<?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-374408011032773883</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:58:51.572-08:00</updated><category term='HELL'/><category term='HELL IS REAL'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='personality'/><category term='focus on d roots not on fruits'/><category term='love'/><category term='Mr. Right'/><category term='prince charming'/><title type='text'>sUbcOnsCioUs sHock aBsOrBeR</title><subtitle type='html'>--life,thoughts,wisdom--,,,unveiled wHen no One is suPPoseD to Know ExCepT mHe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-4001716732178152526</id><published>2010-10-05T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T18:20:25.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tHE  Fulfilling Life of a Christian Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;It's been a long time since I updated my blog... I really missed it.. And it seems like i am a newbie in blog writing since I don't know how to start..weeeew...&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;For the past few months I am sooooo busy in teaching here in STI. This is one of the most&amp;nbsp;fulfilling&amp;nbsp;work that I have because it was God who gave this to me. It's my ministry..I remember four years ago, teaching is the last thing I wanna do although I have all the guts to speak in front..My friends will tell me "why don't you become a teacher?" ..and I will simply shrug off saying " I have the skills but I don't have the&amp;nbsp;attitude".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;And now, I find myself teaching in the four corners of the classroom, in front of about more than 20 students per section....It was God who gave this fulfilling ministry of mine where He allows me to grow not just as a professional but as His follower and servant...He made me fall in love with my job. And most of all, He made me fall in love with my students. Though I've been slaving myself for almost 48 hours a week, the rewards are incomparable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I know the students are learning from me...But i was the most grateful teacher in the whole world because it was me who learned a lot from them... They are teaching me how to me more loving, patient, gracious, and kind... Teaching them reveals me who I am right now and they show me the weaknesses that I need to overcome. In spite of this, I know they love me. And i love them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Though I am faraway from my church, I know that God is with me always to show me how should I love them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/374408011032773883-4001716732178152526?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4001716732178152526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=4001716732178152526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/4001716732178152526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/4001716732178152526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2010/10/fulfilling-life-of-christian-teacher.html' title='tHE  Fulfilling Life of a Christian Teacher'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-1279070588853487536</id><published>2009-09-24T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:56:07.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night of Extravagant Worship Before Grand Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SrwU9lINvOI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ndbxUfcwbts/s1600-h/worship%282%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SrwU9lINvOI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ndbxUfcwbts/s400/worship%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell into Satan's trap just before I went to practice for a worship concert. I came to our practice with a very burden in my heart. I don't deserve Him. Remorse slowly hit me and I am so tired for being like this. I asked forgiveness but this guilt feeling won't go. I need His grace. I can't do this. I can't stand in His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang three praises but felt that wasn't enough. Some of us were already committing mistakes when we already perfected it a couple of days ago. Am also tired and I know most of us have a lot of concerns to attend. But for the very last time, I want to give Him the best of my best and all the things that I haven't poured out before. I asked Him last night. Lord, please make me pleasing unto You, please make me do my very best unto You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SrwVEqT4wtI/AAAAAAAAAd4/SzO7Xbjt3rw/s1600-h/freeToWorship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SrwVEqT4wtI/AAAAAAAAAd4/SzO7Xbjt3rw/s400/freeToWorship.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;During the last practice, it seems amo not doing my best yet. But I did in my own strength. I seek Him and wait for Him earnestly. I am desperate that night to give Him the best and the highest praises and worship that I ever have to offer. I felt that God is looking down upon us. He is seeking and searching for His worshippers. God knows our hearts. We want to pour our hearts unto Him. God saw it. And He didn't failed us. On our last song All of My Days, we worship not only through our mouth but through our hearts. He didn't want us to stop..my knees became weak and I fell into the floor..i felt to weak of His presence but all I want at that moment is to obey Him, please Him, and be consumed with His Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is unstoppable and Sally is exhorting non-stop. And she fell in the floor. I grab again the phone and shout His praise non-stop. I went ballistic. My flesh is crying out of praise for Him. My being was so consumed of His grace, of His love, of His presence. I want to consume all of Him. We want to give Him praise and worship until our last energy because He deserves the best.The people in church vow down unto Him.. We felt His presence and we hear angels and trumpets. We're on the mountain but He is just near us among the the thousands of unseen worshipers and saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know it's just an appetizer. God will do more on concert. And it was an unforgettable experience for the group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-1279070588853487536?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1279070588853487536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=1279070588853487536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/1279070588853487536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/1279070588853487536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/09/night-of-extravagant-worship-before.html' title='A Night of Extravagant Worship Before Grand Concert'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SrwU9lINvOI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ndbxUfcwbts/s72-c/worship%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-6677888030617384828</id><published>2009-09-07T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:49:36.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Privilege to Glorify God in a Worship Concert</title><content type='html'>It's September now!!Few weeks from now we will celebrating the glory of God through a worship concert on September 27, 2009 at Albay Astrodome..weeeee.... we felt humbled and we felt so privileged to be a part of this big worship team. We are composed of different churches united together to worship God in a big concert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the practice last month and we are now moving on to the polishings... The music team of Jesus Our Discipler church was honored to be a part of this big celebration in the kingdom of God...We had a good fellowship from different churches. They are humble and more dedicated to serve the Lord. We know deep in our hearts that we are united together in the name of the Lord to glorify Him, not to compete but to complete. We are here to empower and strengthen one another, not to showcase and boast off our skills and talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXfa_hMfzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Fc-lXwKweKM/s1600-h/joseph+n+buddy2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXfa_hMfzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Fc-lXwKweKM/s400/joseph+n+buddy2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;joseph n buddy on guitars..joseph in base, buddy in lead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXfpP2458I/AAAAAAAAAcI/gAD8rq4UP00/s1600-h/jane.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXfpP2458I/AAAAAAAAAcI/gAD8rq4UP00/s400/jane.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a beautiful pastor's daughter, jane on rhythm guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXf5O5YePI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2_eFmHc3LEo/s1600-h/jorem.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXf5O5YePI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2_eFmHc3LEo/s400/jorem.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cool jorem on drums..obvious b?hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXgPNjy_oI/AAAAAAAAAcY/YeWbWbinroY/s1600-h/lanie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXgPNjy_oI/AAAAAAAAAcY/YeWbWbinroY/s400/lanie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a worshiper, guitarist,&amp;nbsp; drummer, our music coordinator, Lanie on keyboard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXgkzC-tPI/AAAAAAAAAcg/q5wGJNo5cIE/s1600-h/salyrynnmae.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXgkzC-tPI/AAAAAAAAAcg/q5wGJNo5cIE/s400/salyrynnmae.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the worship leader sally and back-up singers ryan &amp;amp; mae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXhCJNBU9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/Qu5WSdHj-zU/s1600-h/wls+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXhCJNBU9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/Qu5WSdHj-zU/s400/wls+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mae, ariel, and me on back-ups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXgq8r_VjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Q-9Yx-t_Bj4/s1600-h/wls.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXgq8r_VjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Q-9Yx-t_Bj4/s400/wls.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the worship leaders ariel, ryan, mae, and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXhnw5BV0I/AAAAAAAAAdI/irtxu89hnpA/s1600-h/group2-alicf-daraga+team.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXhnw5BV0I/AAAAAAAAAdI/irtxu89hnpA/s400/group2-alicf-daraga+team.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the Group 2 Daraga Worship Team with the tambourine dancers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are now ready to give glory to God on a night of concert. This is the team effort with the guidance of the Lord. There are billions of worshipers accroos the globe but we are few to be chosen to do a Godly task on earth. All the glory goes to Jesus for ever and ever!!!!Hallelujah!