-08T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:16.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rmm2YANPmNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/J5LxEFnWKu4/s1600-h/ahahah.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073786978698238162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rmm2YANPmNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/J5LxEFnWKu4/s320/ahahah.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;With Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I found the phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I must've missed your message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;You got it wrong, It wasn't what your friend said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tell by your tone, I've taken it too far again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;(Just when I thought I'd gone and fixed it all again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Your friends are telling you, You gotta move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;(Just when I thought I'd gone and wrecked it all again.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;You turned around so I could tell you what took so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I don't know why i ever waited to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cuz I'm just dying just to see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Instead of holding you, I was holding out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I should've let you in, but I let you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;You were the first to give ,I was the first to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Now I'm in second place, to get a second chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I should've known, took you and I for granted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gotta let you know, I was never underhanded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tell by your tone, I've taken it too far again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;(Just when I thought I'd gone and fixed it all again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;My friends are telling me they saw you with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;(Just when I thought I'd gone and wrecked it all again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;You turned around so I could tell you what took so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I don't know why i ever waited to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cuz I'm just dying just to see you again .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Instead of holding you, I was holding out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I should've let you in, but I let you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;You were the first to give, I was the first to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Now I'm in second place, to get a second chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;My last mistake, putting my friends first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I tried to laugh it off but I made things worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;You were the first to give, I was the first to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Now I'm in second place, to get a second chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;What you give is always what you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;There's so much I haven't given yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;If you could give another second chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;(Just when I thought I'd gone and fixed it all again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;My friends are telling me they saw you with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;(Just when I thought I'd gone and wrecked it all again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;You turned around so I could tell you what took so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I don't know why I ever waited to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Cuz I'm just dying just to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Instead of holding you, I was holding out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I should've let you in, but I let you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;You were the first to give, I was the first to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Now I'm in second place, to get a second chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;My last mistake, putting my friends first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I tried to laugh it off but I made things worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;You were the first to give I was the first to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Now I'm in second place to get a second chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Instead of holding you, I was holding out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I should've let you in, but I let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;You were the first to give, I was the first to ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Now I'm in second place, to get a second chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-8642429325515637453?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/8642429325515637453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=8642429325515637453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8642429325515637453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8642429325515637453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/06/with-reason.html' title='With Reason'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rmm2YANPmNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/J5LxEFnWKu4/s72-c/ahahah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-7823652980757895988</id><published>2007-06-08T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:17.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship is More Important than Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmmwZwNPmLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_dGzzUU_cDQ/s1600-h/2heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073780411693242546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmmwZwNPmLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_dGzzUU_cDQ/s400/2heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If I could go back in time, knowing what I know now..."&lt;/span&gt; These words have been said by all of us at some point in our lives. We all wish we could go back in time to correct our wrongs, to change what was, to turn bad into good. My truly heartfelt story, Return To Yesterday reminds me not to take love for granted, that second chances rarely come, and if they do, we should take them in our grasp. What is done cannot be undone. We must always try to do the right thing the first time to avoid regrets, as not everyone is given a chance to Return To Yesterday and don't let second chances get away!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does anyone here believe in first love? well I do believe in first love. First love can bring tough guy down and lovely girl to bad girl. We can do many crazy things for first love. For example, you’ll take a bungee jump from a 20+ story of building to tell someone that you love her. I even do crazy stuff for my first love, well don’t ask me what it is. ::) All I can say I’ll do anything for her. Many people says that most of the first love is puppy love no one really understand what is love on this period of time. Well I can’t fully agree about it. I’m stand on the neutral ground here. When I think back my first love it brought back many sweet memories and even bad memories. Does anyone try before getting back to your first love? Me? Let it keep it a secret till you tell me more about yours. ::) Sometime we would ask &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“God, why you let me see her again.”&lt;/span&gt; this is the first things that come over your mind when you meet your first love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know to handle the situation? Act as a long lost friend who you never see him or her for quite sometime? or pretend you can’t see her or him? Many things will come over our mind and we need to make a fast decision before we regret doing it. Okay, when we get to know that he or she still has feeling towards you and what will you do?(*&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;you must be still single okay&lt;/span&gt; ) so you have given both a second chance to be together. Both will appreciate each other because you all will think it is not easy to get back. Remember one thing that &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“God has given you a second chance to amend your mistakes that you’ve done at the past, please use it wisely. There is no more second chance after this.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My goal in the future is to help others and to bring this silent condition to the forefront -- too many are suffering. We live in a world of selfishness; everyone is in a hurry. We need to stop and take time to look at this earth for it is a beautiful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Never give up&lt;/span&gt; because you are not alone -- get help, never be ashamed and work at it. Surround yourself with beauty and positive influences. And lastly, pray -- the power of prayer is important. This we can overcome -- we are strong people -- and these trials are put before us so we look at ourselves and become the people we were meant to be... FREE, FREE, FREE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-7823652980757895988?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/7823652980757895988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=7823652980757895988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/7823652980757895988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/7823652980757895988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/06/friendship-is-more-important-than.html' title='Friendship is More Important than Romance'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmmwZwNPmLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_dGzzUU_cDQ/s72-c/2heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-3506694114090329136</id><published>2007-06-06T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:17.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undying Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rmm8IQNPmPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nj5g1bC-azI/s1600-h/1111.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073793305185065202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rmm8IQNPmPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nj5g1bC-azI/s320/1111.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Endless Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I write this for a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;For I hold her so dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I wish that she would love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But it is love she fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;She knows how i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And thinks it's all a mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;She thinks that i do not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The pain that comes from heart break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;She tells me that I'm hopeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Underneath her breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But when she denies my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I can't help but think of death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I am filled with delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When it's her voice I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And although it will never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It sounded so sincere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I will always love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Until my life comes to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm just so glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;That she will still be my friend ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-3506694114090329136?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/3506694114090329136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=3506694114090329136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/3506694114090329136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/3506694114090329136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/06/undying-love.html' title='Undying Love'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rmm8IQNPmPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nj5g1bC-azI/s72-c/1111.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-6243759113452867377</id><published>2007-06-05T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:17.