<?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-3568007020389215162</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:39:11.685-08:00</updated><category term='A Special Mom'/><category term='EBD'/><title type='text'>MY POEMS COLLECTIONS</title><subtitle type='html'>........ aheart truly in love never loses hope but always believes in the promise of love no matter how long the time and how far the distance....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-7062339729925622369</id><published>2011-09-22T02:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T02:11:12.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EBD'/><title type='text'>END</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;TAKE TIME TO READ AND ANALYZE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfri(END)&lt;br /&gt;Girlfri(END)&lt;br /&gt;bestfri(END)&lt;br /&gt;specialfri(END)&lt;br /&gt;goodfrie(END)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every relationship has it's &lt;br /&gt;own END"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except nly for one......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fam(ILY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&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/3568007020389215162-7062339729925622369?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/7062339729925622369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2011/09/end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/7062339729925622369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/7062339729925622369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2011/09/end.html' title='END'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-7540534845042765589</id><published>2010-09-30T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:41:09.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Special Mom'/><title type='text'>A Special Mom</title><content type='html'>A mother passes away but it is clear to us&amp;nbsp; that you&amp;nbsp; lives forever in our&amp;nbsp; hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;you are not forgotten, though on earth you are no more, still in memory you are with us, as you always were before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;For You Mom ( Trinidad Paderes Naron Nov 22, 1952 ~ Oct 03, 2009 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Special Mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©             Kelley D. Osman&lt;br /&gt;Mom loved us from our first breath, held our hands through the years, guided us along the paths that our lives took, taught us that there is nothing we can't make it through to hold our faith and follow our hearts. She gave us her all and asked nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave us all the stepping stones in life to become the people we are today, and through it all she stood proud of us all. Her family (husband, children and grandchildren) meant everything in the world to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be hard on us to let her go physically, but we carry her with us each and everyday in our hearts and our thoughts. The sun rising will remind us of the warmth of her love. Flowers blooming will remind us of her love for life. Our trials and tribulations will remind us of how strong willed she was. There's a part of her in each and every person that hears or reads this and we can all be so honored that she was a part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will always love you mom. We will carry you with us each day in our hearts. We will mourn our loss but rejoice that you are in a better place sitting with your&amp;nbsp; loved ones, awaiting our arrival one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips cannot tell how I miss you, my heart cannot tell what to say; God alone knows how I miss you, our home is much too lonesome today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love you very Much Mama!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-7540534845042765589?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/7540534845042765589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2010/09/special-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/7540534845042765589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/7540534845042765589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2010/09/special-mom.html' title='A Special Mom'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-1642244407168622981</id><published>2009-07-18T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:53:08.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Keys To A Happy Life</title><content type='html'>( Author Unknown )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Compliment 3 people everyday!&lt;br /&gt;2) Watch a sunrise&lt;br /&gt;3) Be the first to say "hello"&lt;br /&gt;4) Treat everyone as you want to be treated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Live beneath your means&lt;br /&gt;6) Forget the Joneses&lt;br /&gt;7) Never give up on anybody - miracles happen!&lt;br /&gt;8) Remember someone's name&lt;br /&gt;9) Be kinder than you have to be&lt;br /&gt;10) Wish not for things, but for wisdom and courage&lt;br /&gt;11) Be tough-minded, but tender hearted&lt;br /&gt;12) Don't forget that a person's greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated&lt;br /&gt;13) Keep your promises&lt;br /&gt;14) Leave everything better than you found it&lt;br /&gt;15) Show cheerfulness even when you don't feel it&lt;br /&gt;16) Remember that winners do what losers don't want to do&lt;br /&gt;17) Remember that overnight success usually takes 15 years&lt;br /&gt;18) When you arrive at your job in the morning, let the first thing you say brighten everyone's day&lt;br /&gt;19) Don't rain on other people's parades&lt;br /&gt;20) Don't waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“It's not all about money&lt;br /&gt;it's about helping yourself helping others and giving back.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are so fortunate,&lt;br /&gt;but what are you giving back to make this world a better place for others?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type rest of the post here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-1642244407168622981?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/1642244407168622981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/07/20-keys-to-happy-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/1642244407168622981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/1642244407168622981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/07/20-keys-to-happy-life.html' title='20 Keys To A Happy Life'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-7165957033212444274</id><published>2009-07-06T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:31:32.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  LOVE gets broken,&lt;br /&gt;You can look for a NEW ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a GLASS gets broken&lt;br /&gt;You can look for a NEW ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if FRIENDSHIP gets broken&lt;br /&gt;You can never have the same ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-7165957033212444274?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/7165957033212444274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/7165957033212444274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/7165957033212444274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-one.html' title='NEW ONE'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-2265580404370741559</id><published>2009-06-27T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:49:41.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sulat ni Tatay at Nanay sa Atin (Rev. Fr. Ariel F. Robles)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako at pagpasensiyahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Kapag dala ng kalabuan ng mata ay nakabasag ako ng pinggan&lt;br /&gt;             o nakatapon ng sabaw sa hapag kainan, huwag mo sana akong kagagalitan.&lt;br /&gt;             Maramdamin ang isang matanda. Nagse-self-pity ako sa tuwing sinisigawan mo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at hindi ko maintindihan&lt;br /&gt;             ang sinasabi mo, huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan&lt;br /&gt;             ng "binge!" paki-ulit nalang ang sinabi mo o pakisulat nalang.&lt;br /&gt;             Pasensya ka na, anak. Matanda na talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Kapag mahina na ang tuhod ko, pagtiyagaan mo sana akong&lt;br /&gt;             tulungang tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;             noong nag-aaral ka pa lamang lumakad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man ay&lt;br /&gt;             nagiging makulit at paulit-ulit na parang sirang plaka.&lt;br /&gt;             Basta pakinggan mo nalang ako. Huwag mo sana akong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang pakinggan.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;             Natatandaan mo anak noong bata ka pa?&lt;br /&gt;             kapag gusto mo ng lobo, paulit-ulit mo 'yong sasabihin,&lt;br /&gt;             maghapon kang mangungulit hangga't hindi mo nakukuha ang gusto mo.&lt;br /&gt;             Pinagtyagaan ko ang kakulitan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang aking amoy.  Amoy matanda, amoy lupa.&lt;br /&gt;             Huwag mo sana akong piliting maligo. Mahina na ang katawan ko.&lt;br /&gt;             Madaling magkasakit kapag nalamigan, huwag mo sana akong pandirihan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Natatandaan mo noong bata ka pa? Pinagtyagaan kitang habulin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Sa ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw mong maligo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung madalas, ako'y masungit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Dala na marahil ito ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo, maiintindihan mo rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Kapag may konti kang panahon, magkwentuhan naman tayo, kahit sandali lang.&lt;br /&gt;             Inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong nag-iisa. Walang kausap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Alam kong busy ka sa trabaho, subalit nais kong malaman mo na sabik na sabik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Na akong makakwentuhan ka, kahit alam kong hindi ka interesado sa mga kwento ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Natatandaan mo anak, noong bata ka pa?