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-6677888030617384828?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6677888030617384828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=6677888030617384828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/6677888030617384828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/6677888030617384828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/09/privilege-to-glorify-god-in-worship.html' title='A Privilege to Glorify God in a Worship Concert'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqXfa_hMfzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Fc-lXwKweKM/s72-c/joseph+n+buddy2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-3760467735564057161</id><published>2009-08-30T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:40:17.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations to Our Brother Soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally!!! After six months of hardships on a training camp, he is now a soldier! He's a soldier of God and God has give him more challeging task, a soldier of men.I witnessed his graduation... I'm happy for him that his dreams came true..But it's just the beginning....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank him personally for being my inspiration in terms of faith... He's the one who taught me how to be strong and hold on to my faith. He pulls me up when I'm about to give up...Though he's far away, he always check my spiritual health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqC_DDYJI5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/Fa8-veISRqs/s1600-h/jocelyn%28097%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqC_DDYJI5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/Fa8-veISRqs/s400/jocelyn%28097%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;solo pic nia....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqC_P-dDFoI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gbzs0DPbl54/s1600-h/jocelyn%28098%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqC_P-dDFoI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gbzs0DPbl54/s400/jocelyn%28098%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me &amp;amp; bro..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;wow ang serious ng katabi ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqC_m5PB7kI/AAAAAAAAAbw/O8FLZ0Gl9o4/s1600-h/jocelyn%28099%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqC_m5PB7kI/AAAAAAAAAbw/O8FLZ0Gl9o4/s400/jocelyn%28099%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me &amp;amp; bro..his cap is removed...finally nakipagsabayan n s kin mgpacute s cam..hehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Congrats Bro!!I'm just hoping that you will always put Christ first. Serve Him with all your heart and he will arm you with inexhaustible strength coming from him. He'll be back after a month and I hope to see him again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-3760467735564057161?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3760467735564057161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=3760467735564057161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3760467735564057161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3760467735564057161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/09/congratulations-to-our-brother-soldier.html' title='Congratulations to Our Brother Soldier'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqC_DDYJI5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/Fa8-veISRqs/s72-c/jocelyn%28097%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-4797303358761791269</id><published>2009-07-29T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:40:42.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLTCFI Team Building</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCjpEJ2gBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/zm2n4QYpN_4/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCjbQJ7c1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UGRaAe8GNL8/s1600-h/breakfast.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, after a long wait, here we are at Mullner's Beach Resort in Bacacay Albay...&lt;br /&gt;We did have fun and we maximize everything we got here: foods, foods, foods, lots of foods pa hehehee!!!its like a feast! videoke...i sang once... the great view, the sea, games, bonding moments, recreation..... and guess what we really enjoyed!!!&lt;br /&gt;do you need proofs???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCjH5gtyYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oIyTSpmEXd4/s1600-h/seoteam4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;our first meal-snacks pa lang yan... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCjbQJ7c1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UGRaAe8GNL8/s1600-h/breakfast.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCjbQJ7c1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UGRaAe8GNL8/s400/breakfast.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCjh4WCOzI/AAAAAAAAAao/unx-gczbuMI/s1600-h/ligo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCjh4WCOzI/AAAAAAAAAao/unx-gczbuMI/s400/ligo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mga hampas tubig!.. galing pa lang s dagat ligo nmn s gripo..weee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCjjzIvJgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/76YRgEd-ViA/s1600-h/ligo2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCjjzIvJgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/76YRgEd-ViA/s400/ligo2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mga hampas tubig tlaga!he4! nagkakasya para s isang baldeng tubig..hay nakow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCjmQ3nz-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/znsm3cbRd3I/s1600-h/my+girls.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCjmQ3nz-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/znsm3cbRd3I/s400/my+girls.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mga girls daw ni sir john...hehe..jenny, goldy, halley, me, &amp;amp; angie..o san k p?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCjpEJ2gBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/zm2n4QYpN_4/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCjpEJ2gBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/zm2n4QYpN_4/s400/New+Image.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;start ng TEAM BUILDING s umaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqClsbbs83I/AAAAAAAAAbI/DUT7qRxOE6M/s1600-h/puyaters.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqClsbbs83I/AAAAAAAAAbI/DUT7qRxOE6M/s400/puyaters.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the puyaters...wooohooo!!!d talunan group n kasali aq dyan..oks lng kc may premyo nmn kmi s SEO QUIZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCl9aIX3oI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/O4wf-wYrEFs/s1600-h/seoteam3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCl9aIX3oI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/O4wf-wYrEFs/s400/seoteam3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the group shot of SEOs and all SL BPO Pips on the last day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCmNkvtcQI/AAAAAAAAAbY/SBoa9r1B5Gk/s1600-h/seoteam4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCmNkvtcQI/AAAAAAAAAbY/SBoa9r1B5Gk/s400/seoteam4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;group pics s seashore...pose p rin khit bagong gising..hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-4797303358761791269?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4797303358761791269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=4797303358761791269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/4797303358761791269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/4797303358761791269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/09/sltcfi-team-building.html' title='SLTCFI Team Building'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SqCjH5gtyYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oIyTSpmEXd4/s72-c/seoteam4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-8881302955245504865</id><published>2009-07-21T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:51:31.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Dream Ignited</title><content type='html'>I never expected that I can make a literary entry on Eucreo... but something inside me that brought those words into pen and paper... Thanks to my friend who was able to critic my work. I remember way back in college, i always dreamed of becoming an author of a book... now i know the kind of topic that i want to pursue as a writer: a biblical perspective of emotional intelligence. sounds great! ei is one of my most favorite topic..this is college thesis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it created a certain impact as it make me shift on a new personality...that was a couple of years ago..ouch!that old! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i was reconnected on those old dreams, on becoming an author of a book.. but lately i realized that I can try out creating short stories or fictions...not bad! my friend told me that the story that I first created was full of life, not boring... so I guess I have to continue this..im just praying that He will give the strength and wisdom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-8881302955245504865?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8881302955245504865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=8881302955245504865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/8881302955245504865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/8881302955245504865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-ignited.html' title='a Dream Ignited'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-8229996497216096831</id><published>2009-07-16T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:25:29.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's with this Witwisit</title><content type='html'>This guy has caught my attention...He's a singer and actor from Thailand. I just find him cute. I saw him act and sing on youtube when I watched his film For the Love of Siam...I bet this guy has a look-alike here and he seemed to remind me of him.I even spend my time finding pictures of him and I here's what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9Bw6mw28I/AAAAAAAAAU4/n_4_QWEaMfo/s1600-h/mic+lukalike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9Bw6mw28I/AAAAAAAAAU4/n_4_QWEaMfo/s400/mic+lukalike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074390215547842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...he's indeed a knockout on his elegant pinstripe suit..