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<title>WhAT&#x27;s LoV????
what is love??? here&#x27;s the...</title>
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<description>&#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x3C;U&#x3E;WhAT&#x27;s LoV????&#x3C;/U&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E;
&#x3C;P&#x3E;what is love??? here&#x27;s the real answer..&#x3C;BR&#x3E;For all you people who say, &#x22;I love you&#x22; &#x3C;BR&#x3E;when you have no clue what love is &#x3C;BR&#x3E;exactly!!! &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;thanks chris... now i understand wat LOVE &#x3C;BR&#x3E;really is... unlike wat teenagers nowadays &#x3C;BR&#x3E;used to express it... thier&#x27;s r more like LUST, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;SYMPATHY and INFACTUATION... &#x3C;BR&#x3E;UR &#x22;PESTS&#x22; r exceptional though.. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;ahahaha.... esp one of them... :P Being in &#x3C;BR&#x3E;love is like being in paradise... my dear &#x3C;BR&#x3E;chris... rite? :P still remember PARADISE? &#x3C;BR&#x3E;bet miss psycholity miss it much as well... &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Are your palms sweaty, is your heart &#x3C;BR&#x3E;racing and is your voice caught within &#x3C;BR&#x3E;your chest?? It isn&#x27;t love, it&#x27;s LIKE.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;You can&#x27;t keep your eyes or hands off of &#x3C;BR&#x3E;her/him?? It isn&#x27;t love, it&#x27;s LUST.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Are you proud, and eager to show &#x3C;BR&#x3E;her/him off?? It isn&#x27;t love, it&#x27;s LUCK.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Do you want her because you know &#x3C;BR&#x3E;she&#x27;s/he&#x27;s there?? It isn&#x27;t love, it&#x27;s &#x3C;BR&#x3E;LONELINESS.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Are you with her/him because it&#x27;s what &#x3C;BR&#x3E;everyone wants?? It isn&#x27;t love, it?s &#x3C;BR&#x3E;LOYALTY.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Are you with her because she/he kissed &#x3C;BR&#x3E;you, or held your hand? It isn&#x27;t love, it&#x27;s &#x3C;BR&#x3E;LOW CONFIDENCE.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Do you stay for her/him confessions of &#x3C;BR&#x3E;love, because you don&#x27;t want to hurt &#x3C;BR&#x3E;her/him? It isn&#x27;t love, it&#x27;s PITY.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Do you belong to her/him because the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;sight of her/him makes your heart skip a &#x3C;BR&#x3E;beat?? It isn&#x27;t love, it&#x27;s INFATUATION.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Do you pardon her faults because you &#x3C;BR&#x3E;care about her/him? It isn&#x27;t love, it&#x27;s &#x3C;BR&#x3E;FRIENDSHIP.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Do you tell her/him every day she is the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;only one you think of? It isn&#x27;t love, it&#x27;s a &#x3C;BR&#x3E;LIE.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Are you willing to give up all of your &#x3C;BR&#x3E;favorite things for her sake? It isn&#x27;t love, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;it&#x27;s CHARITY.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;--------------------------------------------------------------&#x3C;BR&#x3E;----&#x3C;BR&#x3E;--------------------------------------------------------------&#x3C;BR&#x3E;----&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Does your heart ache and break when &#x3C;BR&#x3E;she&#x27;s sad? Then it&#x27;s LOVE.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Do you cry for her/his pain, even when &#x3C;BR&#x3E;she&#x27;s/he&#x27;s strong? Then it&#x27;s LOVE.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Do her/his eyes see your true heart, and &#x3C;BR&#x3E;touch your soul so deeply it hurts? Then &#x3C;BR&#x3E;it&#x27;s LOVE.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Do you stay because a blinding, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;incomprehensible mix of pain and &#x3C;BR&#x3E;relation pulls you close and holds you to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;her/him? Then it&#x27;s LOVE.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Do you accept her/his faults because it&#x27;s a &#x3C;BR&#x3E;part of who she/he is? Then it&#x27;s LOVE.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Are you attracted to others, but stay with &#x3C;BR&#x3E;her/him faithfully without regret?? Then &#x3C;BR&#x3E;it&#x27;s LOVE.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Would you give her/him your heart, your &#x3C;BR&#x3E;life, your death?? Then it&#x27;s LOVE.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Now, if love is painful, and tortures us so, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;why do we love? Why is it all we search &#x3C;BR&#x3E;for in life? This pain, this agony? Why is &#x3C;BR&#x3E;it all we long for? This torture, this &#x3C;BR&#x3E;powerful death of self? Why? The answer &#x3C;BR&#x3E;is so simple cause it&#x27;s...LOVE. It is such &#x3C;BR&#x3E;an addictive thing that even people who &#x3C;BR&#x3E;are not having it wish to experience it &#x3C;BR&#x3E;and share it with others as well.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Pass this to all your friends so they don&#x27;t &#x3C;BR&#x3E;make the same mistake with their LOVE &#x3C;BR&#x3E;LIVES!! I like the dreams of the future &#x3C;BR&#x3E;better than the history of the past...&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Love hurts our feeling, but it&#x27;s also the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;reason our soul heal...&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Dont say i love u when u don mean it.. it &#x3C;BR&#x3E;hurts.. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;For all,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;To love is to tolerate.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;To love is to trust.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;To love is to be honest.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;To love is to be understanding.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;To love is to give.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;To love is to accept all faults.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;To love.. It seems like its easy.. but u hav to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;know the real meanin of it... &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E;</description>
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<title>I asked God why I wasn&#x27;t rich,
and He showed...</title>