&lt;br /&gt;             Pinagtyagaan kong pakinggan at intindihin&lt;br /&gt;             ang pautal-utal mong kwento tungkol sa iyong teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             At kapag dumating ang sandali na ako'y magkakasakit&lt;br /&gt;             at maratay sa banig ng karamdaman,&lt;br /&gt;             huwag mo sana akong pagsawaang alagaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Pagpasensyahan mo na sana kung ako man ay maihi o madumi sa higaan,&lt;br /&gt;             Pagtyagaan mo sana akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali ng aking buhay.&lt;br /&gt;             Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking pagpanaw, hawakan mo sana ang aking kamay&lt;br /&gt;             At bigyan mo ako ng lakas ng loob na harapin ang kamatayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag kaharap ko na ang Diyos na lumikha,&lt;br /&gt;             ibubulong ko sa kanya na pagpalain ka sana ... &lt;br /&gt;             Dahil naging mapagmahal ka sa iyong ama't ina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Type rest of the post here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-2265580404370741559?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/2265580404370741559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/06/sulat-ni-tatay-at-nanay-sa-atin-rev-fr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/2265580404370741559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/2265580404370741559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/06/sulat-ni-tatay-at-nanay-sa-atin-rev-fr.html' title='Sulat ni Tatay at Nanay sa Atin (Rev. Fr. Ariel F. Robles)'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-2125090424565551641</id><published>2009-06-27T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:42:44.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON? ( By: Bo Sanchez)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question. She said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do I know if I married the right person?" I noticed that there was a&lt;br /&gt;large man sitting next to her so I said, "It depends. Is that your husband?"&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?" Let me answer this&lt;br /&gt;question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your&lt;br /&gt;spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies.&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely&lt;br /&gt;natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's&lt;br /&gt;why it's called "falling" in love... because it's happening TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in love sometimes say, "I was swept off my feet." Think about the&lt;br /&gt;imagery of that expression. It implies that you were just standing there;&lt;br /&gt;doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience. But&lt;br /&gt;after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's the natural cycle&lt;br /&gt;of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all),&lt;br /&gt;touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead&lt;br /&gt;of being cute, drive you nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think&lt;br /&gt;about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the&lt;br /&gt;initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry&lt;br /&gt;subsequent stage. At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did I marry the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect on the&lt;br /&gt;euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience&lt;br /&gt;with someone else. This is when marriages break down. People blame&lt;br /&gt;their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for&lt;br /&gt;fulfillment. Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work, church,&lt;br /&gt;a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. But the answer&lt;br /&gt;to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it. I'm&lt;br /&gt;not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could. And&lt;br /&gt;TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few&lt;br /&gt;years later. Because (listen carefully to this):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Key To Succeeding in&lt;br /&gt;Marriage Is Not Finding The Right&lt;br /&gt;Person; It's Learning To Love The&lt;br /&gt;Person You found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER&lt;br /&gt;just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it&lt;br /&gt;day in and day out. That's why we have the expression "the labor of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it takes&lt;br /&gt;WISDOM.. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work. Make no&lt;br /&gt;mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you&lt;br /&gt;can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage. Just as&lt;br /&gt;there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are&lt;br /&gt;also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program&lt;br /&gt;makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make&lt;br /&gt;yourmarriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and&lt;br /&gt;apply the laws, the results are predictable. .. you can "make" love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in marriage is indeed a "decision".. . not just a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Type rest of the post here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-2125090424565551641?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/2125090424565551641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/06/did-i-marry-right-person-by-bo-sanchez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/2125090424565551641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/2125090424565551641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/06/did-i-marry-right-person-by-bo-sanchez.html' title='DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON? ( By: Bo Sanchez)'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-4032343467477420610</id><published>2009-06-12T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:55:14.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE THE FOLLOWING GIFTS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To your enemy . . .forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;To your opponent . . .tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;To a friend . . . your heart.&lt;br /&gt;To a customer . . . service.&lt;br /&gt;To all men . . .charity.&lt;br /&gt;To every child . . . a good example&lt;br /&gt;To yourself . . .respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type rest of the post here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-4032343467477420610?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/4032343467477420610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-following-gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/4032343467477420610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/4032343467477420610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-following-gifts.html' title='GIVE THE FOLLOWING GIFTS:'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-3277919190828891859</id><published>2009-06-12T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:53:19.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes To Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish things while you still have them,&lt;br /&gt;before they're gone,&lt;br /&gt;and you realize how precious they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can only be understood backwards,&lt;br /&gt;but it must be lived forwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in life is temporary.&lt;br /&gt;So if things are going good,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy it because it won't last forever.&lt;br /&gt;And if things are going bad,&lt;br /&gt;don't worry because it won't last forever either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is not a matter of chance,&lt;br /&gt;it is a matter of choice;&lt;br /&gt;it is not a thing to be waited for,&lt;br /&gt;it is a thing to be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A journey of a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;begins with a single step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never cross a bridge&lt;br /&gt;without knowing how to swim the tides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could not add years to your life&lt;br /&gt;Add life to your years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type rest of the post here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-3277919190828891859?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/3277919190828891859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/06/quotes-to-live-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/3277919190828891859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/3277919190828891859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/06/quotes-to-live-by.html' title='Quotes To Live By'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-7508160766071437541</id><published>2009-06-12T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:56:13.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE QUOTES (BY DR. HENRY BRANDT)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The heart of the problem is a problem with the heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re just a prayer away from a change of heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Finding relief in your problem is fine, but it will not cure the problem.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My environment can give me relief from sin and tension, only the Lord can cure it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can manage your sin, but that’s not repentance.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If it’s sin, that’s good news! Sin is the simplest thing in the world to deal with.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s no human remedy for sin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jesus wants to give you peace.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You would think that everyone would leap at the chance to get rid of sin. Not so. They want relief not a cure.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your walk with God does not depend on people, places, things or events.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t have a marriage problem, you have a sin problem.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am a victim of my own behavior.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God’s children have a limitless supply of the fruit of the Spirit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Biblical counseling is listening to a person long enough until you hear a violation of scripture.