(every time I look at this pic can't help but stop breathing for a while...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9BwpqwQwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HkaxwO9zisc/s1600-h/modelwit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9BwpqwQwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HkaxwO9zisc/s400/modelwit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074385668883202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9BwT8tvFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/WH9YKgcWa_E/s1600-h/gorgoues+wit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9BwT8tvFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/WH9YKgcWa_E/s400/gorgoues+wit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074379838635090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...one..two..three...pose...!!!i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9BwN44olI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gbrE8YYtCvQ/s1600-h/edited+wit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9BwN44olI/AAAAAAAAAUg/gbrE8YYtCvQ/s400/edited+wit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074378211959378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...his poster on his movie Love of Siam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9Bv9_Tg_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/oVwkV86ROXg/s1600-h/cutiewit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9Bv9_Tg_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/oVwkV86ROXg/s400/cutiewit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074373943919602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9KuqG5rQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cy5lw7Tyi3s/s1600-h/witwisit+hiranyawongkul+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9KuqG5rQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cy5lw7Tyi3s/s400/witwisit+hiranyawongkul+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359084247031852290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9KuIOw1fI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ypA-oVuFKUY/s1600-h/witwisit+hiranyawongkul+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9KuIOw1fI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ypA-oVuFKUY/s400/witwisit+hiranyawongkul+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359084237938021874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9Kt2cK_6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/8Kjq7B-duWg/s1600-h/witnsydview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9Kt2cK_6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/8Kjq7B-duWg/s400/witnsydview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359084233162424226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9Kt6XwySI/AAAAAAAAAXA/tD3hBRKTFx4/s1600-h/smilingwit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9Kt6XwySI/AAAAAAAAAXA/tD3hBRKTFx4/s400/smilingwit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359084234217670946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9KtocQrCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xpBrwQo8lFc/s1600-h/singingwit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9KtocQrCI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xpBrwQo8lFc/s400/singingwit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359084229404699682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9HIPa6tyI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zGI9TN5HGR4/s1600-h/witycloseup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9HIPa6tyI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zGI9TN5HGR4/s400/witycloseup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359080288498136866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...love that innocent natural look on his face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9HH-7hvMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/-aRIIM1CLLI/s1600-h/witwisit01sy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9HH-7hvMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/-aRIIM1CLLI/s400/witwisit01sy9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359080284071509186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9HHjAszII/AAAAAAAAAWg/85klmyfgiBw/s1600-h/witwisit02400im3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9HHjAszII/AAAAAAAAAWg/85klmyfgiBw/s400/witwisit02400im3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359080276577012866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9HHcmriUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/SYlLFwhApKQ/s1600-h/witintux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9HHcmriUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/SYlLFwhApKQ/s400/witintux.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359080274857265474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...his innocent helpless look on a pinstripe suit...hmmm, he's unleashing his real male appeal when wears a traditionally classic outfit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9HHRHBnBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/THwmSd6a15o/s1600-h/witinpink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9HHRHBnBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/THwmSd6a15o/s400/witinpink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359080271771704338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...he's indeed a real cutie without trying to compare with other thai actors on his age. mario maurer is also gorgeous in a different way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-8229996497216096831?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8229996497216096831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=8229996497216096831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/8229996497216096831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/8229996497216096831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-with-this-witwisit.html' title='what&apos;s with this Witwisit'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Sl9Bw6mw28I/AAAAAAAAAU4/n_4_QWEaMfo/s72-c/mic+lukalike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-1909420618962453003</id><published>2009-07-14T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:47:33.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario Maurer: for d Love of Siam</title><content type='html'>This guy caught my attention because he is reminding me of someone. And I got so curious that I even save some of his cutie and gorgeous pic that will remind me of him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Mario Maurer, a supermodel and now a successful actor of Thailand. He's considered as one of the most beautiful man, a real heartthrob of Asia, and one of the most successful Thai actor. wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, he's good looking alright..but am not really head over heals infatuated with him.had to admit that i love his face and the way he carry dress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlyoICG-_8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Nw4T8x87NHY/s1600-h/mario-maurer-thai-supermodel13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlyoICG-_8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Nw4T8x87NHY/s400/mario-maurer-thai-supermodel13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358342512622632898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...he looked sophisticated and gorgeous here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlyoIVjVjGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ZGcXlFKO4WM/s1600-h/sexy-mario-maurer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlyoIVjVjGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ZGcXlFKO4WM/s400/sexy-mario-maurer1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358342517841824866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....the proof of his supermodel career..reAL hot and overflowing with appeal..i just love the way he looks here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlyoHyZfA4I/AAAAAAAAATw/H0hCymXw8RI/s1600-h/mario-maurer-thai-supermodel11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlyoHyZfA4I/AAAAAAAAATw/H0hCymXw8RI/s400/mario-maurer-thai-supermodel11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358342508405261186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nothing is even more gorgeous with his military outfit..but he carries it for fashion..hmmmm...he just failed to make it look like he's a real military man though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlyoHoW-K9I/AAAAAAAAATo/Agac1tdS2hg/s1600-h/07da30b1ce2f40_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlyoHoW-K9I/AAAAAAAAATo/Agac1tdS2hg/s400/07da30b1ce2f40_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358342505710365650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a combination of intelligence and good looks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Slyp8TJoxdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ICl6sPYdpa0/s1600-h/The_Love_of_Siam_090008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Slyp8TJoxdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ICl6sPYdpa0/s400/The_Love_of_Siam_090008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358344510061987282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the Love of Siam Movie Poster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had other good looking pics but these pictures are so far the best for me. i'm sorry if i don't include the topless one...hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-1909420618962453003?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1909420618962453003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=1909420618962453003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/1909420618962453003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/1909420618962453003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/07/mario-maurer-for-d-love-of-siam.html' title='Mario Maurer: for d Love of Siam'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlyoICG-_8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Nw4T8x87NHY/s72-c/mario-maurer-thai-supermodel13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-254277759492104197</id><published>2009-07-09T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:05:47.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my li'l cutie Micah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlZ2eM305fI/AAAAAAAAATY/Niezm9ThQ8E/s1600-h/Image1615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlZ2eM305fI/AAAAAAAAATY/Niezm9ThQ8E/s320/Image1615.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356599068027315698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my adorable Micah..he's soooooo cutie aight???