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Give Up Your Dreams!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmWhHgNPmDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zlZdsJMBeU4/s1600-h/dreams.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072637705579370546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmWhHgNPmDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zlZdsJMBeU4/s320/dreams.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is by fully expressing your dream that you fully attain that dream. To try and jump ahead to the attainment without filling in all the details will leave you with nothing but an empty and worthless shell.&lt;br /&gt;Know the depth of why you seek what you seek. Then, when you do reach it, you will experience the rich fulfillment that you desire.&lt;br /&gt;Give real life to each dream by giving it color and texture, taste and feel, emotion, and layer upon layer of substance. Imagine all the stones along the pathway to that dream and then travel the reality of your path, step by joyous step.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing too far away for you to reach. Yet if striving is all you ever do, the objective will never be attained.&lt;br /&gt;To a greater and greater extent as time goes on, be the dream that you seek. Arrive as soon as you begin to go, and continue to arrive more fully as you infuse more life into the dream.&lt;br /&gt;Anything that you can imagine, you can already begin to touch. Continue touching your dream, and building that connection, until it fully becomes who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-6243759113452867377?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/6243759113452867377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=6243759113452867377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/6243759113452867377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/6243759113452867377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-is-by-fully-expressing-your-dream.html' title='Never Give Up Your Dreams!!'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmWhHgNPmDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zlZdsJMBeU4/s72-c/dreams.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-4676233530534727163</id><published>2007-06-05T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:18.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure is Important!! =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmWfEANPmCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WV3aylGYrek/s1600-h/failure1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072635446426572834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmWfEANPmCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WV3aylGYrek/s320/failure1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Failure is not the opposite of success. Failure is an important component of success.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose you set an objective, take action, and then fail to reach that objective on the first attempt. Even though you have experienced a failure, you're in much better shape than you were before you started.&lt;br /&gt;Because you've just learned, in a compelling and meaningful way, what doesn't work. And that puts you well on the way to finding what does work.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest achievements of all time are built upon multiple failures. The greatest achievers are those who are willing to experience failure on their way to the success they know will most certainly come.&lt;br /&gt;No one sets out with the intention of failing. Yet when failure comes, it is nothing to be ashamed of, and no reason to give up.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to see failure as just another step in the process of success. And even when the failures come, they will serve to move you forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4655784900739201619-4676233530534727163?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/4676233530534727163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=4676233530534727163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4676233530534727163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4676233530534727163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/06/failure-is-important-p.html' title='Failure is Important!! =P'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmWfEANPmCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WV3aylGYrek/s72-c/failure1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-2271827808111812889</id><published>2007-06-05T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:18.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Your Best!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmWXiANPmBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/F_ZJ5f8btfk/s1600-h/believe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072627165729626130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmWXiANPmBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/F_ZJ5f8btfk/s320/believe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The critical time for accomplishing anything is in the here and now. Every day is a day to dare to do my best. Each day provides opportunity for self-improvement/self-renewal. Today's accomplishments, not yesterday's or tomorrow's, produce the most satisfaction as what I accomplish today can give me an immediate feeling of self confidence and direction.&lt;br /&gt;The critical time for accomplishing anything is in the here and now, today. The most important ingredient in future performance is present performance. The most difficult tasks are consummated, not by a single explosive burst of energy or effort, but by consistent daily application of the best I have within me.&lt;br /&gt;Practice is an opportunity to improve my skills. Approach each practice with enthusiasm, as nothing great has ever been accomplished without it. Challenge myself mentally as well as physically and I will start to enjoy the price of success rather than pay for it. Desire... the "want to" is the extra which enables an athlete to take whatever ability he/she has and utilize it to the maximum. Total effort gives an athlete a special kind of victory... victory over himself/herself. I will make this the best day and the best practice ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4655784900739201619-2271827808111812889?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/2271827808111812889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=2271827808111812889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/2271827808111812889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/2271827808111812889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-your-best.html' title='Do Your Best!!'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmWXiANPmBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/F_ZJ5f8btfk/s72-c/believe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-7613169061253224477</id><published>2007-06-03T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:18.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering Your Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmK6yEahHoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uPVrcevEDxk/s1600-h/relationship.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071821499713789570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmK6yEahHoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uPVrcevEDxk/s320/relationship.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Your aim is to get the heart of the problem and recover this romance if it's worth it and possible. Don't waist time speculating about how your love really feels about you and whether there's any hope left. You've probaly done too much of this already. If things have gone sour for a time, you really can't speculate anyway. You may be too full of self-doubt and your self-esteem mat be too low to make a good evaluation, which is why you probably go in circles every day as you think about relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Instead of speculating, follow the steps that I am going to give you now. If you do, you are likely to restore your romance, and you will certainly restore your self-esteem. If she's the wrong lady, you'll find this out too. Remarkably, following these steps will tell you not just where you are overgiving but also why. As you follow them, you are going to learn the truth about this love, and also a great deal about yourself... like I done before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We all yearn for relationship, whether we are aware of it or not. A truly intimate relationship is a deeply satisfying one which allows each person to be fully themselves. At the same time, intimacy is part of creating a strong and lasting relationship. However, intimacy is difficult for many of us and, without realising it, many of us actively avoid it. Using their experience as therapists and drawing on their own relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-7613169061253224477?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/7613169061253224477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=7613169061253224477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/7613169061253224477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/7613169061253224477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/06/recovering-your-romance.html' title='Recovering Your Romance'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmK6yEahHoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uPVrcevEDxk/s72-c/relationship.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-8055509814904961318</id><published>2007-06-01T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:18.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over can't say Goodbye!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmCXOUahHnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OFboIyxeVNw/s1600-h/1111.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071219452673072754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmCXOUahHnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OFboIyxeVNw/s320/1111.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's Over??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm 99% sure that you don't like me but 1% is enough for me to hold. If not forever stay with me even for the longest time you can. Just because my eyes don't tear, doesn't mean my heart don't cry. I just because comes off a little strong, doesn't mean that nothing's wrong. My friend just ask if you love me? I just closed my eyes and said, ''I know what she will said,&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;.'' If it's not you, it will be never be you, no matter how much I love you.. But if you really are for me, then, we will always be no matter how i set you free.. It's sad to think that you will never be mine, But its sadder to realize that, i know it all from the start. What I'm supposed to do? Just when I thought I was going to get you back, you go away from me again.. If it's over, give me that last chance to say goodbye, but don't think I dont care at all, co'z that goodbye is my simple way saying, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I Love You&lt;/span&gt;... But I have to sacrifice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back. You hug her good-bye it's like nothing.. while all you want to do is hold on forever... I used to smile when I told people that you were my friend... but now, I can't even smile and say your name at the same time.. As much I love you, I have to say goodbye.. I'm sorry if I made you cry, I'm sorry if tears fell from your eyes.. But remember, for every tear that fell from your eyes, two fell from mine.. I'll never forget the times we onced shared, and I'll always remember how much you once cared.. Now it's over, time to move.. It's never easy to see you turning back.. but, i have to take the pain... and cry all the way home coz i know it will be never the same...I know when you leave, distance will keep us apart... But distance no matter how far, can't change these feelings in my heart... Just turn your head when you see me I will understand.. One day, I will be able to look you in your eye.. Without feeling the pain I've caused you.. I hoped in time, you will be happy as you call my name once again.. Happiness is too far for me now but even if it's near, I know it will be hard for us to get there... &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Liezl&lt;/span&gt;, It's never gonna work out.. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;''I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love You&lt;/span&gt;'' ''&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess if you're done breaking my heart, I should go.. As I stared in your eyes, you asked me why i was about to cry, coz i knew you're going to say goodbye. Why can't you see how much you hurt me this time? You used to say were sorry, now you don't. You don't even care anymore.. I never hated you for not loving me, but i hate you, for me making me fall even more when I'm trying to let you go.. I'll never going to let you see through me. I'm never going to show you how broken I am inside.. My friend tell me to let go, or atleast to try, but what do i do when I start to cry? I'm holding you back yet I dont want to let go.. I'm fighting back emotions I never fought before... When you said I'm nothing, I'm didn't expect you to be right.. My head rest on my pillow, I let tears flow and ask myself, why can't I let go..? I know I have said goodbye so many times before, but all roads lead me back to you.. But now, as I say this goodbye, i have this feeling that I can never talk you again.. Honestly I dont wanna cross your path in the future, coz I dont want all these feelings to come back and hurt me once again.. I know I can't let go of my feelings, but, I have to let you go.. ''&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt;!,'' if it took me so long to let you go.. I still love you, and I probably will love you for a very long time... But somehow I know, I have to move on and get over you. And the only way for me to do that, is to be not around you anymore... Like what they say, we can't forget someone we loved, we may want but we can't... Love cannot be forgotten, no matter how hard we try, and how much we think it will ease the pain.. It will always be there, Forever..!! Maybe faith will smile upon us, and we'll talk each other again... someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-8055509814904961318?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/8055509814904961318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=8055509814904961318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8055509814904961318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8055509814904961318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-over-cant-say-goodbye.html' title='It&apos;s Over can&apos;t say Goodbye!!'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RmCXOUahHnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OFboIyxeVNw/s72-c/1111.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-2922002531673941990</id><published>2007-05-30T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:19.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Broken Heart!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rl3gckahHmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XdEGpX6etMA/s1600-h/aaaaa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070455536904904290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rl3gckahHmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XdEGpX6etMA/s320/aaaaa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of a broken heart I sit and grieve. My soul has been torn from my body and mind. My eyes cry both night and day. My destroyed heart keeps pouring out such sad sorrow of my love gone away...Of a broken heart the pain is so great. My soul is empty, My mind is left searching for answers, My heart weary and sad. My spirit has died inside and out, looking for some comfort knowing there's none to be had...Of a broken heart I wonder why my love is gone. My soul is hurting so deep within. My head left sore from continuous weeping. My mind dwells on those sweet moments of when we were one. Memories go back to when we first met and life with my love was so much fun....Of a broken heart I could only live for my love. My soul is shattered and mourns day after day. The times we shared together were a blessing sent from Heaven. My love was my Angel in disguise. Oh, my sweet, my precious, my baby, my love, how can I ever say goodbye?..Of a broken heart I will miss my love for the rest of my life. My mind, my heart, my soul will never be the same without my love. I am empty within, I am lost, I am nothing, all I ever needed and wanted was "My Love"!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was an important part of my life. To experience the rise and fall of myself in a few weeks related with something called love. Something that should be better treated carefully, but sometimes we failed to do that, resulting in painful moments. Yet even the painful moments could become meaningful if we could treat it as a good experience. Or to turn it into songs, books, or others. Day by day went by, I began to realize that I might not be a good person to stay beside her. and can't forget the words ''&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hopeless&lt;/span&gt;'' she said to me, "So, this is the beginning of my broken heart time," I thought. Actually, the hardest part of that moment was not the broken heart itself. But the perception of the surroundings. Like when one night I turned the radio rather loud, my cousins easily related it with my broken heart. Though actually I like music since before having a broken heart. Yet when it was me who played the music, in our house, it was easily related to my way of releasing a broken heart. From my previous friend's experience of having a broken heart, I could learn that the important thing to do in such a broken heart moment is to make a priority. Actually it is also applied in other moments of life. Whereas by thinking that my priority was to make her happy, and I could not do that to her by keep on becoming her boy friend, then it would be better to let her with someone else. That was all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This will be my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="last node" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=last%20node"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;last node&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="phase" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=phase"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;phase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; of my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="life" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=life"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; is over. Although my time on everything2 has been interesting it has some &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="pain" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=pain"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; with it I want to rid myself of. I started &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="noding" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=noding"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;noding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; due to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="love" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=love"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, and I'm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="stopping" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=stopping"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stopping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; due to the lack there of. will never forget &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="falling in love" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=falling%20in%20love"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;falling in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; for the first time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Unfortunately" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=Unfortunately"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; all those &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="people" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=people"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; that told me I would &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="get" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=get"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="crushed" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=crushed"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crushed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; were &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="right" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. It took some time, it was a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="hell" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=hell"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; of a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="ride" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=ride"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, but here I am, crushed. As &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="realization" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=realization"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;realization&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; as to what is happening enters your brain and it all clicks, your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="throat" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=throat"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;throat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; closes up, your &lt;u&gt;chest&lt;/u&gt; feels &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="crushed" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=crushed"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crushed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. You begin to go back over what has happened and you wish somehow you were wrong. I haven't felt anything more painful than needing someone that didn't need me. The person you were &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="always" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=always"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; true to doesn't &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="need" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=need"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; you any more. Maybe they even have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="someone" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=someone"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; new. Some &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="pain " href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=pain%20"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is the kind you can ignore, other is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="apparent" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=apparent"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apparent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; and takes your attention. This is worse, it's everywhere and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="nothing" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=nothing"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; can shake it. I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="cry" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=cry"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; a lot and I feel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="very alone" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=very%20alone"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="connection" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=connection"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;connection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="gone" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=gone"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="soul" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=soul"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="torn" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=torn"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;torn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. It's my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="fault" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=fault"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fault&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; as much as hers, but &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="still" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=still"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; very &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="painful" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=painful"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;painful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Someday" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=Someday"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; maybe I'll be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="needed" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=needed"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;needed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; again. For now I'm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="alone" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=alone"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. I don't &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="regret" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=regret"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; falling in love, I regret not knowing what was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="happening" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=happening"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;happening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; until it was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="too late" href="http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=too%20late"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;While in bigger radius, the priority of my life is to devote myself on God, so the others should be number two or number three or other. It is my responsibility to fill my life with important things, rather then merely suffering from a broken heart for a long time. And if I could fill my life by becoming useful to others, it would be much better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4655784900739201619-2922002531673941990?