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<description>I asked God why I wasn&#x27;t rich,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;and He showed me a man with the wealth of a&#x3C;BR&#x3E;thousand kings,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;who was lonely, and had no one to share it with.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;I asked God why I wasn&#x27;t beautiful,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;and He showed me a woman more beautiful than&#x3C;BR&#x3E;any other,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;who was ugly because of her vanity.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;I asked God why i didn&#x27;t have a bigger house,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;and he showed me a family of six,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;who&#x27;d just been evicted from their tiny shack,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;and were forced to live on the streets.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;I asked God why I had to work,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;and He showed me a man who couldn&#x27;t find a&#x3C;BR&#x3E;decent job,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;because he&#x27;d never learned to read.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;I asked God why I wasn&#x27;t more popular,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;and he showed me a socialite with a thousand&#x3C;BR&#x3E;friends,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;who all left at the moment the money and parties&#x3C;BR&#x3E;were no longer there.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;I asked God why I wasn&#x27;t smarter,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;and he showed me a natural born genius,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;who was serving life in prison for making ill use of&#x3C;BR&#x3E;his knowledge.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;I asked God why He put up with a thannkless&#x3C;BR&#x3E;sinner like me,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;and He showed me His Bible, and his Son who&#x3C;BR&#x3E;took my place at the judgment.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;And I knew how much He loved me.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Then brighten up someone else day, in any way&#x3C;BR&#x3E;you care to.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Remember, a candle loses nothing by &#x3C;A href=&#x22;http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Lighting&#x22; target=_blank&#x3E;lighting&#x3C;/A&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;another candle.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Just reach out and touch someone&#x27;s life and&#x3C;BR&#x3E;brighten up their day.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;</description>
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<title>LoVe...
When you think of your past love,
you</title>
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<description>&#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x3C;U&#x3E;LoVe...&#x3C;/U&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E;
&#x3C;P&#x3E;When you think of your past love, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;you &#x3C;BR&#x3E;may view it &#x3C;BR&#x3E;as a failure. But&#x3C;BR&#x3E;when you find a new love, you view the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;past as a &#x3C;BR&#x3E;teacher. In the&#x3C;BR&#x3E;game&#x3C;BR&#x3E;of love, it doesn&#x27;t really matter who won &#x3C;BR&#x3E;or who &#x3C;BR&#x3E;lost. What is&#x3C;BR&#x3E;important is you know when to hold on &#x3C;BR&#x3E;and when &#x3C;BR&#x3E;to let go! You know&#x3C;BR&#x3E;you&#x3C;BR&#x3E;really love someone when you want him &#x3C;BR&#x3E;or her to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;be happy, even if&#x3C;BR&#x3E;their&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;happines means that you&#x27;re not part of it. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Everything happens for&#x3C;BR&#x3E;the&#x3C;BR&#x3E;best. If the person you love doesn&#x27;t love &#x3C;BR&#x3E;you back, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;don&#x27;t be afraid&#x3C;BR&#x3E;to&#x3C;BR&#x3E;love someone else again, for you&#x27;ll never &#x3C;BR&#x3E;know &#x3C;BR&#x3E;unless you give it a&#x3C;BR&#x3E;try. You&#x27;ll never love a person you love &#x3C;BR&#x3E;unless you &#x3C;BR&#x3E;risk for love.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Love&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;strives in hurting. If you don&#x27;t get hurt, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;you don&#x27;t &#x3C;BR&#x3E;learn how to&#x3C;BR&#x3E;love.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Love doesn&#x27;t hurt all the time. Though &#x3C;BR&#x3E;the hurting &#x3C;BR&#x3E;is still there&#x3C;BR&#x3E;to&#x3C;BR&#x3E;test you, to help you grow. Don&#x27;t find &#x3C;BR&#x3E;love, let love &#x3C;BR&#x3E;find you.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;That&#x27;s&#x3C;BR&#x3E;why it&#x27;s called falling in love because you &#x3C;BR&#x3E;don&#x27;t &#x3C;BR&#x3E;force yourself to&#x3C;BR&#x3E;fall. You just fall. You cannot finish a &#x3C;BR&#x3E;book without &#x3C;BR&#x3E;closing it&#x27;s&#x3C;BR&#x3E;chapters. If you want to go on, then you &#x3C;BR&#x3E;have to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;leave the past as&#x3C;BR&#x3E;you&#x3C;BR&#x3E;turn the pages. Love is not destroyed by a &#x3C;BR&#x3E;single &#x3C;BR&#x3E;failure or won by&#x3C;BR&#x3E;a&#x3C;BR&#x3E;single caress. It is a lifetime venture in &#x3C;BR&#x3E;which we &#x3C;BR&#x3E;are always&#x3C;BR&#x3E;learning, discovering and growing. The &#x3C;BR&#x3E;greatest &#x3C;BR&#x3E;irony of love is&#x3C;BR&#x3E;letting go when you need to hold on and &#x3C;BR&#x3E;holding &#x3C;BR&#x3E;on when you need to&#x3C;BR&#x3E;let&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;go. We lose someone we love only when &#x3C;BR&#x3E;we are &#x3C;BR&#x3E;destined to find&#x3C;BR&#x3E;someone&#x3C;BR&#x3E;else who can love us even more than we &#x3C;BR&#x3E;can love &#x3C;BR&#x3E;ourselves. On&#x3C;BR&#x3E;falling&#x3C;BR&#x3E;out of love, take some time to heal and &#x3C;BR&#x3E;then get &#x3C;BR&#x3E;back on the horse.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;But&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;don&#x27;t ever make the same mistake of &#x3C;BR&#x3E;riding the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;same one that threw&#x3C;BR&#x3E;you&#x3C;BR&#x3E;the first time. To love is to risk rejections, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;to live is &#x3C;BR&#x3E;to risk&#x3C;BR&#x3E;dying, to hope is to risk failure. But risk &#x3C;BR&#x3E;must be &#x3C;BR&#x3E;taken because&#x3C;BR&#x3E;the&#x3C;BR&#x3E;greatest hazard in life is risk nothing! To &#x3C;BR&#x3E;reach for &#x3C;BR&#x3E;another is to&#x3C;BR&#x3E;risk involvement, to expose your feelings &#x3C;BR&#x3E;is to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;expose true self,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;to&#x3C;BR&#x3E;love is to risk not to be loved in return. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;How to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;define love: fall&#x3C;BR&#x3E;but&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;do not stumble, be constant but not too &#x3C;BR&#x3E;persistent, share and never&#x3C;BR&#x3E;be&#x3C;BR&#x3E;unfair, understand and try not to demand, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;hurt but &#x3C;BR&#x3E;never keep the&#x3C;BR&#x3E;pain.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Love is like a &#x3C;A href=&#x22;http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Knife&#x22; target=_blank&#x3E;knife&#x3C;/A&#x3E;. It can stab the heart &#x3C;BR&#x3E;or it can &#x3C;BR&#x3E;carve&#x3C;BR&#x3E;wonderful&#x3C;BR&#x3E;images into the soul that always last for a &#x3C;BR&#x3E;lifetime. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Love is&#x3C;BR&#x3E;supposed&#x3C;BR&#x3E;to be the most wonderful feeling. It &#x3C;BR&#x3E;should inspire &#x3C;BR&#x3E;you and give&#x3C;BR&#x3E;you&#x3C;BR&#x3E;joy and strength. But sometimes the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;things that &#x3C;BR&#x3E;give you joy can&#x3C;BR&#x3E;also&#x3C;BR&#x3E;hurt you in the end. Loving people &#x3C;BR&#x3E;means giving &#x3C;BR&#x3E;them the freedom&#x3C;BR&#x3E;who&#x3C;BR&#x3E;they choose to be and where they choose &#x3C;BR&#x3E;to be. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;For all the&#x3C;BR&#x3E;heartaches&#x3C;BR&#x3E;and the tears, for gloomy days and &#x3C;BR&#x3E;fruitless years, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;you should give&#x3C;BR&#x3E;thanks, for you know, that there were the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;things &#x3C;BR&#x3E;that helped you&#x3C;BR&#x3E;grow.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Loving someone means giving him the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;freedom to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;find his way,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;whether&#x3C;BR&#x3E;it&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;leads towards you or away from you. Love &#x3C;BR&#x3E;is a &#x3C;BR&#x3E;painful risk to take&#x3C;BR&#x3E;but&#x3C;BR&#x3E;the risk must be taken no matter how &#x3C;BR&#x3E;scary or &#x3C;BR&#x3E;painful, for only&#x3C;BR&#x3E;then&#x3C;BR&#x3E;you&#x27;ll experience the fullness of humanity &#x3C;BR&#x3E;and that &#x3C;BR&#x3E;is love. Only&#x3C;BR&#x3E;love&#x3C;BR&#x3E;can hurt your heart, fill you with desire &#x3C;BR&#x3E;and tear &#x3C;BR&#x3E;you apart. Only&#x3C;BR&#x3E;love&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;can make you cry and only love knows &#x3C;BR&#x3E;why. If &#x3C;BR&#x3E;you&#x27;re not ready to&#x3C;BR&#x3E;cry,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;if you&#x27;re not ready to take the risk, if &#x3C;BR&#x3E;you&#x27;re not &#x3C;BR&#x3E;ready to feel&#x3C;BR&#x3E;the&#x3C;BR&#x3E;pain, then you&#x27;re not ready to fall in love. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;There &#x3C;BR&#x3E;was a time in&#x3C;BR&#x3E;our&#x3C;BR&#x3E;lives when we became afraid to fall in &#x3C;BR&#x3E;love coz &#x3C;BR&#x3E;every time we do,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;we&#x3C;BR&#x3E;get hurt, then I figured that&#x27;s why it&#x27;s &#x3C;BR&#x3E;called falling &#x3C;BR&#x3E;in love.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;When&#x3C;BR&#x3E;you decide to love, allow it to grow. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;When you &#x3C;BR&#x3E;promise to love,&#x3C;BR&#x3E;refuse&#x3C;BR&#x3E;to let it die!&#x3C;/P&#x3E;</description>
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<title>People Come In Your Life For A Reason
People...</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/jsytang/journal/1021959</link>
<description>&#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x3C;U&#x3E;People Come In Your Life For A Reason&#x3C;/U&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E;
&#x3C;P&#x3E;People come into your life for a Reason,a Season &#x3C;BR&#x3E;or a Lifetime. When you know which one it is, you &#x3C;BR&#x3E;will know what to do for that person. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is &#x3C;BR&#x3E;usually to meet a need you have expressed. They &#x3C;BR&#x3E;have come to assist you through a difficulty, to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;provide you with guidance and support, to aid you &#x3C;BR&#x3E;physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may &#x3C;BR&#x3E;seem like a godsend, and they are. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;They are there for the REASON you need them to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part, or &#x3C;BR&#x3E;at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do &#x3C;BR&#x3E;something to bring the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Sometimes they walk away. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Sometimes they act up and force us to take a &#x3C;BR&#x3E;stand. What we must realize is &#x3C;BR&#x3E;that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;their work is done. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;The prayer you sent up has been answered, and &#x3C;BR&#x3E;now it is time to move &#x3C;BR&#x3E;on. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Some people come into your life for a SEASON, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;because your turn has come to share, grow, or &#x3C;BR&#x3E;learn. They bring you an experience of peace, or &#x3C;BR&#x3E;make you laugh. They may teach you something &#x3C;BR&#x3E;you have never done. They usually give you an &#x3C;BR&#x3E;unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it. It is real. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;But, only for a SEASON. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;LIFETIME relationships teach you LIFETIME &#x3C;BR&#x3E;lessons; things you must build upon in order to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;accept the lesson, love the person, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;and put what you have learned to use in all other &#x3C;BR&#x3E;relationships and areas &#x3C;BR&#x3E;of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship &#x3C;BR&#x3E;is clairvoyant.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2005 20:52 EST</pubDate>
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<title>There is none like you,
No one else can...</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/jsytang/journal/1018447</link>
<description>There is none like you,
No one else can touch my heart like you do,
I could search for all enternity long,
And find there is none like you.