&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I bought this cutie military bear in Manila to give it to someone.. But the problem is, I became attached to him...huhuhu!!!! My lovely MicAH... This is my first time to write about a thing..my stuff... last march, i created a story Courage for Micah. and I adopted the character of Micah from someone i knew...sshhhhhhhh.... that's our secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well I guess its too obvious.. you know exactly whom Micah belongs... i love him and he always put a little joy in my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-254277759492104197?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/254277759492104197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=254277759492104197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/254277759492104197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/254277759492104197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-lil-cutie-micah.html' title='my li&apos;l cutie Micah'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlZ2eM305fI/AAAAAAAAATY/Niezm9ThQ8E/s72-c/Image1615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-8076767458110979841</id><published>2009-07-09T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:35:46.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diligence Inspite Injustice (wooow 2  d highest level!)</title><content type='html'>Sa kasamaang palad, hindi p rin kami sumasahod....well,....hindi ko n alam ang gagawin ko..ala ring silbi kung magalit ako. ala rin akong mpapala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko sanang magwork subalit kinokonsensia ako...naririto ako hindi para pagsilbihan ang walang kwentang kumpanyang pinapasukan ko kundi para pagsilbihan ang aking Amang nasa langit... Ako'y muling dumadaan s apoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang buwan na kaming hindi sumasahod sa oras para sa kakarampot naming sweldo. Pero hindi ko p rin maiwasang mainis...at magalit...subalit sabi ni Holy Spirit, hindi yun ang dapat kong maging attitude. Hindi naman Siya namimilit pero ako naman malalagot pag nag disobey ako. Ako ay narito para sa Panginoon. Kung ano man ang pangangailangan ko ay Siyang tumutugon. Grabe, malapit n ko mawalan ng money pero always 2d rescue ang akong Amang nasa langit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan ko ng malaking malaking pasensia, endurance, and diligence sa trabaho ko. Ito ay para sa aking Panginoon at hindi para sa kliyente o kaya naman ay sa kompanyang pinapasukan ko. Alam ko na ang Ama ang may kontrol ng lahat. Alam ko makikita kong kikilos Siya sa amin at gagawa ng paraan s problemang hinaharap namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang naiinspayr ako sa debosyonal na natatanggap ko s email ki kuya Joel Osteen. Kahit anong sitwasyon ko, ako'y patuloy na pinagpapala ng aking Ama. Let His gloriousness be magnified kahit na ano pang sitwasyon meron ako ngaun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang injustice ang nangyayari sa aming kompanya..sobrang baba ng sweldo at lagi pang delayed ang sahod.pro imbes na magreklamo, dapat humingi ng tulong sa Amang nasa langit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ang gagawin ko ay ang mgtrabaho ng maayos. Nakikinabang man ang kompnanya sa ginagawa ko kahit sila ay hindi, ang Ama naman ang aking napapapurihan....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-8076767458110979841?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8076767458110979841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=8076767458110979841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/8076767458110979841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/8076767458110979841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/07/diligence-inspite-injustice-wooow-2-d.html' title='Diligence Inspite Injustice (wooow 2  d highest level!)'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-2683350336979528755</id><published>2009-07-06T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T08:03:59.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empowerment on Malolos</title><content type='html'>I never expected that I am able to go to Malolos due to financial problems. But God provides even if you don't even mind going there. But here are some of the proofs...&lt;br /&gt;we had fun, we were inspired by our fellow Christian there, and most of all, we were spiritually empowered by them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlIPMwlA0LI/AAAAAAAAASw/B5L1i3LWyGY/s1600-h/malolos+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlIPMwlA0LI/AAAAAAAAASw/B5L1i3LWyGY/s320/malolos+boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355359618769932466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...hmmmm, jdc malolos strike their best pose with ate marie..boys over flowers version????hehehe&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlIPMnQpHYI/AAAAAAAAASo/TIYqNd4KgvQ/s1600-h/jdc+malolos+n+bicol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlIPMnQpHYI/AAAAAAAAASo/TIYqNd4KgvQ/s320/jdc+malolos+n+bicol.jpg" border="0" &lt;br /&gt;alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355359616268574082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;....finally, other pips from JDC Bicol arrived..siemps d sila papatalo..hehe..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlIPMYsBIJI/AAAAAAAAASg/7-sRZ9t7bAY/s1600-h/d+kuleeet+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlIPMYsBIJI/AAAAAAAAASg/7-sRZ9t7bAY/s320/d+kuleeet+pose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355359612356862098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;....am a virus carrier of this pose...yikes!!!but nevertheless we're still cool no matter how crazy we are..lols!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlIPMPq0xBI/AAAAAAAAASY/5lrn90I7dp8/s1600-h/d+crzy+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlIPMPq0xBI/AAAAAAAAASY/5lrn90I7dp8/s320/d+crzy+pose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355359609935938578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...its obvious that we really had fun here..and we're uninhibited showing our playful side..hehe&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlIPLs6LpOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XNYQrkzoazw/s1600-h/bal,noel,nme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlIPLs6LpOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XNYQrkzoazw/s320/bal,noel,nme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355359600605111522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...its bal and noel of jdc malolos music team..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worth all the time,money, and effort to go there...aside from spiritual blessings we receive, we had more fun and fellowship with them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-2683350336979528755?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2683350336979528755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=2683350336979528755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/2683350336979528755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/2683350336979528755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/07/empowerment-on-malolos.html' title='Empowerment on Malolos'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SlIPMwlA0LI/AAAAAAAAASw/B5L1i3LWyGY/s72-c/malolos+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-1835658462597054237</id><published>2009-06-03T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:45:33.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE JDC CRAZY POSE</title><content type='html'>sa pagkakataong ito ay aking nabigyan ng pansin ang aking mga kapatid na sila pala talaga ay may totoong talento..isang talento na ibinigay lamang sa mga magaganda at gwapo..laki nga ng pagtataka ko kung bakit ito ay ipinagkaloob sa amin..ganyan talaga kabait si God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sia, sige, 1, 2, 3, say cheeeeeesssseeeeeeeeeeee..........!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start muna tayo sa cast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siap9-SUJ8I/AAAAAAAAANE/EWeDAt8abBk/s1600-h/boodhex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siap9-SUJ8I/AAAAAAAAANE/EWeDAt8abBk/s320/boodhex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343144890078603202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;tan ta na nan tanan.....si budhex,..ang feeling gwapo s JDC..sige pagbigyan..sabi ni God love your neighbor eh..kayat s kanya din napunta ang feeling gwapo award... o wag munang kumontra kasi feeling lng nman..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siap-KzlSwI/AAAAAAAAANM/WGaCvDg96Iw/s1600-h/butsik!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siap-KzlSwI/AAAAAAAAANM/WGaCvDg96Iw/s320/butsik!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343144893439363842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; sia si shie, ang may-ari ng cam namin..kya palgi siyang sariling sikap s pag posing..hehehe...tie sila ni dha sa sariling sikap award..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siap-PsRX5I/AAAAAAAAANU/WixEAGBzkeI/s1600-h/dha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siap-PsRX5I/AAAAAAAAANU/WixEAGBzkeI/s320/dha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343144894750875538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; isa din s kakuntsaba at kabaro ni budhex...so feeling gwapo din sia..nsa pics naman evidence d va?? halos lahat ng kuha namin sa cagsawa ay solo pic nia, and so the sariling sikap award goes to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SicDt8tWM_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/7iBwFHvdiS8/s1600-h/bulanetotoot!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SicDt8tWM_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/7iBwFHvdiS8/s320/bulanetotoot!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343243570823705586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ang mukhang pinakamabait sa lahat (ooowsss d nga??)..mukha lang ha...d halata na isa yan s mga promotor din..(sssshhhhh...d over pacute award goes to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SicDtlhyr-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Y7PZahqkvc0/s1600-h/boogrrhiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SicDtlhyr-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Y7PZahqkvc0/s320/boogrrhiz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343243564601225186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ang aking anak..siemps nagmana s kin..mukha ding mabait at mahinhin...pro...hmmmmm..tingnan nio n nga lng s pics...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siap-ZsikBI/AAAAAAAAANc/Onkk1vbxlL8/s1600-h/rhai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siap-ZsikBI/AAAAAAAAANc/Onkk1vbxlL8/s320/rhai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343144897436356626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; ehehehehe...siya ang pinaka mahiyain sa cam (as in!)...lahat ng pics namin ay kasali siya at nsa unahan pa... at sa kanya napunta ang posing of the year award...