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anger is inside you, revealed by an outside source.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And one day, when the Lord comes back, everything is going to burn — pooof! In the end we will compare ash piles. Will your ash pile be bigger than my ash pile?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What your soul needs is a check up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type rest of the post here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-7508160766071437541?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/7508160766071437541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-quotes-by-dr-henry-brandt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/7508160766071437541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/7508160766071437541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-quotes-by-dr-henry-brandt.html' title='LIFE QUOTES (BY DR. HENRY BRANDT)'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-624918071044320568</id><published>2009-05-30T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:57:29.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being A Single Parent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single parent is a parent who cares for children without the assistance of another person in the home. The legal definition of "single parenthood" may vary according to the local laws of different nations or regions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single parenthood may occur as the result of many things. Often it is opted for by the parent (as in adoption, artificial insemination, surrogate motherhood, or extramarital pregnancy), and often it is an unforeseeable occurrence (as in the death of one parent, divorce, or abandonment by one parent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single mother by choice is a woman who decided to have or adopt a child, knowing she would be her child's sole parent, at least at the outset. Typically, we are career women in our thirties and forties. The ticking of our biological clocks has made us face the fact that we could no longer wait for marriage before starting our families. Some of us went to a doctor for donor insemination or adopted in the United States or abroad. Others accidentally became pregnant and discovered we were thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us would have preferred to bring a child into the world with two loving parents, but although we have a lifetime to marry or find a partner, nature is not as generous in allotting child-bearing years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single motherhood is ideally for the woman who feels she has much to give a child and who has adequate emotional and financial resources to support herself and her child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type rest of the post here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-624918071044320568?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/624918071044320568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-single-parent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/624918071044320568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/624918071044320568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-single-parent.html' title='Being A Single Parent'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-2170463728609205418</id><published>2009-05-30T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:01:23.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece. Please&lt;br /&gt;Read this at a slow pace, digesting every word and in&lt;br /&gt;Leisure...do not hurry....this is a treasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom,&lt;br /&gt;This is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is&lt;br /&gt;Even more beautiful. For those who are moms, you'll love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is&lt;br /&gt;This the long way?" she asked.   And the guide said: &lt;br /&gt;"Yes, and the way is hard.&lt;br /&gt;And you will be old before you reach the end of it.. But&lt;br /&gt;The end  will be better than the beginning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the young mother was happy, and she would not&lt;br /&gt;Believe that  anything could be better than these years.&lt;br /&gt;So she Played with her children, and gathered flowers for&lt;br /&gt;Them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams;&lt;br /&gt;and The sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried,&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was&lt;br /&gt;Dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother&lt;br /&gt;Drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said,&lt;br /&gt;"Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and&lt;br /&gt;The children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was&lt;br /&gt;weary.&lt;br /&gt;But at all times she said to the children," A little patience and we are there."&lt;br /&gt;So the children climbed, and when they reached the top&lt;br /&gt;They said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up&lt;br /&gt;At the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my&lt;br /&gt;Children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I gave them courage.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I 've given them strength."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day came strange clouds which darkened&lt;br /&gt;The earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped&lt;br /&gt;And stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to&lt;br /&gt;the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And the children looked and saw above the clouds&lt;br /&gt;An everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the&lt;br /&gt;Darkness. And that night the Mother said,&lt;br /&gt;"This is the best day of all, for&lt;br /&gt;I have shown my children God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and&lt;br /&gt;The years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent.&lt;br /&gt;But her children were tall and strong, and walked with&lt;br /&gt;Courage.  And when the way was rough, they lifted her,&lt;br /&gt;For she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a&lt;br /&gt;hill, And beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates&lt;br /&gt;flung wide. And&lt;br /&gt;Mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And&lt;br /&gt;now I know the end Is better than the beginning, for my children can&lt;br /&gt;Walk alone, and their children after them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the children said, "You will always walk with us,&lt;br /&gt;Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."&lt;br /&gt;And they stood  and  watched her as she went on alone, and the gates&lt;br /&gt;Closed after her.  And they said: "We cannot see her&lt;br /&gt;But she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a &gt;memory.  She&lt;br /&gt;Is a living presence......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper&lt;br /&gt;Of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the&lt;br /&gt;smell of bleach In your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand&lt;br /&gt;On your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives&lt;br /&gt;Inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop.&lt;br /&gt;She's the place you came from, your first home; and&lt;br /&gt;she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love&lt;br /&gt;And your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can&lt;br /&gt;Separate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not time, not space... Not even death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type rest of the post here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-2170463728609205418?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/2170463728609205418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/2170463728609205418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/2170463728609205418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother.html' title='MOTHER'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-6944452889548908752</id><published>2009-05-25T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:58:53.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A soulful relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not married yet, share this with a friend. If you are married,share it with your spouse or other married couples and reflect on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An African proverb states, "Before you get married, keep both eyes open, and after you marry, close one eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you get involved and make a commitment to someone, don't let lust,desperation, immaturity, ignorance, pressure from others or a low self-esteem, make you blind to warning signs. Keep your eyes open, and don't fool yourself that you can change someone or that what you see as faults aren't really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you decide to commit to someone, over time his or her flaws, vulnerabilities, pet peeves, and differences will become more obvious. If you love your mate and want the relationship to grow and evolve, you've got to learn to close one eye and not let every little thing bother you. You and your mate have many different expectations, emotional needs, values, dreams, weaknesses, and strengths. You are two unique individual children of God who have decided to share a life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of you are perfect, but are you perfect for each other? Do you bring out the best in each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you compliment and compromise with each other, or do you compete, compare, and control? What do you bring to the relationship? Do you bring past relationships, past hurt, past mistrust, past pain? You can't take someone to the altar to alter him or her. You can't make someone love you or make someone stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you develop self-esteem, spiritual discernment, and "a life", you won't find yourself making someone else responsible for your happiness or responsible for your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manipulation, control, jealousy, neediness, and selfishness are not the ingredients of a thriving, healthy, loving and lasting relationship! Seeking status, sex, wealth, and security are the wrong reasons to be in a relationship. What keeps a relationship strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication, intimacy, trust, a sense of humor, sharing household tasks, some getaway time without business or children and daily exchanges (a meal, shared activity, a hug, a call, a touch, a note).