Your mercy flows like a river wide,
And healing comes from your hands,
Suffering children are safe in your arms,
There is none like you.

I could searh for eternity long,
There is none,
There is none,
There is none like you.</description>
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<title>Jesus Blood
One night in a church service a...</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/jsytang/journal/1011053</link>
<description>&#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x3C;U&#x3E;Jesus Blood&#x3C;/U&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E;
&#x3C;P&#x3E;One night in a church service a young woman felt &#x3C;BR&#x3E;the tug of God at her&#x3C;BR&#x3E;heart. She responded to God&#x27;s call and accepted &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Jesus as her Lord and&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Savior.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;The young woman had a very rough past, involving &#x3C;BR&#x3E;alcohol, drugs, and&#x3C;BR&#x3E;prostitution. But, the change in her was evident. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;As time went on, she&#x3C;BR&#x3E;became a faithful member of the church. She &#x3C;BR&#x3E;eventually became involved&#x3C;BR&#x3E;in the ministry, teaching young children.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;It was not very long until this faithful young woman &#x3C;BR&#x3E;had caught the eye&#x3C;BR&#x3E;and heart of the pastor&#x27;s son. The relationship &#x3C;BR&#x3E;grew and they began to&#x3C;BR&#x3E;make wedding plans. This is when the problems &#x3C;BR&#x3E;began. You see, about&#x3C;BR&#x3E;one-half of the church did not think that a woman &#x3C;BR&#x3E;with a past such as&#x3C;BR&#x3E;hers was suitable for a pastor&#x27;s son. The church &#x3C;BR&#x3E;began to argue and&#x3C;BR&#x3E;fight about the matter. So, they decided to have a &#x3C;BR&#x3E;meeting. As the&#x3C;BR&#x3E;people made their arguments and tensions &#x3C;BR&#x3E;increased, the meeting was&#x3C;BR&#x3E;getting completely out of hand.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;The young woman became very upset about all &#x3C;BR&#x3E;the things being brought up&#x3C;BR&#x3E;about her past. As she began to cry, the pastor&#x27;s &#x3C;BR&#x3E;son stood to speak.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;He could not bear the pain it was causing his wife-&#x3C;BR&#x3E;to-be. He began to&#x3C;BR&#x3E;speak and his statement was this:&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x22;My fiancee&#x27;s past is not what is on trial here. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;What you are&#x3C;BR&#x3E;questioning is the ability of the blood of Jesus to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;wash away sin.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Today, you have put the blood of Jesus on trial. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;So, does it wash away&#x3C;BR&#x3E;sin or not?&#x22;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;The whole church began to weep as they realized &#x3C;BR&#x3E;that they had been&#x3C;BR&#x3E;slandering the blood of the Lord Jesus Christ.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Too often, even as Christians, we bring up the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;past and use it as a&#x3C;BR&#x3E;weapon against our brothers and sisters. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Forgiveness is a very&#x3C;BR&#x3E;foundational part of the Gospel of the Lord Jesus &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Christ. If the blood&#x3C;BR&#x3E;of Jesus does not cleanse the other person &#x3C;BR&#x3E;completely, then it cannot&#x3C;BR&#x3E;cleanse us completely. If that is the case, then we &#x3C;BR&#x3E;are all in a lot of&#x3C;BR&#x3E;trouble. What can wash away my sins? Nothing &#x3C;BR&#x3E;but the blood of Jesus.&#x3C;/P&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2005 21:27 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Protect By Angels
John Paton was a...</title>
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<description>&#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x3C;U&#x3E;Protect By Angels&#x3C;/U&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E;
&#x3C;P&#x3E;John Paton was a missionary in the New Hebrides &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Islands. One night hostile natives surrounded the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;mission station, intent on burning out the Patons &#x3C;BR&#x3E;and killing them. Paton and his wife prayed during &#x3C;BR&#x3E;that terror-filled night that God would deliver them. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;When daylight came they were amazed to see &#x3C;BR&#x3E;their attackers leave. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;A year later, the chief of the tribe was converted to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Christ. Remembering what had happened, Paton &#x3C;BR&#x3E;asked the chief what had kept him from burning &#x3C;BR&#x3E;down the house and killing them. The chief replied &#x3C;BR&#x3E;in surprise, &#x22;Who were all those men with you &#x3C;BR&#x3E;there?&#x22; Paton knew no men were present--but the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;chief said he was afraid to attack because he had &#x3C;BR&#x3E;seen hundreds of big men in shining garments with &#x3C;BR&#x3E;drawn swords circling the mission station. A &#x3C;BR&#x3E;modern-day account of angels protecting &#x3C;BR&#x3E;believers ? We can&#x27;t say for sure, but the Bible &#x3C;BR&#x3E;teaches that angels minister to believers today just &#x3C;BR&#x3E;as they did with Jesus and saints of the past. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2005 21:25 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Friendship is a quiet walk in the park with...</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/jsytang/journal/1011047</link>