(walang kokontra!hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siap-msBI5I/AAAAAAAAANk/v_Pbo-NrRhQ/s1600-h/senora+jho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siap-msBI5I/AAAAAAAAANk/v_Pbo-NrRhQ/s320/senora+jho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343144900923827090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; siemps ang aming momey...kasabwat namin yan at dyan kami nagmana....at lahat ng award ay nasa kanya dahil nga nagmana kmi s knya..naks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SicDuJ0Xp-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/uS8Xt9nkGJY/s1600-h/iris2+on+cagsawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SicDuJ0Xp-I/AAAAAAAAAP8/uS8Xt9nkGJY/s320/iris2+on+cagsawa.jpg" border="0"alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343243574342821858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; siempz...am not excempted...accountable ako sa knila bilang mastermind at promotor sa kanilang mga out-of-this world posing..lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sia sige ito na tlaga...one, two, three,..........rampa!!!..please welcome, the JDC cast....with their breathtaking pose....enjoy pipz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siaru54ersI/AAAAAAAAANs/1jJiVeDNAnY/s1600-h/d+churva+grup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siaru54ersI/AAAAAAAAANs/1jJiVeDNAnY/s320/d+churva+grup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343146830221717186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; sample pa lang yan...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SicDuNSEFBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yewyR-B75ss/s1600-h/pool+pagent+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SicDuNSEFBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yewyR-B75ss/s320/pool+pagent+pose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343243575272674322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; ayan sige...sinira ang view ng magandang pool dahil s pambihirang posing nila...go bulane n momey!!!!hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SicIA6PYnFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/86338Sf1Lww/s1600-h/Image564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SicIA6PYnFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/86338Sf1Lww/s320/Image564.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343248294625188946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; ayan sige pa..pacute lng bulanetotooot!!siemps i commend momey for her dramatic kuno pose...momey wag mong isipin yun, love k nun..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiarvNNapYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Pq67WPZuJkc/s1600-h/d+ewan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiarvNNapYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Pq67WPZuJkc/s320/d+ewan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343146835409806722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ayan na!!!!the best tlga si budhexx...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiarvdU0P_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/QYqNHWw1P4E/s1600-h/d+ewan+grup+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiarvdU0P_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/QYqNHWw1P4E/s320/d+ewan+grup+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343146839735812082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;hehehehe....i commend budhex and rai for d melodramatic pose..pero para yatang gusto kong matawa...hahahaha....luvu guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiarvXUXtqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JE0rr2Vj8Mg/s1600-h/d+ewan+grup+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiarvXUXtqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JE0rr2Vj8Mg/s320/d+ewan+grup+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343146838123329186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;hehe..siemps d rin pahuhuli ang inyong lingkod..pro lam naman natin kung sino p rin ang d best..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siarvi-S6gI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vQabCziyz1w/s1600-h/d+goingnower+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siarvi-S6gI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vQabCziyz1w/s320/d+goingnower+pose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343146841251965442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;wahuhuhuhu....d best p rin si budhex tlga..hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o gusto nio pa???meron pa no.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siav3VYIKsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/M71rloXOVdo/s1600-h/melodramatic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siav3VYIKsI/AAAAAAAAAO0/M71rloXOVdo/s320/melodramatic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343151373087681218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; please welcome ....the star circle quest batch 000000000000000000000....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siav3CmSSII/AAAAAAAAAOs/gmeSAD4M_ak/s1600-h/d+sea+creature+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siav3CmSSII/AAAAAAAAAOs/gmeSAD4M_ak/s320/d+sea+creature+pose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343151368046790786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;feeling nila ay mga syokoy at syoke sila...pro nakalimutan nilang nasa pool sila..indi dagat..haaay!!..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siav3JuyTMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/M6-per9S9tc/s1600-h/d+praning+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siav3JuyTMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/M6-per9S9tc/s320/d+praning+pose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343151369961491650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; sila ang second batch ng sea creatures na napunta sa pool..heto at nagkakalat...hay nakow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siav29mRxaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/d9AdSGi2zFw/s1600-h/d+pool+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siav29mRxaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/d9AdSGi2zFw/s320/d+pool+pose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343151366704580002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;hehehe...ala p ring kapaguran...sayang kasi ang film..it's good to be a model tlga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siav2kX_x9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/9d72crBXZeM/s1600-h/d+mental+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siav2kX_x9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/9d72crBXZeM/s320/d+mental+pose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343151359933794258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;d unbeatable pose!!!dito nio marerealize ang kanilang real identity...sssshhhhh..quiet lng...kakalabas lng nila ng mental..hehe joke!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe..kala nio tapos na..heto pa!!!...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siax2D9QWCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mT6nKS6jI50/s1600-h/whts+dt+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siax2D9QWCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mT6nKS6jI50/s320/whts+dt+pose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343153550254954530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ayan kanya-kanyang trip sana..pro since birds of d same feather s d best policy, nagkasundo p rin eventually sa isa p ring breathtaking n pose...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siax1wgiCyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OweI-k6w20c/s1600-h/whts+dt+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siax1wgiCyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OweI-k6w20c/s320/whts+dt+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343153545034205986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;nkakahawa ang tingin ni budhex sa itaas kayat ako'y napatingin din..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siax19TNazI/AAAAAAAAAPM/0Bk_8_jXdHU/s1600-h/tingin+ki+rai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siax19TNazI/AAAAAAAAAPM/0Bk_8_jXdHU/s320/tingin+ki+rai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343153548467989298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;siemps, two thumbs up sa ating awardee for her best pose...siemps i commend din d team effort..wahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siax1stZA7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/b8M8dL4n2oU/s1600-h/sige+pose+pa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siax1stZA7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/b8M8dL4n2oU/s320/sige+pose+pa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343153544014398386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ganyan pag ayaw na sa cam...as in sawang sawa na...hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siax1QOlpsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OyQlkWUvr0M/s1600-h/rai+n+shie+psycho+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siax1QOlpsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OyQlkWUvr0M/s320/rai+n+shie+psycho+pose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343153536369010370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;sino ang tatalo s pose ng posing of the year award???lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoyed...siemps hindi mawawala ang kakosa nio...msyado lang kaming mahiyain s cam kya gnyan ang kinalabasan...hehe...ayan ang aming mga pangarap n nagkatotoo kahit papano..salamat s nokia ni chie at s effort ng group to give their best shot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-1835658462597054237?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1835658462597054237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=1835658462597054237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/1835658462597054237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/1835658462597054237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/06/jdc-crazy-pose.html' title='THE JDC CRAZY POSE'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siap9-SUJ8I/AAAAAAAAANE/EWeDAt8abBk/s72-c/boodhex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-7671407961787336367</id><published>2009-06-03T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:03:41.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more on cagsawa swimming..chillax!!!