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a nice message on the voicemail or send a nice email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing common goals and interests. Growth is important. Grow together, not away from each other, giving each other space to grow without feeling insecure. Allow your mate to have outside interest. You can't always be together. Give each other a sense of belonging and assurances of commitment. Don't try to control one another. Learn each other's family situation. Respect his or her parents regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't put pressure on each other for material goods. Remember for richer or for poorer. If these qualities are missing, the relationship will erode as resentment, withdrawal, abuse, neglect, dishonesty, and pain replace the passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between 'United' and 'Untied' is where you put the "i".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type rest of the post here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-6944452889548908752?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/6944452889548908752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/soulful-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/6944452889548908752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/6944452889548908752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/soulful-relationship.html' title='A soulful relationship'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-6210144938204640931</id><published>2009-05-08T02:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:02:34.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"   &gt;              You are far away, but you               own my soul.&lt;br /&gt;             You have stolen my heart,              &lt;br /&gt;             Another love I could never               know.&lt;br /&gt;             A part of me, you will               always be.&lt;br /&gt;             Only your love can set me               free.&lt;br /&gt;             Free from the loneliness and               the pain.&lt;br /&gt;             Will we meet? Or is it all               in vain?&lt;br /&gt;             I pray to my God above.&lt;br /&gt;             Please baby I need your               love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type rest of the post here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-6210144938204640931?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/6210144938204640931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/far-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/6210144938204640931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/6210144938204640931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/far-away.html' title='Far Away'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-7933164569266154761</id><published>2009-05-08T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:05:45.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"   &gt;              One tear fell down my eye              &lt;br /&gt;             when I thought about the way               u made me cry&lt;br /&gt;             because to know that u were               sad or mad or whatever&lt;br /&gt;             u always made me think about               ur charm and how ur clever&lt;br /&gt;             clever to make me think that               we're meant to be together&lt;br /&gt;             but u knew all along that               "us" would always be never&lt;br /&gt;             it hurts to know u played me               right in front of my face&lt;br /&gt;             and it hurts because my               heart wasn't willing to win               the race&lt;br /&gt;             I must not have been that               important to u&lt;br /&gt;             but I wont let it get me               down or make me blue&lt;br /&gt;             but I'll rise above the               passion that we had&lt;br /&gt;             and always stay happy and               never sad&lt;br /&gt;             my time may be up with u&lt;br /&gt;             but there's always room for               someone new&lt;br /&gt;             who can keep me happy in so               many ways&lt;br /&gt;             that will love me till the               end of my days&lt;br /&gt;             who will keep me strong when               I'm hurting the most&lt;br /&gt;             who will sit back with me               and our love will just coast&lt;br /&gt;             and even though some of our               times will get rough&lt;br /&gt;             he'll be by my side even               though thing are tough&lt;br /&gt;             I loved the way that u made               me feel&lt;br /&gt;             but someone better came               along and his heart is real&lt;br /&gt;             and I'm feelin the               compassion for him&lt;br /&gt;             how the right guy came along               and im no longer dim&lt;br /&gt;             but only one tear fell down               my eye&lt;br /&gt;             when I thought about the way               that u made me cry!&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type rest of the post here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-7933164569266154761?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/7933164569266154761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-tear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/7933164569266154761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/7933164569266154761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-tear.html' title='One Tear'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-7800915143408576510</id><published>2009-05-08T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:08:23.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Love (by Virginia Wonder)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'll never forget the day we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Upstairs at my grandma's house on the internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I never thought I could ever feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But instant love is what I found that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I used to believe that instant love could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But always with others and never with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I was truly wrong about that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Because love struck me in a five minute chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Some people say, love from the internet isn't true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But I know that I was meant for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Some may ask, how do I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And the answer is, because my heart told me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;How do you know when you're in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Is another question some people want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And the answer is, something from inside you begins to glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I found you on the internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And for some reason you're the one I can't forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Some people may disapprove of our internet relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But that's ok because no matter what some people may say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I will always love you each and every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-7800915143408576510?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/7800915143408576510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/internet-love-by-virginia-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/7800915143408576510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/7800915143408576510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/internet-love-by-virginia-wonder.html' title='Internet Love (by Virginia Wonder)'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-7730159040474525864</id><published>2009-05-08T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:10:06.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I fall in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;              When I fall in love, I want               to be&lt;br /&gt;             with her always;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             In happiness, to smile with               her,&lt;br /&gt;             and be the one to hug her               near.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             In sadness, to cry with her,&lt;br /&gt;             and be the one to dry her               tears.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             When I fall in love, I will               spend my&lt;br /&gt;             every waking and sleeping&lt;br /&gt;             moments with her&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             and catch each moment in its&lt;br /&gt;             eternally lovely form.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             When I fall in love, I will               miss her&lt;br /&gt;             the very moment I say               'goodbye'&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             and my heart will yearn for&lt;br /&gt;             the very moment I say               ‘hello'.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             When I fall in love, all my               old hurts&lt;br /&gt;             and pains will seem&lt;br /&gt;             lost and faded away&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             and I will be strong and&lt;br /&gt;             brave once again.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             When I fall in love, I want               you&lt;br /&gt;             to be happy always, ever&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             and feel like the happiest&lt;br /&gt;             person of them all . . .&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             Because that's what I will               feel,&lt;br /&gt;             when I fall in love, with               you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-7730159040474525864?