<description>&#x3C;P&#x3E;Friendship is a quiet walk in the park with the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;one you trust &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Love is when you feel like you are the only two &#x3C;BR&#x3E;around &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Friendship is when they gaze into your eyes &#x3C;BR&#x3E;and you know they care &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Love is when they gaze into your eyes and it &#x3C;BR&#x3E;warms your heart &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Friendship is being close even when you are far &#x3C;BR&#x3E;apart &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Love is when you can still feel their hand on &#x3C;BR&#x3E;your heart when they are not near &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Friendship is hoping that they experience the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;very best &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Love is when you bring them the very best &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Friendship occupies your mind &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Love occupies your soul &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Friendship is knowing that you will always try to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;be there when in need &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Love is when you will give up everything to be &#x3C;BR&#x3E;at their side &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;U&#x3E;Friendship vs Love&#x3C;/U&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E;
&#x3C;P&#x3E;Friendship is a warm smile in the winter &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Love is a warming touch that sends a pulse &#x3C;BR&#x3E;through your heart &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Love is a beautiful smile to which nothing &#x3C;BR&#x3E;compares &#x3C;BR&#x3E;A tender laugh, which opens your heart &#x3C;BR&#x3E;A single touch that melts away your fears &#x3C;BR&#x3E;A smell that reminds you of the tenderness of &#x3C;BR&#x3E;heaven &#x3C;BR&#x3E;A voice that reminds you of the innocence of &#x3C;BR&#x3E;youth &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Friendship can survive without love &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Love cannot live without friendship&#x3C;/P&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2005 21:22 EST</pubDate>
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<title>If someone comes into your life and becomes...</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/jsytang/journal/1011042</link>
<description>If someone comes into your life and becomes a part of you but for some reasons he couldn&#x27;t stay, don&#x27;t cry too much...just &#x3C;BR&#x3E;be glad that your paths crossed and somehow he made you happy even for a while. Bottomline : Time will tell, If he&#x27;s yours-he will come back The greatest regrets in our lives are the risks we did not take. If you think something will make you happy, go for it.Remember that we pass this way only once. Bottomline : Time don&#x27;t wait. If you think you&#x27;ve found the right one, treasure him/her. don&#x27;t let him/her go away. Don&#x27;t let fear hold you back. Give it a try, else you might regret this later...no one else knows &#x3C;BR&#x3E;what can truly make you happy. Two tear drops were floating down the river. One teardrop said to the other, &#x22;I&#x27;m the teardrop of a girl who loved a man and lost him. Who are you?&#x22;...&#x22;I&#x27;m the teardrop of the man who regret letting a girl go...&#x22; Bottomline : Nobody will sympathise a person who constantly let chances pass by without making any efforts to salvage. We normally don&#x27;t realize how important our loved ones are until they left us, we &#x3C;BR&#x3E;then start reminiscing which eventually makes us miserable. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;It&#x27;s so funny how we set qualifications for the right person to love, while at the back of our minds we know that the person we truly love will always be an exception. Bottomline : We are critical especially to the one we like or love because we want them to be the best, constantly seeking for perfection, which should be worked out by both parties. Love can make you happy although often times it hurts. But love is only special if you give it to which it&#x27;s worth. Bottomline : If you found someone who truly &#x3C;BR&#x3E;appreciates you, He/she deserves more of your love. To love is like playing the piano. First, you play by the rules. Then, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;you must forget the rules and play from the heart. Bottomline : Trust is important , to trust a person you like / love must first let the person you like/love trust you. Have confidence in yourself and the person who likes / loves you. Never leave them doubting and don&#x27;t doubt what he/she has to give. What If someone tells you this: I don&#x27;t believe in courtship.It&#x27;s just a waste of time. If I love the person, I&#x27;ll tell her right away. But for you I will make an exception...just love me now and I&#x27;ll court you forever... Btomline : Love needs time to realise, there might be love at first sight but it takes time to let one gradually discover their affection towards another, miss him/her when he/she is not around, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;hope to hear from her/him when the person hasn&#x27;t written or called. You never lose in loving. You only lose in holding &#x3C;BR&#x3E;back. Bottomline : Don&#x27;t be afraid to tell the person you &#x3C;BR&#x3E;like/love how much you like/love him/her. let them know, let them decide and make a decision. The Best thing in life is to tell the person you like/love how important theyare to you, by doing so, you feel free. The greatest challenge in our life is to find &#x3C;BR&#x3E;someone who knows our flaws and differences and yet still willingly embraces you with so much love. Bottomline : Love is a means of self giving and sacrifice..if he/she knows your flaws and is still willing to accept you, love him/her even more...You are lucky! This person truly deserves your love and affection. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;The spaces between our fingers were created so that another person&#x27;s fingers could fill them in. Bottomline : Open your heart, let people love you, never doubt their intentions, sincerity can be felt by the heart.</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2005 21:12 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Jesus And His Children
Everyone in the small...</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/jsytang/journal/1011033</link>