</title><content type='html'>We really had fun...we felt like a child again..and we're crazy as we think..lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siaad2ULXCI/AAAAAAAAALU/sONtqY2HMJA/s1600-h/iris+on+cagsawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siaad2ULXCI/AAAAAAAAALU/sONtqY2HMJA/s320/iris+on+cagsawa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343127845508701218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; o 'san k p? ala p ring kapaguran sa pag pose...always on the mood na magpacute n cam..ahem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiaaeVMpoiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KvoNS4Ax63M/s1600-h/d+repaks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiaaeVMpoiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KvoNS4Ax63M/s320/d+repaks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343127853798629922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;as usual laging nag-aagawan sa camera...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiaaeSdnvyI/AAAAAAAAALs/RCyrntu1I0Q/s1600-h/Image545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiaaeSdnvyI/AAAAAAAAALs/RCyrntu1I0Q/s320/Image545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343127853064503074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;nice rhiz!!!ang cute ng posing talaga..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiaaeNwQJyI/AAAAAAAAALk/LKhxL7CszlQ/s1600-h/tongue-out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiaaeNwQJyI/AAAAAAAAALk/LKhxL7CszlQ/s320/tongue-out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343127851800471330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;la lang..la na kasing maisip n pose kaya ang tongue-out na lang..haaay!!hirap talagang maging model..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiaaeMp0JiI/AAAAAAAAALc/-FyucnI5Bdw/s1600-h/JDC+on+rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiaaeMp0JiI/AAAAAAAAALc/-FyucnI5Bdw/s320/JDC+on+rock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343127851505034786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;narealize namin na we need to rest and enjoy fuds aside from swimming..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siadu0ab94I/AAAAAAAAAMU/dK0O47IDfos/s1600-h/la+lng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siadu0ab94I/AAAAAAAAAMU/dK0O47IDfos/s320/la+lng.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343131435590743938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; our appetizer pose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siadut5rzXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KLOg-mbohBA/s1600-h/Image541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siadut5rzXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KLOg-mbohBA/s320/Image541.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343131433842756978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;yan sige pa..pose lng ng pose hanggang d nasisira ang cam ni shie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiadujBcR0I/AAAAAAAAAME/pA1P1uNe6ac/s1600-h/Image509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiadujBcR0I/AAAAAAAAAME/pA1P1uNe6ac/s320/Image509.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343131430922504002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiaduZE8B8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Gnre_8uwoX8/s1600-h/Image672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiaduZE8B8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Gnre_8uwoX8/s320/Image672.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343131428252813250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;playing on d pool..lugi ang mga matatangkad..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiadvKq10PI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Q6V3YfN3_Ms/s1600-h/Image608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiadvKq10PI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Q6V3YfN3_Ms/s320/Image608.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343131441565126898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;one last group pose after leaving d pool..naks!!ayaw tlgang paawat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-7671407961787336367?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7671407961787336367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=7671407961787336367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7671407961787336367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7671407961787336367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-on-cagsawa-swimmingchillax.html' title='more on cagsawa swimming..chillax!!!'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siaad2ULXCI/AAAAAAAAALU/sONtqY2HMJA/s72-c/iris+on+cagsawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-9052114592816528737</id><published>2009-06-03T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:34:57.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time to Relax: Swimmming in Cagsawa</title><content type='html'>After an exhausting weeks, it's time to have fun, relax, and enjoy the real meaning of life...of course souvenirs like pics is a must!!! Goodbye sickness!! gOODBye loneliness!!Goodbye frustrations...!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; HELLO CAGSAWA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siaj8uOKLuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/sevJYiysh8Q/s1600-h/Image598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siaj8uOKLuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/sevJYiysh8Q/s320/Image598.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343138271516569314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;hehehe...d trying hard pose under the sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siaj8C0l8UI/AAAAAAAAAM0/FwygAUPEYKU/s1600-h/Image544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siaj8C0l8UI/AAAAAAAAAM0/FwygAUPEYKU/s320/Image544.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343138259866612034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;d peace pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siaj7xK58BI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZsMeUf05v8I/s1600-h/Image540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siaj7xK58BI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZsMeUf05v8I/s320/Image540.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343138255128358930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;d pa-epal pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siaj77IYQEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6OCcvmk7g1Y/s1600-h/Image537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siaj77IYQEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6OCcvmk7g1Y/s320/Image537.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343138257802117186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the trying hard pa-cute pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiaT9K4EVbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SLZavslAyRA/s1600-h/iris+on+cagsawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiaT9K4EVbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SLZavslAyRA/s320/iris+on+cagsawa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343120687022495154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiaT8vY43mI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CXE_4Vo1xWs/s1600-h/d+churva+grup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/SiaT8vY43mI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CXE_4Vo1xWs/s320/d+churva+grup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343120679643962978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-9052114592816528737?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/9052114592816528737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=9052114592816528737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/9052114592816528737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/9052114592816528737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-time-to-relax-swimmming-in-cagsawa_03.html' title='It&apos;s Time to Relax: Swimmming in Cagsawa'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Siaj8uOKLuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/sevJYiysh8Q/s72-c/Image598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-8071309512914586846</id><published>2009-04-30T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:43:02.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A TEST OF MY CHRISTIAN FAITH…BUT I STAND FIRM!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was having a conversation with my old online friend. But it turned out to be a test of my Christian faith. Not really seeking a truth. He’s got point all right. I know he’s intelligent. But none of his argument will make me turn away from my Savior. This is faith. Not just belief. I can believe in Jesus Christ but have not faith in Him. Do you wanna know the reason for my faith? Do you wanna know why real Christians stand up for their faith for Jesus? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer was simple. JESUS IS REAL. HE IS ALIVE. AND AUTHENTIC CHRISTIANS  E-X-P-E-R-I-E-N-C-E JESUS. And I myself can attest to that. He is saying that Bible doesn’t have the origin. I just don’t know if he’s really reading the real bible. Because I am experiencing JESUS through the Bible. Bible is alive because this is the masterpiece of a LIVING GOD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have to admit that I’m just a baby in faith. I may not be too knowledgeable about God. I am not a Bible expert nor quite familiar with all the verses. But I know who is Jesus as a personal Savior and a personal God. I may not be as intelligent like Pharisees when it comes to His word although I have to. But I know how I can introduce Jesus Christ through my personal experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what Paul said in 1 Corinthians 13? No matter how excellent he is, but without love, HE IS NOTHING!!!!  I choose love over intelligence. And I choose faith over logic if that’s what it takes to know God. I didn’t regret this. If I never give up my intelligence, until now, I’m still lost. I pity those people who admire too much their intelligence but look foolish in the eyes of God. They will never see the kingdom of God. For He hides the pearl from the "intelligent". If etheists, atheists, and other non-Christian religions cannot find Jesus, it is because they can never accept Jesus as their Savior. Well, what a pity for them for they don’t know the truth. It’s ok if I will look pathetic to those who don’t believe in Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-8071309512914586846?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8071309512914586846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=8071309512914586846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/8071309512914586846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/8071309512914586846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/04/test-of-my-christian-faithbut-i-stand.html' title='A TEST OF MY CHRISTIAN FAITH…BUT I STAND FIRM!!!!'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-3597081546725043138</id><published>2009-04-27T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:11:16.