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/2922002531673941990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=2922002531673941990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/2922002531673941990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/2922002531673941990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-broken-heart.html' title='My Broken Heart!!!!'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rl3gckahHmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XdEGpX6etMA/s72-c/aaaaa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-9143577175526859106</id><published>2007-05-30T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:20.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Love Means for me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rl27w0ahHkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/moBZq3wO01s/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070415202867027522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rl27w0ahHkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/moBZq3wO01s/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;If God (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;) is our nature then selfishness is dethroned. If we live in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; (God) we begin bearing the fruits of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, and the fruit of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; will show by the actions, conduct and the Words that are born of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. The days of hating, jealousy, bitterness and having revenge in your Heart (spirit) are gone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; causes us to put others first, and it makes us tender, kind and gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; blesses those that persecute them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; prays for those that are their enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; never envy’s another in what they have, love rejoices with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; doesn’t give someone stone when they ask for bread, they give them the Bread Of Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; sees through the eyes of faith, not through the sense dominated eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is the ability of God in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; puts sweetness into giving and doing, and that fills the heart of the receiver with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is kind, even to the ones that have caused hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; binds relationships together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; makes one light-hearted, companionable and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is God’s cure for every ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is God in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; edifies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is the force of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is the life of the heart (spirit), and the heart (spirit) is the life of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; redeems a wasted life and transforms it into beauty and usefulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-9143577175526859106?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/9143577175526859106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=9143577175526859106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/9143577175526859106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/9143577175526859106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-love-means-for-me.html' title='What Love Means for me...'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rl27w0ahHkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/moBZq3wO01s/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-3986158818993679014</id><published>2007-05-30T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:20.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Everlasting Love - My Story -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rl23y0ahHjI/AAAAAAAAADs/sH4L2EAJDvY/s1600-h/loves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070410839180254770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rl23y0ahHjI/AAAAAAAAADs/sH4L2EAJDvY/s320/loves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We know that the whole world is seeking love, but the love that they have been finding is not fulfilling their longings.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think that so many divorces are running rampant? It would seem that Christian marriages would be everlasting. They should be but it lacks the most important ingredient and that is Agape (God kind of Love, which is unconditional).&lt;br /&gt;People are still trying to love with human love, Human love is based on the five senses. Man can only provide a selfish type of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the world today you see so much hatred, evil for evil. The world says I’ll love you if you are good to me but if you hurt me I will get you back. It starts a cycle, and before you know it resentment, rejection and rebellion join in. The next thing you know pride is knocking at the door. No one wants to take the first step to say I am sorry. Why is this? It is because the human nature thinks of self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have accidentaly joined to so many people that are hurting and it saddens me, but sometimes we can only see ourselves, as the one’s hurting. We are the victims and cannot get past that. I am here to tell you that even when we are the victims we are hurting someone else and are not even aware of it because of being wrapped up in self.&lt;br /&gt;I can say these things because I have been there. There were times in my life that I was so blinded by hurt, I could not see anything else. I could not see that my family was hurting, my cousins were hurting and even my friends. I got to the point that I thought all of my friends were using me, and a lot of them were, but I allowed it. If I kept allowing hurts to come, I did not have to take responsibility in my life. I could live and exist in self-pity, hurt, anger and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;All my life I would give love, I love to help people and people always needed help. I was giving what I thought was real love, but one day, my human love went bankrupt. I did not want to love anymore. I went to counseling and was told that I was a man that loved too much. I actually went home and prayed that God would take love from me, it was too painful. I praise God all the time, that He did not answer that prayer. Now I know first hand what love really is. Actually God spoke to me and said go and teach my love, but most of all be my love on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I could continue on the human aspect of love but it does not profit much. I want you to know and walk in the everlasting love. That is where the victory in your life on earth is.&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning God began with love. He longed for a family, so His love created man, and he had His family. Love was the breath that made man come to life. God (love) blew His breath into man.&lt;br /&gt;The devil could not stand the love, because he was full of hate, so he caused Adam and Eve to fall, and hate began to rule. Spiritual death took over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;1 John 4:8&lt;/span&gt; He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;1 John 4:16&lt;/span&gt; And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;1 John 4:17&lt;/span&gt; Herein is our love made perfect, that we may have boldness in the day of judgment: because as he is, so are we in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;John 3:16&lt;/span&gt; For God (love) so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;John 3:17&lt;/span&gt; For God (love) sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;God (love) sent Jesus to bring love (God) back. Jesus is the perfect example of God’s Love. If you have seen the movie Passion, you will have seen God’s Love in action. We have seen pictures of Jesus on the cross many times but none have shown close to what He went through until the movie Passion was released. I have heard people say that Jesus was really a strong man physically to take the beating He did. I agree that He probably was strong in that way, but He was still in a human body. What I saw was Love in action. Every time He fell to the ground, He thought of you and me and Love compelled Him to get up. He knew that the only way for us to be saved was for Him to die. He had a destiny. Could any of us endure that? Jesus paid the price for you. He took on all the hate of the world, and defeated Satan, so you could walk in His Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Rom 6:3&lt;/span&gt; Know ye not, that so many of us as were baptized into Jesus Christ were baptized into his death? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Rom 6:4&lt;/span&gt; Therefore we are buried with him by baptism into death: that like as Christ was raised up from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Rom 6:5&lt;/span&gt; For if we have been planted together in the likeness of his death, we shall be also in the likeness of his resurrection:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When we were baptized into Jesus Christ we were given a new life, and that we should walk in it. The new life is Love. God’s love was put in us at that point. If you are a born again believer love is in you, but are you walking in it. Some say how do I do that. You believe that The Word of God is true, and obey it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Rom 5:5&lt;/span&gt; And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Gal 5:6&lt;/span&gt; For in Jesus Christ neither circumcision availeth any thing, nor uncircumcision; but faith which worketh by love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mat 22:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mat 22:38&lt;/span&gt; This is the first and great commandment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mat 22:39&lt;/span&gt; And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mat 22:40&lt;/span&gt; On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-3986158818993679014?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/3986158818993679014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=3986158818993679014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/3986158818993679014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/3986158818993679014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/everlasting-love-my-story.html' title='An Everlasting Love - My Story -'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rl23y0ahHjI/AAAAAAAAADs/sH4L2EAJDvY/s72-c/loves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-9215397716945762111</id><published>2007-05-28T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:20.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RqdwR0vVtDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OzgFKelF3rE/s1600-h/fff.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091161355282920498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RqdwR0vVtDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OzgFKelF3rE/s320/fff.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Our loving Savior and Lord has given us an amazing opportunity- to rise above the watered- down version of love this world offers us and take hold of the truest and most lasting kind of love imaginable. It's a chance to set aside and discover romance at its best... the romance of heaven! it's time to make a choice. We can embrace an empty, selfish lifestyle that ends in heartache and despair, or we can learn to live and love selflessly... just like our own Great Lover Himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;God is longing to write your love story- a love story far beyong the most incredible fairy tale ever written. Will you give Him the pen today?? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;You cannot stay the way you are and go with God. &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;( Henry Blackaby )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;God has ventured all in Jesus Christ to save us, now He wants us to venture our all in abandoned confidence in Him. &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;( Oswald Chambers )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Be assured, if you walk with Him and look to Him and expect help from Him, he will never fail you. &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;( George Mueller )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The thing that taxes almightiness is the very thing which we as disciples of Jesus ought to believe He will do. &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;( Oswald Chambers )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The man who has God for his treasure has all things in One. &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;( A.W. Tozer )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4655784900739201619-9215397716945762111?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/9215397716945762111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=9215397716945762111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/9215397716945762111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/9215397716945762111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/challenge.html' title='A Challenge'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RqdwR0vVtDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OzgFKelF3rE/s72-c/fff.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-6272048215601658158</id><published>2007-05-28T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:21.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounded for Heaven's Sake -Letting Go- ='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RluOaEahHhI/AAAAAAAAADc/dwt6yZkk3hQ/s1600-h/tears.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069802384048332306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RluOaEahHhI/AAAAAAAAADc/dwt6yZkk3hQ/s320/tears.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jesus once said to those closet to Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're blessed when you are out of options, and all you can do is lean on God. Because when you realize your need for God, it is only then that you tap into His immeasurable greatness and goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're blessed when you've been stripped of that which is most precious to you. Because only then can you be tenderly embraced by the One most precious to you. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;( Matthew 5 : 3- 5 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jesus Himself gave us the key to unlocking the treasure chest where the sheet music to the ''sweeter song'' is held. Remember how I said earlier that there is something better out there when it comes to love, but it is found in a very unexpected place? Well, the unexpected place is God Himself. And to find the ''something better'' we have to ''lean on God'' and be ''stripped of that which is most precious to us.'' In a sense, we have to be willing to become vulnerable to trust Him if we wish to find security and satisfaction in Him. We have to be willing to let go of what little we have, to gain the great riches and supreme happiness He has to offer. And we have to let Him have the helm if we wish to hear the ''sweeter song.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The ''something better'' is found in emptying yourself, surrendering to His lead, letting go of your life and all you hold dear, and entrusting everything in Him. Because in doing that, you will be tenderly embraced by the sweetest Musicain in all the Universe and receive your own personal concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Letting go is not easy for any of us. But Jesus makes it very clear that to go where He is going and to be a part of His wondrous plan we must,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;''deny ourselves, pick up our cross daily, and follow Him'' &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;( Luke 9 : 23 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To discover life, Jesus says you have to give your up &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;( Luke 9 : 24; John 12 : 25 ).&lt;/span&gt; Your love is no different . If you really desire to one day discover the ''beautiful side of love'' you have to first walk through the ''painful side.'' Just like pouring concrete is not the exciting part of building a house yet the essential part, the same is true with building a magnificient romance. Laying your life down is not the fun and enjoyable part; it's the essential part!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If God is going to write your love story, He's going to first need your pen. If God is going to lead your love boat to the harbor of romance beyond the fairy tales, He needs the helm. As Jesus once said to his followers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Daily you must trust Me, surrending everything, including the blood in your veins and the breath in your lungs, for Me to do with as I see fit. If you want to join up with Me, you must let Me lead.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; ( Luke 9 : 23 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The floods washed away home and mill, all the poor man had in the world. But as he stood on the scene of his loss, after the water had subsided, brokenhearted and discouraged, he saw something shinning in the bank which the waters had washed bare. ''It looks loke gold,'' he said. It was gold. The flood which had beggared him made him rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; ( Henry Clay Trumbull )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-6272048215601658158?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/6272048215601658158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=6272048215601658158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/6272048215601658158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/6272048215601658158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/wounded-for-heavens-sake-letting-go.html' title='Wounded for Heaven&apos;s Sake -Letting Go- =&apos;('/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RluOaEahHhI/AAAAAAAAADc/dwt6yZkk3hQ/s72-c/tears.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-3404634640545748879</id><published>2007-05-28T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:21.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaining the Strength to Stand Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RluDC0ahHgI/AAAAAAAAADU/HUbyYTNIYBw/s1600-h/burn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069789889988468226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RluDC0ahHgI/AAAAAAAAADU/HUbyYTNIYBw/s320/burn.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;''Loneliness is a required course for leadership,''&lt;/span&gt; there's a time I felt completely alone from friends and family, away from Zebedee, away from anyone who really knew me- these simple words gave me perspective on the purpose for my loneliness. God was using the loneliness to teach me complete dependence upon Him. I could no longer look to other people for my confidence. I had no choice but to find my courage and hope in Him. This kind of total dependence on the Lord was preparing me to become more effective for His kingdom. I was gaining the inward strength of character I would need to become a leader someday for Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A true leader must have enough backbone to stnd alone- even when crowds wants to take the easy road home. A true leader cannot dependent on companionship for his or her security, but must learn to trust in God alone. Singleness can give us this kind of backnone- courage, confidence, and leadership skills that any effective Christian must learn. ( I did'nt said that we must be a loner. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-3404634640545748879?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/3404634640545748879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=3404634640545748879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/3404634640545748879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/3404634640545748879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/gaining-strength-to-stand-alone.html' title='Gaining the Strength to Stand Alone'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RluDC0ahHgI/AAAAAAAAADU/HUbyYTNIYBw/s72-c/burn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-8524650810668243226</id><published>2007-05-26T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:21.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Story?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RlhI6kahHJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/W8fHepQzwtE/s1600-h/hand-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068881551650004114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RlhI6kahHJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/W8fHepQzwtE/s320/hand-heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What's Your Story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Did you see yourself in any of these thirty-one individuals? Have you also known of the despair of not knowing what to do and where to turn? Did you ever get frustrated or lonely? Desperate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;If the answer is yes, don't be surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As long as we are living lives in our own, ruling our own worlds, we will be desperate. Whether we're on top of the world or at the bottom of the pit, we cannot escape the feeling that something is wrong. Because something is wrong- us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate to do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. ( Romans 7 : 15- 17 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Have you ever tried to avoid something you knew was wrong but ended up doing it anyway? This internal tug-of-war is something all of us experience. Sadly, no matter how hard we pull the rope, we will always lose. It is not because we do not try hard enough, it is because we are incapable to win because of sin. We are born sinful and it is in our nature to sin. Ever since Adam committed the first sin, all of us inherited his sinful nature. Thus, every person is born seperated from God. All of us- without exception- are sinners and deserve to face enternal seperation from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. ( Romans 3: 23 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As it is written : ''There is no one righteous, not even one; no one who seeks God. All have turned away, They have together become worthless; There is no one who understands, No one who seeks God. All have turned away, They have together become worthless; There is no one who does good, not even one.'' ( Romans 3 : 10-12 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You might wonder, ''Why doesn't God just accept me as I am? If He is so loving, why can't He just cancel my sins? But God is not only a God of love but also a God of justice. What good would a judge be if he decides on a whim to let go of the guilty? God in His great love instead provided a way for us to be reconciled with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have enternal life. ( John 3 : 16 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. ( Romans 5 : 8 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The salvation of God offers to us through His Son Jesus Christ is a gift. In fact, it is the greatest gift any of us can ever receive because its value will last through all eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is enternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. ( Romans 6 : 23 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For it is by grace you have been saved through faith- and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God- not by works, so that no one can boast. ( Ephesians 2 : 8-9 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it is not enough to just know about Jesus Christ and the gift of enternal life. We must first acknowledge that we are sinners, make a decision to turn away from sin, individually receive Jesus Christ into our hearts and commit to have a personal relationship with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And this is the testimony; God has given us enternal life, and this life is in his Son, He who has the Son has life; he who does not have the Son of God does not have life. ( 1 John 5 : 11-12 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;...but now he commands all people everywhere to repent. For he has set a day when he will judge the world with justice by the Man he has appointed. ( Acts 17 : 30-31 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you confess with your mouth, ''Jesus is Lord,'' and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. ( Romans 10 : 9 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gaved the right to become children of God. ( John 1 : 12&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;PRAYER- for those who not yet accepted God as their Savior and Lord...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lord Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am tired of living life on my own strength. I admit that I am a sinner and I need your forgiveness. Help me turn away from sin and live a life of obedience to you. Thank you for giving Your life for me and paying the penalty of my sins. I now receive You as my Savior and Lord. Please come into my heart and take control of my life. Forgive me for all my sins and help me become the kind of person that God wants me to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-8524650810668243226?