<description>&#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x3C;U&#x3E;Jesus And His Children&#x3C;/U&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E;
&#x3C;P&#x3E;Everyone in the small town by the lake was &#x3C;BR&#x3E;excited. Everyone was talking about Jesus, the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Messiah. They had heard about the marvelous &#x3C;BR&#x3E;stories that He told, He taught about God&#x27;s Love, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;and preformed wonderful miracles. Jesus was &#x3C;BR&#x3E;going to Jerusalem and He was stopping here in &#x3C;BR&#x3E;their little town. Everyone wanted to see the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;miracles with their own eyes. They wanted to hear &#x3C;BR&#x3E;His stories first hand. Everyone wanted just to be &#x3C;BR&#x3E;in His presence. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;When the mothers heard that Jesus was in their &#x3C;BR&#x3E;town they stopped their cooking. When the fathers &#x3C;BR&#x3E;heard, they stopped working in their fields or put &#x3C;BR&#x3E;down their fishing nets. A large group of parents &#x3C;BR&#x3E;decided to bring their children with them. They &#x3C;BR&#x3E;wanted Jesus to bless their children.&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;When they finally reached the place where Jesus &#x3C;BR&#x3E;was a dreadful thing happened. They could not get &#x3C;BR&#x3E;near Jesus! Everyone from town was there. Finally &#x3C;BR&#x3E;the parents and children managed to get close to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Jesus, but Jesus&#x27; disciples stopped them. &#x22;What &#x3C;BR&#x3E;are you doing here with all of those children?&#x22; &#x3C;BR&#x3E;asked a disciple. &#x22;We came in hopes that Jesus &#x3C;BR&#x3E;will bless our children,&#x22; replied a father. &#x22;You must &#x3C;BR&#x3E;go away now,&#x22; insisted the disciple. &#x22;Jesus does &#x3C;BR&#x3E;not have time for children. He is very busy talking &#x3C;BR&#x3E;with important people.&#x22; The parents sadly turned &#x3C;BR&#x3E;away, and started to leave. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;But suddenly a gentle voice could be heard &#x3C;BR&#x3E;saying &#x22;DO NOT TURN THE CHILDREN AWAY.&#x22; It &#x3C;BR&#x3E;was the voice of Jesus. He had heard what the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;disciple had told the parents. Jesus heard &#x3C;BR&#x3E;everything even when a big crowd of people were &#x3C;BR&#x3E;around Him. &#x22;Bring the children to Me,&#x22; Jesus &#x3C;BR&#x3E;continued. The crowd moved back to let the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;children through to Jesus. The parents followed &#x3C;BR&#x3E;behind. Jesus held out His arms and hugged each &#x3C;BR&#x3E;one of the little children. He gently touched each &#x3C;BR&#x3E;one, from the youngest to the oldest child. The &#x3C;BR&#x3E;children made Jesus smile and laugh. &#x22;I wish &#x3C;BR&#x3E;everyone were like little children, for the Kingdom &#x3C;BR&#x3E;of God belongs to such as these,&#x22; Jesus said, and &#x3C;BR&#x3E;then He placed His hands on each child and &#x3C;BR&#x3E;blessed them. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;(This story was inspired from the Bible Story in &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Matthew 19:13;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Mark 10:13-16; and Luke 18:15-17)&#x3C;/P&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2005 20:59 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Chinie is a typical college girl who enjoys...</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/jsytang/journal/1011029</link>
<description>Chinie is a typical college girl who enjoys life to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;the fullest. She loves her boyfriend so much and &#x3C;BR&#x3E;texts him every now and then. JM is Chinie&#x27;s &#x3C;BR&#x3E;boyfriend who works in a call center in Ortigas. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;He&#x27;s always busy doing so many things. He only &#x3C;BR&#x3E;manage to reply to Chinie&#x27;s texts when he got off &#x3C;BR&#x3E;from work. One time JM receive a message from &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Chinie: &#x22;hi baby! how r u? miss u! call me when u &#x3C;BR&#x3E;come home k?! tc! lovu!&#x22; JM ignored the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;message because he always receive the same &#x3C;BR&#x3E;message whenever it is time for him to go home &#x3C;BR&#x3E;from work. &#x22;baby,i miss u already! did u eat &#x3C;BR&#x3E;yet?! &#x3C;BR&#x3E;take care when u go home! ill be w8ing 4 ur call. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;lovu!&#x22; &#x22;baby,where r u?! u&#x27;re not replying to my &#x3C;BR&#x3E;msg. well,ill b here w8ing for ur call! lovu!&#x22; JM &#x3C;BR&#x3E;reaches home and lay on his bed. The last time &#x3C;BR&#x3E;he knew is tha he&#x27;s reading Chinie&#x27;s text. He was &#x3C;BR&#x3E;so tired he fall asleep and wasn&#x27;t able to return &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Chinie&#x27;s call. He can still hear his phone beeps &#x3C;BR&#x3E;but he&#x27;s too tired to take a glimpse on the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;message. When he woke up the next day, he &#x3C;BR&#x3E;remember that he needs to call Chinie. He &#x3C;BR&#x3E;ignored the messages and dialed Chinie&#x27;s #. No &#x3C;BR&#x3E;one&#x27;s answering in her house. He called up her &#x3C;BR&#x3E;cellphone and he was surprised that her father &#x3C;BR&#x3E;answered the call. In his voice you can feel his &#x3C;BR&#x3E;tears and hear his heart tearing apart. &#x22;JM,why&#x27;d &#x3C;BR&#x3E;u call just now? Chinie&#x27;s been waiting for &#x3C;BR&#x3E;u!&#x22; &#x22;Dad sorry.i was tired so i fell asleep. i &#x3C;BR&#x3E;called &#x3C;BR&#x3E;at home but noone answered.wher are u &#x3C;BR&#x3E;now?.