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE is What d World Needs</title><content type='html'>You've got the car on your own, a big house, a promising career..it seems that all your dreams are just beyond your easy reach...but something is lacking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Paul said in 1Corinthians 13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES...NO MATTER HOW BEST YOU ARE AND SUCCESSFUL YOU CAN BE, BUT WITHOUT LOVE IN YOUR HEART, YOU ARE N-O-T-H-I-N-G...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the saddest part of life we had to admit. Even if you have all the wealth and riches in the world, at some point you will never be satisfied. Your end up empty inside...I was reading a small book from my Peruvian friend about LOVE... all about 1Corinthians 13, my favorite bible verse and my favorite quote about LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does Paul says about LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said in 1 Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I patient??? Am I kind??? Am I not envious??? Am I not rude??? Am I self-seeking??? These are just a few tests of love... I realize how hard it is to love a person if I will diligently follow what Paul says... But I have to, and I can by the grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest challenge for me is to be PATIENT...People who knew me well might agree that I am very impatient.. But God knows how much I'm asking for it..And I can say I'm far from being very very impatient. But hey!! It's not bad!! At least I'm seeing significant progress. And how can I be sooooo rude and stubborn when I'm not yet a Christian...huuuweeeew....I have lots to improve on this area but I know God is guiding me and giving me all the grace to be unrude most especially when my temperature starts to boil straight on my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE... this is what the world needs... If only the world can understand what Paul means about LOVE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-3597081546725043138?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3597081546725043138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=3597081546725043138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3597081546725043138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3597081546725043138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-what-d-world-needs.html' title='LOVE is What d World Needs'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-4857702137575865101</id><published>2009-04-21T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:42:04.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Single Lady..sssshhhhh...</title><content type='html'>It's been a year since my more than six years relationship has ended. And that was confirmed when I saw his friendster avatar a girl beside her. I'm happy he has found a woman who can really love him and fulfill his dreams that I can never accomplish for him. He's got a new life. And so am I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I am very much happy with the kind of freedom I have. Freedom in soooo many things. Freedom from pains and headaches ( and I was spared from giving headaches too!!!lols!!) But this freedom I enjoyed much because I am more capable of serving God with all my heart. I don't need to inform somebody about my whereabouts and what I am going to do next, where I go, what I do, all about the things that I need to do when I have a boyfriend. (sigh)...but what a sigh of relief to be finally free of doing those things. I manage my own life without reporting it and informing all the stuffs I do to somebody (my family is an exemption of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be S-I-N-G-L-E!!!!! A lot of my friends who are in relationship wished that they are single. And how I love to tease them, love to make them envious about how I enjoy much being a single. hahahahahaha!!!!! But of course, I know that someday I will marry. This is not yet the right time. For the meantime, I will enjoy this freedom I have... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the freedom that you enjoy being a single, you have the freedom to expand your horizons when it comes to selection of boys..yeah!!, I MEAN IT!! B-O-Y-S!!! (just proving you am not kidding)... girls, don't settle for anything less!!! don't be desperate to find a cheapskate guy just because you think you're old or this will make you different from your friends. I remember the title of the book I came across when we went to PCBS, &lt;blockquote&gt;"ITS BETTER TO BE SINGLE THAN TO BE MARRIED WITH AN UNSUITABLE PARTNER". Very true!!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm, of course there are suitors around me...they are not too many...but I have a great trouble who will be a blessed guy capable of taming my heart... what are you going to do with a good-for-nothing bastard guy? do you still want him to court you...it's up to you..but me???naa-ahhh!!! a big NO-NO!!! what a waste of time for me...i have six suitors, hehe..i told you they are not many... but all of them are the boyfriend material...they are equally good looking, intelligent, professional, with great sense of humor, and they will make you feel you are loved...i can even select from any of them even I'm blind folded..lols!!! and the six became two...aaah good!!! because these two guys are good to be my husband...they are equally good looking as always...lol!!! intelligent, caring, and most of all, a very much passionate lover of Our Savior. which is my main criteria... and i need to choose one... hahahaha.... i will just allow my Heavenly Dad to choose for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..i don't know what will happen next..But i am greatly enjoying being single....See??? Variations keep you alive....lol!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the great freedom that I really much appreciated and value... More time and more concentration on my Savior Jesus Christ.. He had open so many opportunities for me to be closer to Him... He's the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me.. My past is ugly.. But I'm grateful for it because it leads me to where I am... to the loving presence of my sweet Jesus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-4857702137575865101?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4857702137575865101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=4857702137575865101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/4857702137575865101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/4857702137575865101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/04/confessions-of-single-ladysssshhhhh.html' title='Confessions of a Single Lady..sssshhhhh...'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-5352851313001382791</id><published>2009-04-21T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:35:41.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prince charming'/><title type='text'>A New Perspective of My Ideal Man....(He's Real! Oh my goshhhh!!)</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, i was conditioned that prince charming is existing. He came in a dashing suit. He was perfect any girls dreams. He's good looking, rich, intelligent, and very caring...Until I grew up and asking, is there really a Mr. Right? Or a perfect guy perfect for every woman? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience had taught me that such man can never exist. Not even my ex boyfriends fit on the profile of Mr. Right. I wish he can be like that. But all the more it makes me darn frustrated and disappointed in the end, not wanting to pursue marriage anymore. If marriage will give me hell, i'd prefer to be single forever rather being with a pain-in-the-ass man for the rest of my life. Maybe I'll give it a shot. But I need to be careful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience before made me think that it's just fine for me not to marry. And why not? I'm used to manage my own life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until God has sent me this man unexpectedly. I have my own requirements of my ideal man. Aside from his good character of course, is the way he makes me feel. If he can manage to get my attention the very first time I saw him. He's the kind of guy that will not make me want other men beside me. It's him whom I think 24/7 and he's making me melt like butter every time I think of him. In short, am looking for this kilig factor. Oh! There was a man who made me feel like this..And it fades away...&lt;br /&gt;This emotion is dead a long time ago until a stranger from the internet managed to disrupt my system. I still remember some of my posts about him on this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There’s nothing wrong with Brendan..its my emotions, doin sumthing wrong with me..but how ironic it felt sooo d**** f***** good.!!! There sumthin wrong with mHe!! D**** you Brenddan!!but ur soooooo m****da********* yummy!! Ur simply irressistable..how I wish ur totally a mother******* SON*********** or a good-for-nothing crazy AS*****…not like this!!! Ur sooo sweet..ur soooo thoughtful.. so gentle..so devastatingly handsome, gorgeous, Hot and ohh darn sexy….i cant blame my fellow specie..you can really inspire such wanting…" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I just need to be thankful that im still a normal b****** who happens to feel this way..i felt this a long time ago..wen I was a teenager..i tot no man would ever manage to do what im feeling right now..i tot dis tickling emotions are dead, a long time ago…now I realize that I was wrong…"&lt;br /&gt;(September 12, 2007) (by the way,please bear with my foul languages..am not a Christian yet that time)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how about this from the story I created: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He’s still the same guy she used to know. Handsome as always… He never failed to make her heart melt like butter every time she sees him. He’s the kind of guy who makes her want to look at his face over and over again. He doesn’t know, but she just loves to look at his lovely sparkling eyes that speak innocence in spite of his blatant arrogance. He is strong and full of confidence for himself. There’s just one thing she hates about him—he can read what she feels and he really finds it pleasurable to tease her! Grrrr… ..oh my! Is she that obvious???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..I can't help but laugh. But I realize how childish my wishes are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that finding an ideal man is not all about feelings. Because I met this ideal man with the opposite feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this man is really different from all of them. I used to ignore him before. I consider him a friend. I really don't think about him. And most of all, I really don't take much time and effort to communicate with him.....But I tell you, he is the embodiment of my fantasy. I've seen my ideal man. The Mr. Right for me...