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/8524650810668243226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=8524650810668243226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8524650810668243226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8524650810668243226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-your.html' title='What&apos;s Your Story?'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RlhI6kahHJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/W8fHepQzwtE/s72-c/hand-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-8680559193379289794</id><published>2007-05-18T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:21.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power To FORGIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlt9ZEahHcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bhWSfqJTDec/s1600-h/doves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069783675170790850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlt9ZEahHcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bhWSfqJTDec/s320/doves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SIN causes pain, To move on to the beautiful plans God has for our lives, we must get past the crippling effects of unforgiveness. When we come face to face with the tender, forgiving eyes of our Redeemer, only then will we gain the power to forgive ourselves- and those who have used us. In light of the forgiveness Christ has offered us, how can we offer less to those who have hurt us? They are only sinners like us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you devasted by sin, riddled with guilt over your mistakes, overcome with bitterness towards someone who has used you, it's time to run into the arms of Jesus and look into His loving eyes. Allow Him to wash you clean, white as snow, and give you a fresh start. His plans for you are more amazing than you can image. A God-written love story may be just on the horizon for you! Allow Him to remove the song of loneliness and remorse you have been singing, and to place into your heart a new song- the ''sweeter song.'' Just what he did to me... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-8680559193379289794?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/8680559193379289794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=8680559193379289794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8680559193379289794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/8680559193379289794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/power-to-forgive.html' title='The Power To FORGIVE'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlt9ZEahHcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bhWSfqJTDec/s72-c/doves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-1366432229072548117</id><published>2007-05-18T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:22.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin is Serious &gt;=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlsp-UahHMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5rMJqBX4Hqc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069691956144184514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlsp-UahHMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5rMJqBX4Hqc/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexual sin... impurity... moral compromise. In any form, in any circumstance, its effects are devastating. Sin rips lives and hearts apart- destroying innocence, beauty, and joy. Sin's consequences often follow us for the rest of our lifetime, and sometimes even the next generations must pay the price for the mess we have made of our lives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most damaging result of sin is that it pushes us away from our Creator. We carry the guilt of what we've done in our hearts- attempting to keep it hidden from Him, and then we end up wandering helplessly and alone, miles away from the One who loves us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Growing up in Christian circles, I often observed the issue of sexual sin being treated lightly. There is some truth to that statement. Yes, we will all make mistakes, but this does not mean it is inevitable that will all fall into sexual sin, or the purity is impossible, and that we are just a ''victim of culture'' if we cannot achieve it. Yes, God does offer grace and forgiveness, and He can give us a spiritually speaking. But we should never take advantage to His wonderful grace. And we should never treat our sin lightly. In the eyes of a holy God, our sin is detestable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we take this attitude toward sexual sin- that it's too hung up over it- we deny the awesome and amazing power of what Christ did for us on the cross. In truth, sexual sin is horrifying. It breaks the heart of God. It destroys that natural perfect order of love that God created between a man and woman. It violates us. We should feel remorse when we sin in this way... and we should realize the gravity of what we have done. And yet, that's not where it should end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4655784900739201619-1366432229072548117?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/1366432229072548117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=1366432229072548117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/1366432229072548117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/1366432229072548117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/sin-is-serious.html' title='Sin is Serious &gt;=('/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlsp-UahHMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5rMJqBX4Hqc/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-2439704581964437748</id><published>2007-05-18T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:22.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passion and The Pew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RlsofkahHLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6mjkh_jttDw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069690328351579314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RlsofkahHLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6mjkh_jttDw/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;Growing up in the church, I came to believe that everything I longed for was somehow bad for my proper spiritual development. For most of my life, I thought it was God who posed the greatest hurdle to experiencing all the thrills of love and romance. And I would have taken great offence to someone trying to convince me that God should have a greater role in my love story. All the stern &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;''thou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;shalt nots''&lt;/span&gt; He had so thoughtfully bestowed on me were quite enough, thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;For many years of my life, I struggled to find the right words to capture my agonizing frustrations. I was a young man fighting a constant inward battle between needing to obey God's &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;''thou shalt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;nots''&lt;/span&gt; and yet longing to fulfill my passionate, sensual desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;It wasn't until I stumbled upon the following story from Greek legend that I found the perfect picture to describe my years of torment. If you have unsuccesfully tried to mix &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;''the passion''&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;''the pew,''&lt;/span&gt; there's a good chance that you will be able to relate to the hidden message in this Greek-tale-with-a-Ludy-twist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-2439704581964437748?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/2439704581964437748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=2439704581964437748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/2439704581964437748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/2439704581964437748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/passion-and-pew.html' title='The Passion and The Pew'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RlsofkahHLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6mjkh_jttDw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-4920104422515499627</id><published>2007-05-16T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:22.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering and Developing Talents and Life Skills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlts5UahHTI/AAAAAAAAABs/yz1TIort5AU/s1600-h/abc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069765537523899698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlts5UahHTI/AAAAAAAAABs/yz1TIort5AU/s320/abc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God has created us each with unique gifts, abilities, and heart desires. He has a master plan for each of our lives. Singleness is a time to seek Him with an undivided, undistracted heart. When a relationship comes into our life, often who we are as an individual gets swallowed up, and our identity becomes wrapped up in that person. Being single is an opportunity to discover who God has made us to be and what He has called us to in this life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are the desires of your heart? To train as a musician or athlete? To pursue a college education? To backpack across the country? To go into missionary work? Maybe it's even to simply spend a season at home serving your own family and community in practical ways. Singleness can be the perfect time for developing life skills and discovering how to use your talents for the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4655784900739201619-4920104422515499627?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/4920104422515499627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=4920104422515499627&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4920104422515499627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4920104422515499627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/discovering-and-developing-talents-and.html' title='Discovering and Developing Talents and Life Skills'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlts5UahHTI/AAAAAAAAABs/yz1TIort5AU/s72-c/abc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-312349563102676658</id><published>2007-05-15T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:22.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn to Forgive and be Forgivable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RltvqUahHUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Qt3zxeQqVfg/s1600-h/abcd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069768578360745282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RltvqUahHUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Qt3zxeQqVfg/s320/abcd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As a proper thank-you to God for selecting you for this new life of love, put on the clothes that He purchased for you and so generously placed in your spiritual closet: compassion, kindness, humility, silent confidence, and patience. Not haught, hurtful, and holding grudges; but humble, helpful, and happy to forgive those who have wronged you just as thoroughly as Jesus forgave you. But more important than any other piece of clothing in your entire wardrobe, put on love. It's the key to the entire outfit, bringing out the sparkle in all the other elements. ( Colossians 3: 12-14 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Marriage is a lifestyle chock full of asking forgiveness and offering forgiveness. It doesn't seem to matter how hard I tryto emulate Jesus, my sin nature finds its way to be surface of my life. Each of us should train for such an Olympic event. Learning to forgive takes hard work and many tears. It takes determination and a whole lot of help from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It might seems nearly impossible to forgive your family for some of the things they did to you while you were growing up. But if you make it your goal to forgive them as God has forgiven you, and if you actively pursue loving them the way Christ loves you, then you will not only have set your own heart free, but you will have showcased a little picture of heaven on earth. If you learn to forgive, you will have learned the greatest defense mechanism against divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Forgiving is hard. But often times, it is even more difficult to be forgivable. Most of us complain about how we have been wronged by our families, but we fail to realize that we ourselves have been guilty of hurting them, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-312349563102676658?