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/7730159040474525864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-fall-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/7730159040474525864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/7730159040474525864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-fall-in-love.html' title='When I fall in love'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-8185726185357883534</id><published>2009-05-06T06:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:11:09.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Forever Eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/h3&gt;                                       &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.123greetings.com/eventsnew/love_iloveyou_couples/1036-029-19-1060.gif" alt="Just The Two Of Us..., Ecards For Couples" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans Ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans Ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You are thousands of miles away,&lt;br /&gt;you know how to make things bright.&lt;br /&gt;It's as if you were sent to me,&lt;br /&gt;to help me through rough days and nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you may love me,&lt;br /&gt;and I may love you too.&lt;br /&gt;Two loving souls apart,&lt;br /&gt;not really sure what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to always be here,&lt;br /&gt;as I know you will try for me.&lt;br /&gt;We can confide in each other,&lt;br /&gt;and make ourselves happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't forget me my love,&lt;br /&gt;I am always here for you.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what hardships,&lt;br /&gt;we will get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me very happy,&lt;br /&gt;and your eyes show it too.&lt;br /&gt;Let's be friends &amp;amp; lovers forever,&lt;br /&gt;and do the things we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You Forever Eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-8185726185357883534?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/8185726185357883534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-forever-eternity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/8185726185357883534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/8185726185357883534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-forever-eternity.html' title='Love Forever Eternity'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-5262413756021698044</id><published>2009-05-06T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:13:18.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;oull just even know how much I cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;everynight and each night to think of you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Your always on my mind I dindnt know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;what happens to us or its just a Communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gap. Where are you now? Do i have to wait for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You promise me that youll love me untill the end but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;why you leave? why you've changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;im suffering a lot of pain. I could not imagine that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;your gone now. I always ask my self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;WHY DO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but words cannot express how much I feel for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I feel so strange everytime your by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But it seems that its a hopeless to wait for you because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;dont even seem to care, specially to our relation....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Do i commitment to you? Some might say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i have to forget you since I cant see a possibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;that your doing your responsebilities to me. I always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;try to make amends but all i see is the end..If you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;somethin to say now you better tell it to me now or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;never before I decide to end up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can always stand it. But just one thing i leave to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;its a LOVE....a   LOVE  that  never dies that's why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm suffering all of this pain... No comments accepted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;no reasons added its just you that... I love.. Perhaps you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;think of me  crazy because all of this year, months ,days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Im still here pretenting that you will come back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This pain i feel inside is deep into my soul and my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-5262413756021698044?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/5262413756021698044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/5262413756021698044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/5262413756021698044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/pain.html' title='PAIN'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-5326245253516211118</id><published>2009-05-06T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:14:48.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;When I am dead ,my dearest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;sing a sad song for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Plant those  roses at my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;nor shady cypress tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Be the green grass above me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;with shower  and teardrops wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;And if those wilt remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;and if those wilt forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;I shall not see the shadows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;I shall not feel the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;I shall not hear the nightingale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;sing on , as if in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;And dreaming though the twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;that  not rise nor sat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Happy I may remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;and hopely may forget.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-5326245253516211118?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/5326245253516211118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/sad-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/5326245253516211118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/5326245253516211118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/sad-song.html' title='Sad Song'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-203526994921387340</id><published>2009-05-06T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:15:55.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the Filipino is SPECIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Filipinos are Brown. Their color is in the center of human racial strains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This point is not an attempt at racism, but just for many Filipinos to&lt;br /&gt;realize that our color should not be a source of or reason for inferiority&lt;br /&gt;complex. While we pine for a fair complexion, the white people are&lt;br /&gt;religiously tanning themselves, whenever they could, under the sun or some&lt;br /&gt;artificial light, just to approximate the Filipino complexion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos are a touching people. We have lots of love and are not afraid to&lt;br /&gt;show it. We almost inevitably create human chains with our perennial akbay&lt;br /&gt;(putting an arm around another shoulder), hawak (hold), yakap (embrace), himas&lt;br /&gt;(caressing stroke), kalabit (touch with the tip of the finger), kalong&lt;br /&gt;(sitting on someone else£f lap)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always reaching out, always seeking interconnection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos are linguists. Put a Filipino in any city, any town around the&lt;br /&gt;world. Give him a few months or even weeks and he will speak the local&lt;br /&gt;language there. Filipinos are adept at learning and speaking languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it is not uncommon for Filipinos to speak at least three: his&lt;br /&gt;dialect, Filipino, and English. Of course, a lot speak an added language, be&lt;br /&gt;it Chinese,Spanish or, if he works abroad, the language of his host country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Tagalog is not ¡–exist.?While many ¤”onscious?and&lt;br /&gt;¤–nlightened?people of today are just by now striving to be ¤ôolitically&lt;br /&gt;correct?with their language and, in the process, bend to absurd depths in&lt;br /&gt;coining ¤˜ender sensitive?words, Tagalog has, since time immemorial, evolved&lt;br /&gt;gender-neutral words like asawa (husband or wife), anak (son or daughter),&lt;br /&gt;magulang (father or mother), kapatid (brother or sister), biyenan&lt;br /&gt;(father-in-law or mother-in-law), manugang (son or daughter-in-law), bayani&lt;br /&gt;(hero or heroine)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our languages and dialects are advanced and, indeed, sophisticated! It is no&lt;br /&gt;small wonder that Jose Rizal, the quintessential Filipino, spoke some&lt;br /&gt;twenty-two languages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos are groupies. We love human interaction and company. We always&lt;br /&gt;surround ourselves with people and we hover over them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Dr. Patricia Licuanan, a psychologist from Ateneo and Miriam&lt;br /&gt;College, an average Filipino would have and know at least 300 relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, we live bayanihan (mutual help); at play, we want a kalaro&lt;br /&gt;(playmate) more than a laruan (toy). At socials, our invitations are open&lt;br /&gt;and it is more&lt;br /&gt;common even for guests to invite and bring in other guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In transit, we do not want to be separated from our group. So what do we do&lt;br /&gt;when there is no more space in a vehicle? Kalung-kalong! (Sit on one&lt;br /&gt;another). No one would ever suggest splitting a group and waiting for&lt;br /&gt;another vehicle with more space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos are weavers. One look at our baskets, mats, clothes, and other&lt;br /&gt;crafts will reveal the skill of the Filipino weaver and his inclination to&lt;br /&gt;weaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This art is a metaphor of the Filipino trait. We are social weavers. We&lt;br /&gt;weave theirs into ours that we all become parts of one another. We place a&lt;br /&gt;lot of premium on pakikisama (getting along) and pakikipagkapwa (relating).