&#x22; &#x22;just wait for us at home&#x22; JM went to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Chinie&#x27;s house and much to his surprised he saw &#x3C;BR&#x3E;a lot of people inside. The house were so lighted &#x3C;BR&#x3E;but you can see the gloom on every person you&#x27;ll &#x3C;BR&#x3E;meet there. He was greeted by Chinie&#x27;s mom on &#x3C;BR&#x3E;tears. She hug him tight and cried on his &#x3C;BR&#x3E;shoulders. &#x22;Chinie was waiting for u. she didnt &#x3C;BR&#x3E;go &#x3C;BR&#x3E;out with us coz she was waiting for ur call. she &#x3C;BR&#x3E;was killed las night by some robbers who came &#x3C;BR&#x3E;in here. she&#x27;s gone JM, she&#x27;s gone&#x22; &#x22;Ma,Chinie &#x3C;BR&#x3E;texted me last night..how could that have &#x3C;BR&#x3E;happened?!&#x22; JM can&#x27;t look who&#x27;s inside the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;coffin. He can&#x27;t move and it feels like his whole &#x3C;BR&#x3E;body is stucked on the chair his seating. He &#x3C;BR&#x3E;wanted to cry but it seems that something is &#x3C;BR&#x3E;blocking his tears to fall down. He turn to his &#x3C;BR&#x3E;phone and read the messages of Chinie. &#x22;baby, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;ill be w8ing for u to call. i wont go out with &#x3C;BR&#x3E;dad &#x3C;BR&#x3E;anymore!&#x22; &#x22;baby, im scared. i think theres som1 &#x3C;BR&#x3E;downstairs. pls call me already!&#x22; &#x22;baby, theyre &#x3C;BR&#x3E;here. wut f they kill me. pls call me. baby where &#x3C;BR&#x3E;r &#x3C;BR&#x3E;u? i need you here now. please baby i can hear &#x3C;BR&#x3E;them come...&#x22; &#x22;baby.... i love you!...&#x22; He wanted &#x3C;BR&#x3E;to shout and cry so loud. It&#x27;s true that Chinie &#x3C;BR&#x3E;is &#x3C;BR&#x3E;waiting for his call. Up to her last breath she &#x3C;BR&#x3E;only &#x3C;BR&#x3E;thinks about him. He stare at Chinie inside the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;coffin. Suddenly tears starts flowing down his &#x3C;BR&#x3E;cheeks. He can&#x27;t say anything. The only words he &#x3C;BR&#x3E;uttered... &#x22;My baby, i&#x27;m so sorry! I could have &#x3C;BR&#x3E;known, i could have fight for you! i&#x27;m really &#x3C;BR&#x3E;sorry! I &#x3C;BR&#x3E;love you so much!&#x22;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2005 20:52 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Things Aren&#x27;t Always What They Seem
Two...</title>
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<description>&#x3C;P&#x3E;&#x3C;U&#x3E;Things Aren&#x27;t Always What They Seem&#x3C;/U&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E;
&#x3C;P&#x3E;Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night &#x3C;BR&#x3E;in the home of a wealthy family.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; &#x3C;BR&#x3E;The family was rude and refused to let the angels &#x3C;BR&#x3E;stay in the mansion&#x27;s guest room. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Instead the angels were given a small space in &#x3C;BR&#x3E;the cold basement.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; &#x3C;BR&#x3E;As they made their bed on the hard floor, the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; &#x3C;BR&#x3E;When the younger angel asked why, the older &#x3C;BR&#x3E;angel replied, &#x22;Things aren&#x27;t always what they &#x3C;BR&#x3E;seem.&#x22;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; &#x3C;BR&#x3E;The next night the pair came to rest at the house &#x3C;BR&#x3E;of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his &#x3C;BR&#x3E;wife. After sharing what little food they had the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they &#x3C;BR&#x3E;could have a good night&#x27;s rest.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; &#x3C;BR&#x3E;When the sun came up the next morning the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their &#x3C;BR&#x3E;only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;lay dead in the field.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; &#x3C;BR&#x3E;The younger angel was infuriated and asked the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;older angel how could you have let this happen?&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; &#x3C;BR&#x3E;The first man had everything, yet you helped him, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;she accused.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; &#x3C;BR&#x3E;The second family had little but was willing to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;share everything, and you let the cow die. &#x22;Things &#x3C;BR&#x3E;aren&#x27;t always what they seem,&#x22; the older angel &#x3C;BR&#x3E;replied.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x22;When we stayed in the basement of the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that &#x3C;BR&#x3E;hole in the wall. Since the owner was so &#x3C;BR&#x3E;obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his &#x3C;BR&#x3E;good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn&#x27;t find &#x3C;BR&#x3E;it.&#x22;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x22;Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;the angel of death came for his wife. I gave him the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;cow instead.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Things aren&#x27;t always what they seem.&#x22;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Sometimes that is exactly what happens when &#x3C;BR&#x3E;things don&#x27;t turn out the way they should. If you &#x3C;BR&#x3E;have faith, you just need to trust that every out &#x3C;BR&#x3E;come is always to your advantage. You just might &#x3C;BR&#x3E;not know it until some time later... &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;Right Now -&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody is thinking of you.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody is caring about you.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody misses you&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody wants to talk to you.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody wants to be with you.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody hopes you aren&#x27;t in trouble.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody is thankful for the support you have&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;provided.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody wants to hold your hand.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody hopes everything turns out all right.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody wants you to be happy.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody wants you to find him/her.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody is celebrating your successes.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody wants to give you a gift.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody thinks that you ARE a gift.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody loves you.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody admires your strength.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody is thinking of you and smiling.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;BR&#x3E; -somebody wants to be your shoulder to cry on&#x3C;/P&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2005 20:44 EST</pubDate>