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/312349563102676658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=312349563102676658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/312349563102676658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/312349563102676658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/learn-to-forgive-and-be-forgivable.html' title='Learn to Forgive and be Forgivable'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RltvqUahHUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Qt3zxeQqVfg/s72-c/abcd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-4282560289136708832</id><published>2007-05-15T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:22.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Tune</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RlsqikahHNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mGUeHE_QyhE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069692578914442450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="160" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RlsqikahHNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mGUeHE_QyhE/s320/1.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;For those of us who have spent years tied to the mast and for those of us who couldn't bear the allurement and crashed against the rocks, it's time to set sail to a different tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;In our love-hungry generation we struggle to believe that the ''beautiful side of love'' really exists. But the truth is, the version of love that is alive and real and in the heart and mind of God. It is the ''sweeter song.'' And when you hear this ''sweeter song'' you, too, will realize that it is ten thousand times more magnificent than your most grandiose imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;God reated us with a desire for companionship. He designed us to intensly long for intimacy- spiritual, emotional and yes, even physical. He did not make us this way and provide us with these longings as a form of cruel torture, but as the most perfect girl He could possibly give us. Just as a lover desires to show his adoration to his bride by tenderly presenting her with a dedicate and fragnant rose, so has our Great Lover gifted us with this delicate and wondrous capacity to give and receive love and passion, And once we awaken to this truth, then we will also discover that, as the Inventor of romance, He also want to teach us how to discover it in all its fullness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So for all of you in this generation who dream of something eternally sweet and are tired of rope burn, God is eagerly waiting for you to jump aboard His ship so that He can play the ''sweeter song'' just for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-4282560289136708832?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/4282560289136708832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=4282560289136708832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4282560289136708832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4282560289136708832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/different-tune.html' title='A Different Tune'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RlsqikahHNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mGUeHE_QyhE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-9031032719061605076</id><published>2007-05-15T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:23.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's an Art :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlt7TEahHbI/AAAAAAAAACs/V2qBm-JWH8c/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069781373068320178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlt7TEahHbI/AAAAAAAAACs/V2qBm-JWH8c/s320/roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;Faithfulness is an attribute of heavenly romance that is extremly misunderstood. How can you be faithful to someone before you even meet? Isn't faithfulness a quality that becomes important once a relationship already exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;We are all commanded by God to be succesful in mastering the art of faithfulness. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Faithfulness&lt;/span&gt; is a discipline that is refined and honed through years of practice. Over time it becomes a habit. In a sense, it is learning to love your future spouse through patiently waiting, consistently hoping, and living by the high standard to which you've been called. I like to picture faithfulness as anoak tree, which patiently endures the torrid winds and rains, only to become stronger and more solid as a result. It is strength learned through persevering; it is integrity gained through waiting. It's imperative to the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;''beautiful side of love.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-9031032719061605076?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/9031032719061605076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=9031032719061605076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/9031032719061605076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/9031032719061605076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-art-d.html' title='It&apos;s an Art :D'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlt7TEahHbI/AAAAAAAAACs/V2qBm-JWH8c/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-6954975962845044946</id><published>2007-05-15T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:23.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Guy Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlt-3EahHfI/AAAAAAAAADM/gb-vLWPqheM/s1600-h/dove1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069785290078494194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlt-3EahHfI/AAAAAAAAADM/gb-vLWPqheM/s320/dove1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Give this warped world a little taste of heaven on earth by graciously accepting the hand life deals you. In the dense, immoral fog of this generation, shine your life as a beacon, guiding others to the goodness and grace of God. Though this world is polluted, live in spotless purity, uncontaminated by all the garbage around you. ( Philippians 2: 14-15&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;Guys, just imagine that God has it in His mind to bring into your life someday a precious and lovely wife who will make your heart skip a beat every time you look at her. Can you picture that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;Now, I want you also imagine that this beautiful young woman can see you right now. Pretend that she is capable of watching you, everywhere you go, and she is able to see everything you do. I know this is really stretching your imagination, guys, but stick with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;Okay then, if she could see and hear everything, ask yourself this question, ''If she followed me around throughtout my day, everyday of my life, would she feel cherished and adored by me as she watches me interact with other girls? Would she come away each day saying, 'He sure does love me!' or would she be deeply hurt by the way I give what is hers to other women?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;For instance, what if I was spending a Friday night with a perfumed little lady instead of with my dateless buddies. What if my future spouse could see me slithering my snake-like arm around another girl's shoulder? What if she could witnessme puckering my unbridled and oversized lips and kissing someone else? Do you think she would be cheering me on? ( Just Kidding, of course i dont. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;I wanted to adore her and cherish her before I even met her. And I realize I could do that by choosing, in every situation life brought my way, to think of her as if she were right beside me and to consider how my decisions would affect her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;Now how would you, as a guy, respond to a statement like that? Whether or not that is an unrealistic request for a woman to have is beside the point. The point is this, the desire she had ( and your future wife has right now, even though you don't yet know her ) is that you would be a '' one woman man'' you entire life, not just after you meet her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;Give her your heart, mind, body now! It easy to run around from one shallow relationship to the next, meeting your own selfish desires. But it takes a real man, a real lover, to keep one woman satisfied for life. I guarantee you, the rewards of such a decision are off-the-charts amazing. And she'll love you like a man longs to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-6954975962845044946?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/6954975962845044946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=6954975962845044946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/6954975962845044946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/6954975962845044946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-guy-talk.html' title='Some Guy Talk'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlt-3EahHfI/AAAAAAAAADM/gb-vLWPqheM/s72-c/dove1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-5713281683709112005</id><published>2007-05-14T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:23.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RlsuREahHSI/AAAAAAAAABk/xb-SP449ZKw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069696676313242914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RlsuREahHSI/AAAAAAAAABk/xb-SP449ZKw/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;If we cut off their tongues and forbid the Christians speech, they love with their hands, with their feet, and with their eyes, they love always and everywhere until their last respiration. Does anybody know how to take out the power of love from these stupid Christians?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Love is the cologne of Christ. You can't get close to Him without catching its overwhelming fragnance. Love is the scent of Christ's true followers, too. And it's the fragnance of love that we, as Christ's followers, are personally responsible to drench ourselves in. Take off the cologne cap and just dump it. The heavier the aroma, the more of Jesus this world will understand and know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;Jesus wasn't mincing words when He said, You will know my followers by their love. In other words, if there is no scent of Christ's love on someone , then they bear no evidence of true devotion to Christ. Love is our badge as Christians. Just as an FBI agent whips out his ID and states, ''FBI!'' we as Christians whip out our attitudes, actions, and words to prove ''I am with Him!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;Most people never realize that the way we live displays in vivid color, for all the world to see, everything from what we believe in to what we worship and bow down to. You can share a message without ever opening your mouth. Just listen and you will get it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-5713281683709112005?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/5713281683709112005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=5713281683709112005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/5713281683709112005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/5713281683709112005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/christian.html' title='Christian'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RlsuREahHSI/AAAAAAAAABk/xb-SP449ZKw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-4959944529696314991</id><published>2007-05-14T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:24.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RlstPEahHRI/AAAAAAAAABc/FHxg7H6Shgw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069695542441876754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RlstPEahHRI/AAAAAAAAABc/FHxg7H6Shgw/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;The past year have held challenges like we've never know before. Time and time again, you have provided a comforting refuge of encouragement, support, prayer, and most of all, unconditional love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;How many years had I longed and urgently searched for true love? How many nights had I laid awake, dreaming of a beautiful romance - a lasting relationship that wouldn't end in heartache?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;I yearned to be loved and cherished. I had a dreamed of a perfect love story for my entire life. But somewhere in the midst of the endless cycle of one temporary romance after the next, my dreams had shattered right along with the broken and fragmented pieces of heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;I had asked other advice. Those from the older generation had simply given guideliness to follow, which were so completely out of touch with the reality of my world that they were worthless to me. As a Christian, I had listened carefully to the instructions given by the church leaders, and tried to follow the Christian rules of dating to the letter. But their rules never protected me from a broken heart and shattered life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;When I turned to those in the younger generation, I found they were all in the same boat I was in- an endless cycle of shallow and cheap romances that never lasted and left us emotionally bleeding and insecure. In fact, the pain I experience was small compared to what many of my friends had gone through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;As I lay on my bed pondering these thoughts, I found myself inwardly forming a desperate prayer. ''God, where are you in this?'' my heart cried silently. ''I am your child. All my life, you know I have longed for something beautiful. I have searched for true love. Does a pure and perfect romance even exist in this dark world of lust and pervision and sin? Should I even dare to dream of something beyond the shallow, meaningless, cheap version of love I've known so far?