&lt;br /&gt;Two of the worst labels, walang pakikipagkapwa (inability to relate), will&lt;br /&gt;be avoided by the Filipino at almost any cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love to blend and harmonize with people, we like to include them in our&lt;br /&gt;¤øribe,?in our ¤—amily?and we like to be included in other people£f families,&lt;br /&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore we call our friend£f mother nanay or mommy; we call a friend£f&lt;br /&gt;sister ate (eldest sister), and so on. We even call strangers tita (aunt) or&lt;br /&gt;tito (uncle), tatang (grandfather)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So extensive is our social openness and interrelations that we have specific&lt;br /&gt;title for extended relations like hipag (sister-in-law), bayaw&lt;br /&gt;(brother-in-law), bilas (spouse-in-law), balae (child-in-law£f parents),&lt;br /&gt;inaanak (godchild), ninong/ ninang (godparents) kinakapatid (godparent£f&lt;br /&gt;child)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, we have the profound ?EM&gt;ka' institution, loosely translated as&lt;br /&gt;¤–qual to the same kind?as in kasama (of the same company), kaisa (of the&lt;br /&gt;same cause), kapanalig (of the same belief)... In our social fiber, we treat&lt;br /&gt;other people as co-equals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos, because of their social ¤ûeaving?traditions, make for excellent&lt;br /&gt;team workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos are adventurers. We have a tradition of separation. Our myths and&lt;br /&gt;legends speak of heroes and heroines who almost always get separated from&lt;br /&gt;their families and loved ones and are taken by circumstances to far-away&lt;br /&gt;lands where they find wealth or power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Spanish colonial history is filled with separations caused by the&lt;br /&gt;reduction (hamleting), and the forced migration to build towns, churches,&lt;br /&gt;fortresses or galleons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American occupation enlarged the space of Filipino wandering, including&lt;br /&gt;America, and there are documented evidences of Filipino presence in America&lt;br /&gt;as far back as 1587.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Filipinos compose the world£f largest population of overseas workers,&lt;br /&gt;populating and sometimes ¤øhreshing?major capitals, minor towns and even&lt;br /&gt;remote villages around the world. Filipino adventurism has made us today£f&lt;br /&gt;citizens of the world, bringing the bagoong (salty shrimp paste), pansit&lt;br /&gt;(sautŽId noodles), siopao (meat-filled dough), kare-kare (peanut-flavored&lt;br /&gt;dish), dinuguan (innards cooked in pork blood), balut (unhatched duck egg),&lt;br /&gt;and adobo (meat vinaigrette), including the tabo (ladle) and tsinelas&lt;br /&gt;(slippers) all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos are excellent at adjustments and improvisation, managing to&lt;br /&gt;recreate their home, or to feel at home anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos have pakiramdam (deep feeling/ discernment). We know how to feel&lt;br /&gt;what others feel, sometimes even anticipate what they will feel. Being&lt;br /&gt;manhid (dense) is one of the worst labels anyone could get and will&lt;br /&gt;therefore, avoid at all cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know when a guest is hungry though the insistence on being full is&lt;br /&gt;assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can tell if people are lovers even if they are miles apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know if a person is offended though he may purposely smile.&lt;br /&gt;We know because we feel. In our pakikipagkapwa (relating), we get not only&lt;br /&gt;to wear another man£f shoe but also his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a superbly developed and honored gift of discernment, making us&lt;br /&gt;excellent leaders, counselors, and go-betweens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos are very spiritual. We are transcendent. We transcend the physical&lt;br /&gt;world, see the unseen and hear the unheard. We have a deep sense of kaba&lt;br /&gt;(premonition) and kutob (hunch). A Filipino wife will instinctively feel her&lt;br /&gt;husband or child is going astray, whether or not telltale signs present&lt;br /&gt;themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino spirituality makes him invoke divine presence or intervention at&lt;br /&gt;nearly every bend of his journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rightly or wrongly, Filipinos are almost always acknowledging, invoking or&lt;br /&gt;driving away spirits into and from their lives. Seemingly trivial or even&lt;br /&gt;incoherent events can take on spiritual significance and will be given such&lt;br /&gt;space or consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Filipino has a sophisticated, developed pakiramdam. The Filipino, though&lt;br /&gt;becoming more and more modern (hence, materialistic) is still very spiritual&lt;br /&gt;in essence. This inherent and deep spirituality makes the Filipino, once&lt;br /&gt;correctly&lt;br /&gt;Christianized, a major exponent of the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos are timeless. Despite the nearly half-a-millennium encroachment of&lt;br /&gt;the western clock into our lives, Filipinos--unless on very formal or&lt;br /&gt;official&lt;br /&gt;functions--still measure time not with hours and minutes but with feeling.&lt;br /&gt;This style is ingrained deep in our psyche. Our time is diffused, not&lt;br /&gt;framed. Our appointments are defined by umaga (morning), tanghali (noon),&lt;br /&gt;hapon (afternoon), or gabi (evening).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our most exact time reference is probably katanghaliang-tapat (high noon),&lt;br /&gt;which still allows many minutes of leeway. That is how Filipino trysts and&lt;br /&gt;occasions are timed: there is really no definite time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Filipino event has no clear-cut beginning or ending. We have a fiesta, but&lt;br /&gt;there is bisperas (eve), a day after the fiesta is still considered a good&lt;br /&gt;time to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Filipino Christmas is not confined to December 25th; it somehow begins&lt;br /&gt;months before December and extends up to the first days of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos say good-bye to guests first at the head of the stairs, then down&lt;br /&gt;to the descamo (landing), to the entresuelo (mezzanine), to the pintuan&lt;br /&gt;(doorway), to the tarangkahan (gate), and if the departing persons are to&lt;br /&gt;take public transportation, up to the bus stop or bus station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, other people£f tardiness and extended stays can really be annoying,&lt;br /&gt;but this peculiarity is the same charm of Flipinos who, being governed by&lt;br /&gt;timelessness, can show how to find more time to be nice, kind and&lt;br /&gt;accommodating than his prompt and exact brothers elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos are Spaceless. As in the concept of time, the Filipino concept of&lt;br /&gt;space is not numerical. We will not usually express expanse of space with&lt;br /&gt;miles or kilometers but with feelings in how we say malayo (far) or malapit&lt;br /&gt;(near).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alongside with numberlessness, Filipino space is also boundless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indigenous culture did not divide land into private lots but kept it open&lt;br /&gt;for all to partake of its abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Filipino has avidly remained ¤÷paceless?in many ways. The interior of the&lt;br /&gt;bahay-kubo (hut) can easily become receiving room, sleeping room, kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;dining room, chapel, wake parlor.... depending on the time of the day or the&lt;br /&gt;needs of the moment. The same is true with the bahay na bato (stone house).&lt;br /&gt;Space just flows into the next space that the divisions between the sala,&lt;br /&gt;caida, comedor, or vilada may only be faintly suggested by overhead arches&lt;br /&gt;of filigree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In much the same way, Filipino concept of space can be so diffused that one£f&lt;br /&gt;party may creep into and actually expropriate the street! A family business&lt;br /&gt;like a sari-sari store or talyer may extend to the sidewalk and street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provincial folks dry palayan (rice grain) on the highways! Religious groups&lt;br /&gt;of various persuasions habitually and matter-of-factly commandeer the&lt;br /&gt;streets for processions and parades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not uncommon to close a street to accommodate private functions.&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos eat, sleep, chat, socialize, quarrel, even urinate, nearly&lt;br /&gt;everywhere or just anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¤„pacelessness,?in the face of modern, especially urban life, can be unlawful&lt;br /&gt;and may really be counter-productive. On the other hand, Filipino&lt;br /&gt;spacelessness, when viewed from his context, is just another manifestation&lt;br /&gt;of his spiritually and communal values. Adapted well to today£f context,&lt;br /&gt;which may mean unstoppable urbanization, Filipino spacelessness may even be&lt;br /&gt;the answer and counter balance to humanity£f greed, selfishness and&lt;br /&gt;isolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what makes the Filipino special? We are brown, spiritual, timeless,&lt;br /&gt;spaceless, linguists, groupies, weavers, adventurers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seldom do all these profound qualities find personification in a people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos should allow, and should be allowed to contribute their special&lt;br /&gt;traits to the world-wide community of men- but first, we should know and&lt;br /&gt;like ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-203526994921387340?