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<title>30 reaL thing boUt girLs feeliNg~
1. When a...</title>
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<description>&#x3C;P&#x3E;30 reaL thing boUt girLs feeliNg~ &#x3C;/P&#x3E;
&#x3C;P&#x3E;1. When a girl says she&#x27;s sad, but she isn&#x27;t &#x3C;BR&#x3E;crying, it means she&#x27;s crying in her heart. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;2. When she ignores you after you&#x27;ve done &#x3C;BR&#x3E;something wrong, it&#x27;s best to give her some &#x3C;BR&#x3E;time to cool down before touching her heart &#x3C;BR&#x3E;with an apology. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;3. A girl can&#x27;t find anything to hate about the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;guy she loves (which is why it is so hard for &#x3C;BR&#x3E;her to &#x27;get over him&#x27; after the relationship&#x27;s &#x3C;BR&#x3E;over.) &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;4. If a girl loves a guy, he will always be on &#x3C;BR&#x3E;her mind every minute of the day, even &#x3C;BR&#x3E;though &#x3C;BR&#x3E;she flirts with other guys. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;5. When the guy she likes smiles and stares &#x3C;BR&#x3E;deep into her eyes, she will melt. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;6. A girl likes to hear compliments, but &#x3C;BR&#x3E;usually &#x3C;BR&#x3E;not sure how to react to them. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;7. When a particular guy flirts with a girl very &#x3C;BR&#x3E;often, a girl would start thinking the guy likes &#x3C;BR&#x3E;her. So if you treat a girl just as a friend, go &#x3C;BR&#x3E;easy on the smiles and stare ok? &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;8. If you don&#x27;t like a girl who likes you, break &#x3C;BR&#x3E;it to her gently. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;9. If a girl starts avoiding you after you reject &#x3C;BR&#x3E;her, leave her alone for a while. If you still &#x3C;BR&#x3E;treat her as a friend, talk to her. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;10. Girls enjoy talking about what they feel. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;Music, poetry, drawings and writing are ways &#x3C;BR&#x3E;of &#x3C;BR&#x3E;expressing themselves (which explains why &#x3C;BR&#x3E;most girls like writing journals). &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;11. Never tell a girl that she is useless in &#x3C;BR&#x3E;anyway. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;12. Being too serious can turn a girl off. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;13. When the guy she likes calls her for the &#x3C;BR&#x3E;first time, the girl may act uninterested during &#x3C;BR&#x3E;the call. But as soon as the phone is back on &#x3C;BR&#x3E;the hook, she will whoop with joy and &#x3C;BR&#x3E;immediately start telephoning her friends to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;spread the news. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;14. A smile means a lot to a girl. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;15. If you like a girl, try making friends with &#x3C;BR&#x3E;her &#x3C;BR&#x3E;first. Let her get to know you. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;16. If a girl says she can&#x27;t go out with you &#x3C;BR&#x3E;because she has to study, leave. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;17. But if she still calls you or expect a call &#x3C;BR&#x3E;from &#x3C;BR&#x3E;you, stay. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;18. Don&#x27;t try to guess a girl&#x27;s feelings. Ask &#x3C;BR&#x3E;her. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;19. Hearing the words &#x22;I love you&#x22; is a great &#x3C;BR&#x3E;reassurance to a girl that she is beautiful. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;20. After a girl falls in love with a guy, she&#x27;ll &#x3C;BR&#x3E;wonder why she never noticed him before. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;21. If you need tips on how to flirt with a girl, &#x3C;BR&#x3E;read romance stories. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;22. When class pictures come out, a girl &#x3C;BR&#x3E;would &#x3C;BR&#x3E;first check who is standing next to her crush &#x3C;BR&#x3E;before actually looking at herself. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;23. A girl&#x27;s ex-crush will always be in her &#x3C;BR&#x3E;memory, but the guy she loves now stays in &#x3C;BR&#x3E;her heart. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;24. Girls love having fun! &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;25. A simple &#x27;Hi&#x27; can brighten a girl&#x27;s day. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;26. A girl&#x27;s best friends usually know best &#x3C;BR&#x3E;what &#x3C;BR&#x3E;she is feeling and going through. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;27. Girls hate it when a guy pays attention to &#x3C;BR&#x3E;them just to get close to their &#x27;prettier&#x27; friend. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;28. Love means devotion, caring and &#x3C;BR&#x3E;happiness &#x3C;BR&#x3E;to a girl, in that order. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;29. Some girls care about looks, some care &#x3C;BR&#x3E;about brains, but ALL girls want a guy who &#x3C;BR&#x3E;will &#x3C;BR&#x3E;love and care for them. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;BR&#x3E;30. Girls want nothing more than to feel &#x3C;BR&#x3E;loved. &#x3C;BR&#x3E;&#x3C;/P&#x3E;</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2005 20:29 EST</pubDate>
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