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;A quiet challenge deeply touched my spirit in that moment, as if God were tenderly standing before me, with tears of boundles love in his eyes, whispering to my heart... You have searched for true love inyour own way. But my ways are not your ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;It wasn't too long after the tear-filled, hopeless night that my unforgetable journey began. It was a journey to discover something I never before knew existed- the matchless beauty of God -written love story. More out of desperation than confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;I was so aware of the conversation, painting each sunset, and standing over us with a smile. The cheap, imitation romance I'd known before simply could not be compared to this new kind of love I had discovered. I was daily amazed that I had come from a place of heartbreak, confusion, and compromise, to a dream come true. I had discovered a kind of divine love that can't even be found in the fairy tales, simply by giving God the pen of my life's story. He was interested in this part of my life. He did have a plan! And he has one for you, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As for God, His way is perfect. ( Psalm 18:30 )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-4959944529696314991?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/4959944529696314991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=4959944529696314991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4959944529696314991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4959944529696314991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/searching-for-true-love.html' title='Searching for True Love'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RlstPEahHRI/AAAAAAAAABc/FHxg7H6Shgw/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-3035831278028617803</id><published>2007-05-10T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:24.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at first sight? (this is my story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RqdvbEvVtCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KIZed7ct9Lw/s1600-h/love1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091160414685082658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RqdvbEvVtCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KIZed7ct9Lw/s320/love1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(this is my story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;What do you think about love at first sight? Ihave met one special girl who caught my heart the very first time I saw her. The fisrt day we met, everything about me went wrong. I can't understand these feelings. It's as if her picture always appear in my mind. It's a wierd feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;I know I have fallen in love for the first time in my life. I tried to control my heart to change my feelings but my heart has a mind of it's own. I feel so foolish that sometimes in my desire to be close to her, I have done some stupid things that can be the reason to her to hate me, this is the first time i have fallen in love and it causes the greatess hurt. I have failed in so many ways to let her know how much i value her friendship, there are times that i felt so stupid, yet because my love for her I never have given up hope, waiting for the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;I try to analyze my mistake change what can be change and respect her position knowing that time pass by many changing happend, I know that God has the right time and the porpose and plan for me. I thank the lord for his guidance for my friends, concellors, parents and family that help me through their advices and messages. I promised to myself that she will be the one and the last even if time has to take it's toll between us, she will be remain the one and the last girl for me. It is so hard to let go of a wonderful feeling. But let alone that when i saw her happy everything seems fine, if letting go could gave her so much joy then I willing to accept the truth, we will still friends forever.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4655784900739201619-3035831278028617803?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/3035831278028617803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=3035831278028617803&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/3035831278028617803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/3035831278028617803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at first sight? (this is my story)'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/RqdvbEvVtCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KIZed7ct9Lw/s72-c/love1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-3366920374088712978</id><published>2007-05-10T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:25.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlssi0ahHQI/AAAAAAAAABU/7-xieaFOVAw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069694782232665346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlssi0ahHQI/AAAAAAAAABU/7-xieaFOVAw/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Once there was a beautiful bird adorned with colorful and glossy feather. He would fly freely across the sky in perfect harmony. Full of life, shinning high up into mountains, bringing joy to everyone who see him. But because he is beautiful thereare people who want him for themselves they are afraid that they wont see him again and put him in a cage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then something strange happend. The bird unable to express himself simply began to waste away. Since he cannot fly anymore he cost interest in life. Everyday he felt alone. His feathers lost their gloss, hegrew ugly, withered and died.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If we have only looked more deeply into ourselves, to see things beyond what we hold dear. If only we have learn to love and still let go. To be able to nurture life freely. To love and to share life with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only in learning to be selfless can we hold on to an endless love. Once we realize that loving is giving and sharing, even at point of pain. If we only understand that endless love is ment? For people who have love and expect nothing in return such is the gift of a life to live life to the fullest and love and be continuesly be living thinking nothing of ourself but endlessly loving and giving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4655784900739201619-3366920374088712978?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/3366920374088712978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=3366920374088712978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/3366920374088712978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/3366920374088712978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/endless-love.html' title='Endless Love'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlssi0ahHQI/AAAAAAAAABU/7-xieaFOVAw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-2734183689473556679</id><published>2007-05-10T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:25.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are the Zebedee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlt0A0ahHVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IAFvJUUYhJg/s1600-h/abc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069773362954313042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlt0A0ahHVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IAFvJUUYhJg/s320/abc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our group start in a junior camp,this happend when our master ian performed as a Zebedee character, Zebedee is actually the father of James and John and that song became our team song &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;''In the step of the master''&lt;/span&gt;, Our group start with 7seven members, (Ian Dy, Nikko Chua, Clarence Chuahuico, Kensen Co, Edmerson Yu, Michael Sy and me). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Friendship become stronger as the day pass by, now our group have 17seventeen members, we are planning to build up a basketball team and also music band, our group are talented and have strong faith in God, We have unity that our group goal is to become a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD DISCIPLE OF CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When one of us have problem, together we help each other and try to solve them. Our love for one another help us achieve our goal and dreams...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dream of brotherhood in the name of christ our lord, this is our commitment that the name of Jesus be exalted above the anyname and we are his humble children, willing and yielded to be his steward on earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4655784900739201619-2734183689473556679?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/2734183689473556679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=2734183689473556679&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/2734183689473556679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/2734183689473556679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-are-zebedee.html' title='We are the Zebedee'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlt0A0ahHVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IAFvJUUYhJg/s72-c/abc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4655784900739201619.post-4079203878643200687</id><published>2007-05-10T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:31:25.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Must Be The Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlt0c0ahHWI/AAAAAAAAACE/1D2R16zWbYE/s1600-h/abcde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069773843990650210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlt0c0ahHWI/AAAAAAAAACE/1D2R16zWbYE/s320/abcde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE MUST BE THE REASON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Broken love song) composed by: Rafael Enrico Sy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that you are gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As another day pass by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a feeling of emptiness inside of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As my life goes on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes word's can't explain why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I survive without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And learn to accept the truth.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love must be the reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't understand why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything seems special&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zeal in the friendship we have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love must be the reason.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Co'z everything seems so beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having you close beside me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every special moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one can ever change the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greatness of the friendship we once shared.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridges:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special memories last forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over our broken dreams.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4655784900739201619-4079203878643200687?l=enrico14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/feeds/4079203878643200687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4655784900739201619&amp;postID=4079203878643200687&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4079203878643200687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4655784900739201619/posts/default/4079203878643200687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enrico14.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-must-be-reason.html' title='Love Must Be The Reason'/><author><name>rafael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17788415141994603064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa103/enrico_rafael/raf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UNwyN7tC9Y/Rlt0c0ahHWI/AAAAAAAAACE/1D2R16zWbYE/s72-c/abcde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