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/203526994921387340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-filipino-is-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/203526994921387340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/203526994921387340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-filipino-is-special.html' title='Why the Filipino is SPECIAL'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-4034714163886784070</id><published>2009-05-06T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:17:27.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Ways to Kiss your Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/h3&gt;                                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6274/2021/1600/vancht_lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6274/2021/320/vancht_lips.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;1 - ICE KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Start your date with an ice kiss. Put an ice cube in your mouth until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;your mouth becomes cold. Remove the cube, track down your love and plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;a kiss that will send chills!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;2 - ELECTRIC SHOCK KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;The two of you shuffle your feet furiously on carpet. When you both have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;an electric charge, lean over and slowly aim for each other's lips. With&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;your lips about one-half inch apart, move in even slower until a spark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;jumps between the two of you. Instantly after this happens, kiss one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;another...the please us the kiss right after the shock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;3 - HERSHEY`S KISSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Prepare a small bag of Hershey`s kisses and slip it into your love's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;purse, briefcase, or lunchbox. Attach a note that reads "SORRY, I CAN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;BE THERE IN PERSON, BUT THINK OF ME AND DO THE FOLLOWING: Close your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;eyes and place the candy between your lips. Drop the candy in your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;and roll it on your tongue until it melts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;4 - TOLL KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Next time you are driving your love somewhere, stop the car before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;crossing a bridge or going through a tunnel, and say the toll must be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;paid before you can go any further. Of course,the toll cost in one kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;5 - BREAKFAST IN BED KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Slip out of bed early and prepare a special "Kissing" breakfast to serve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;to your love in bed. Pick foods that you can easily pick up and feed to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;your love. Kiss between bites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;6 - CHOCOLATE HEART KISSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Buy several boxes of little chocolate hearts that have sayings on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Pick out all the "KISS ME" hearts and put them in a heart shaped box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;with the note "REDEEMABLE ANYTIME, day or night!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;7 - PINK PANTHER KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Humming the Pink Panther theme, prowl toward your partner. On the high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;note, pounce and pucker. Suggestion-wear only pink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;8 - GOODBYE * 2 KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Send off your love in the morning with a quick kiss. As your love turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;to leave, pull him or her back for a second, more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;9 - KNOCK-KNOCK KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Stage the following knock-knock joke with your love:&lt;br /&gt;KNOCK KNOCK&lt;br /&gt;Who is there?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss&lt;br /&gt;Kiss who?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss who? Why me, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;10 - UNEXPECTED KISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;When the two of you are doing the usual, lean over and give your love a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sweet kiss on the cheek for no good reason and whisper..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-4034714163886784070?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/4034714163886784070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/top-10-ways-to-kiss-your-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/4034714163886784070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/4034714163886784070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/top-10-ways-to-kiss-your-love.html' title='Top 10 Ways to Kiss your Love'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-8785511868275157344</id><published>2009-05-06T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:25:34.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Golden Rules for finding your Life Partner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A relationship coach lays out his 5 golden rules for evaluating the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;prospects of long-term marital success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When it comes to making the decision about choosing a life partner, no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wants to make a mistake. Yet, with a divorce rate of close to 50 percent, it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;appears that many are making serious mistakes in their approach to finding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr/Ms Right! If you ask most couples who are engaged why they're getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;married, they'll say" "We're in love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I believe this is the #1 mistake make when they date. Choosing a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;partner should never be based on love. Though this may sound not politically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;correct, there's profound truth here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Love is not the basis for getting married. Rather, love is the result of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;good marriage. When the other ingredients are right, then the love will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me say it again: You can't build a lifetime relationship on love alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You need a lot more. Here are 5 questions you must ask yourself if you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;serious about finding and keeping a life partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;QUESTION #1: Do we share a common life purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why is this so important? Let me put it this way: If you're married for 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to 30 years, that's a long time to live with someone. What do you plan to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with each other all that time? Travel, eat and jog together? You need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;share something deeper and more meaningful. You need a common life purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Two things can happen in a marriage. You can grow together, or you can grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;apart. 50 percent of the people out there are growing apart. To make a marriage work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you need to know what you want out of life bottom line -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and marry someone who wants the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;QUESTION #2: Do I feel safe expressing my feelings and thoughts with this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This question goes to the core of the quality of your relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Feeling safe means you can communicate openly with this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;person. The basis of having communication is trust - i.e. trust that I won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;get "punished" or hurt for expressing my honest thoughts and feelings. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;colleague of mine defines an abusive person as someone with whom you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;afraid to express your thoughts and feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Be honest with yourself on this one. Make sure you feel emotionally safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with the person you plan to marry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;QUESTION #3: Is he/she a mensch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A mensch is someone who is a refined and sensitive person. How can you test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are some suggestions. Do they work on personal growth on a regular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;basis? Are they serious about improving themselves? A teacher of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;defines a good person as "someone who is always striving to be good and do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the right thing." So ask about your significant other. What do they do with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;their time? Is this person materialistic? Usually a materialistic person is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not someone whose top priority is character refinement. There are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;essentially two types of people in the world: People who are dedicated to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;personal growth and people who are dedicated to seeking comfort. Someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;whose goal in life is to be comfortable will put personal comfort ahead of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;doing the right thing. You need to know that before walking down the aisle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;QUESTION #4: How does he/she treat other people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The one most important thing that makes any relationship work is the ability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to give. By giving, we mean the ability to give another person pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ask: Is this someone who enjoys giving pleasure to others or are they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wrapped up in themselves and self-absorbed? To measure this, think about the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;following: How do they treat people whom they do not have to be nice to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;such as waiters, bus boy, taxi driver, etc. How do they treat parents and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;siblings? Do they have gratitude and appreciation? If they don't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;gratitude for the people who have given them everything, you cannot expect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that they'll have gratitude for you - who can't do nearly as much for them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do they gossip and speak badly about others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone who gossips cannot be someone who loves others. You can be sure that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;someone who treats others poorly, will eventually treat you poorly as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;QUESTION #5: Is there anything I'm hoping to change about this person after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we're married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Too many people make the mistake of marrying someone with the intention of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;trying to "improve" them after they're married. As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a colleague of mine puts it, "You can probably expect someone to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after the marriage - for the worse!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you cannot fully accept this person the way they are now, then you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not ready to marry them. In conclusion, dating does not have to be difficult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and treacherous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The key is to try leading a little more with your head and less with your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;heart. It pays to be as objective as possible when you are dating, to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sure to ask questions that will help you get to the key issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Falling in love is a great feeling, but when you wake up with a ring on your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;finger, you don't want to find yourself in trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;because you didn't do your homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-8785511868275157344?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/8785511868275157344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-golden-rules-for-finding-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/8785511868275157344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/8785511868275157344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-golden-rules-for-finding-your-life.html' title='5 Golden Rules for finding your Life Partner'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-7124610648466734529</id><published>2009-05-06T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:26:19.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS LOVE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like magic and it always will be&lt;br /&gt;For love still remains lifes sweet mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love works in ways that are wondrous and strange&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing in life that love cannot change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can transform the most commonplace&lt;br /&gt;Into beauty and splendor and sweetness and grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is unselfish, understanding and kind&lt;br /&gt;For it sees with its heart and not with its mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love gives and forgives&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing too much&lt;br /&gt;For love to heal with its magic touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the language that every heart speaks&lt;br /&gt;For love is the one thing that every heart seek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3568007020389215162-7124610648466734529?l=poemscollections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/feeds/7124610648466734529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/7124610648466734529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3568007020389215162/posts/default/7124610648466734529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemscollections.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-love.html' title='WHAT IS LOVE?'/><author><name>Evangeline Naron</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A5Z2jSxETRU/SIvoj3hiKlI/AAAAAAAAADg/r3RHIaaMejc/S220/cic5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3568007020389215162.post-6323982516990896359</id><published>2009-05-06T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:27:03.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AROUND THE WORLD WITH LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Romantic Acronyms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember these...?&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;J.A.P.A.N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Just Always Pray At Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; H.O.L.L.A.N.D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Hope Our Love Lasts And Never Dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I.T.A.L.Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I Trust And Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala ninyo yun lang ah .. heto pa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;L.I.B.Y.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Love Is Beautiful; You Also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;F.R.A.N.C.E.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt; Friendships Remain And Never Can End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;C.H.I.N.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Come Here! I Need Affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; B.U.R.M.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Between Us, Remember Me Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.N.D.I.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I Nearly Died In Adoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;K.E.N.Y.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Keep Everything Nice, Yet Arousing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;C.A.N.A.D.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Cute And Naughty Action that Developed into Attraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;P.E.R.U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Porget Everyone... Remember Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;K.O.R.E.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Keep Optimistic Regardless of Every Adversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;E.G.Y.P.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Everything's Great, You Pretty Thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Y.E.M.E.N.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt; Yugyugan Every Morning, Every Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;R.U.S.S.I.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Romance Under the Sky &amp;amp; Stars is Intimate Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala ninyo yun lang ah .. heto pa.... ulit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;M.A.N.I.L.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. May All Nights Inspire Love Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;B.A.L.I.W.A.G &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Beauty And Love I Will Always Give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;M.A.L.A.B.O.N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; May A Lasting Affair Be Ours Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I.M.U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I Miss U, Sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;P.A.S.I.G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Please Always Say I'm Gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;C.E.B.U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Change Everything... But Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;P.A.R.A.N.A.Q.U.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Please Always Remain Adorable, Nice And Quiet Under Ecstacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;T.O.N.D.O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Tonight's Our Night, Dearest One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.A.S.A.Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Pretty And Sexy Are You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last but not the least....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;M.A.R.L.B.O.R.O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Men Always Remember Love Because Of Romance Only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;P.H.I.L.I.P.P.I.N.E.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Pumping Hot.. I Love It! Please Please.. 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