&lt;br /&gt;But how????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-5352851313001382791?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5352851313001382791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=5352851313001382791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/5352851313001382791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/5352851313001382791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-perspective-of-my-ideal-manhes-real.html' title='A New Perspective of My Ideal Man....(He&apos;s Real! Oh my goshhhh!!)'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-5192655602917861670</id><published>2009-02-26T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:42:10.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love is Powerful Enough to Change Us</title><content type='html'>They say that when you’re in love with someone, your life will never be the same. Everything is bright. Everything that you’re doing has a direction. You’re life is full of meaning. And when the going gets tough, you still have the energy to keep pushing until you finally overcome. In spite of the storm, you will learn to smile and shove away the burdens just a thought of that special someone that keeps you alive inside. Oh, how romantic isn’t it? And most of all, you never thought that you will become a better person you never imagined you’re capable of becoming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February is now approaching and I can feel the big L is in the air. I’m not really a sentimental type neither of person nor into those mushy stuffs. This ain’t my type of personality. But that doesn’t mean I’m stone-hearted, far from that! In spite of my dominance, I still can’t hide my tenderness. I can’t help but show my concern and my longing to be with a person. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You know that you are really in love when you know you are willing to give everything that you have. You are willing to give up all the things that are not pleasant for your loved one. No matter how hard it is, you’re willing to take the risk and pay the price even if it’s causing you to die inside. You really can’t love without getting your clothes torn or your halo askew, but this big thing that keeps pumping on your blood, its all worth the effort!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fall in love, I gave up everything. Personal ambition, my selfish needs, my own gratification. I even give up the need to be independent and in-control of my life. I used to hate my old self that keeps on hunting me like a nightmare. It cuts my heart with double-edged knife every time I look at her. &lt;blockquote&gt;But I don’t bother anymore because Someone is loving me more than I hate myself. &lt;/blockquote&gt;I can’t explain the mystery of love. All I know, it is powerful enough to change me and became a person I never thought I could be. It was Him. And He’s worth all my love that I have for Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-5192655602917861670?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5192655602917861670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=5192655602917861670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/5192655602917861670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/5192655602917861670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-powerful-enough-to-change-us.html' title='Love is Powerful Enough to Change Us'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-1440597521125059277</id><published>2008-08-20T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T04:41:27.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell to my popsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;font=tahoma&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a couple of weeks ago when the Beijing Olympics had started and officially opened. August 8, 2008.. This is now a historical date on the sports world. This is the most awaited and anticipated date for everyone who wanted to witness the olympics. I myself get excited too in spite that I am having an SEO training. But this date and event is surely unforgettable for  me and my family not because of this event. This is the day when my father died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was August 8 2008 when my dad finally surrender his life to the Lord. It was painful...My dad is gone whom I used to call popsy. It's the only me who called him like that. Gone is the father that I used to know. My papa, my popsy, the man of my life is gone.. I am on the process of adjusting and accepting that he's with the Lord now.. I'm so sad.. all the memories are coming back from childhood until now. I'm his princess and he is the prince of my life. He's the reason why I stayed in Legaspi instead of giving myself a break with a promising job in Manila. I know it's just a piece of cake for me! But I reject the opportunity for him. I never regret it. It was worth it that I choose to spend my time with the last days of his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will surely miss you popsy sooooooooo much... I love you my popsypops!! I know you know it.. But i know i can never replace the kind of love that you have for me. You reject the opportnuties abroad just to take good care of me. I know I'm d apple of your eye. I can never imagine the things you've done for me nor the things you sacrifice for me and for my brothers and sisters, but I thank the Lord for giving you to us. You're irreplaceable in our hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I are on the process of moving on... I still can't help myself to cry at night but I know that God is with me through every details of my pain. I know He's there, giving me comfort and the strength that I need. I thank God for He allow us to show to him how much we love him. I thank God for giving me a father like him. so caring and loving for me.. A father who loves to cook meal for me every time I take off to work.. A father who is sweet, funny, and thoughtful... Thank You Lord he is my dad.. I know that he is resting now and is happy now with the Lord...&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/374408011032773883-1440597521125059277?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1440597521125059277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=1440597521125059277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/1440597521125059277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/1440597521125059277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2008/08/farewell-to-my-popsy.html' title='farewell to my popsy'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-7728092324989198785</id><published>2008-06-12T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:53:26.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who never get tired?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The past few months was too exhausting on me.. I badly need to work while my body and health is compromised.. I have to admit its my fault because I neglect my health.. I became exhausted, mu mind, my body, and my soul.. I really messed up! I made things worse and complicated... in short.. I AM TIRED.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;but on the midst of my trouble, all of my exhaustion, i realize that there is Someone who never gets tired of caring and loving you... when we have problems, it's a blessing that you have frends who you can trust and lean.. It's comforting that there are people who you can show your weaker side.. but there is nothing more intimate than to share your deepest hurts and burdens to Someone who is much nearer than your friends... who loves you more than your frends can ever show you.. who loves you just the same even you neglect Him so many times... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He never gets tired... He's the only one who will never ever get tired of loving me in spite of my ugliness, weaknesses, failures, discouragement,....all of me... in the midst of my dark and lonely journey, He's there, pouring me with LOVE and COMFORT... I know that He's there to carry me when I need it... Jesus is the best friend I've ever had.. He's always there to lift me up, wipe away my tears, and carr the burdens I have.. When I get tired...I just remember that I have someone who never get tired of LOVING ME.. it's JESUS.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-7728092324989198785?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7728092324989198785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=7728092324989198785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7728092324989198785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7728092324989198785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-never-get-tired.html' title='who never get tired?????'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-1821472822865140487</id><published>2008-05-11T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T18:20:30.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conversation of a child and a Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is my prayer for You my Father, Jesus, Oh Lord&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Oh how I need You Lord&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are my Only HOPE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re my ONLY PLAN&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I will wait for You&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To come and rescue me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Come and Give me Light &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where Am I goin Lord God, if I wake up this morning and You’re not by my side? The personal Father whom I know but knew me very well before I was conceived on my mother’s womb and exists here on earth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I sing :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I worship You Father of Light&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spirit of Truth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I worship You&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus we call on You&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re more than enough for me.. How happy I am to know that You’re everything to me but can give more than I need… The happiness that I felt can’t contain inside my heart..Please make my heart big..Expand it.. So I may know how to share it..to SHARE YOU to many people… I still keep on sinning, but You taught me to ask forgiveness.. You taught my that Your forgiveness is inexhaustible and unlimited… You’re not like us who get tire to pardon someone who keeps on hurting us over and over again… You taught me to be patient on myself with others just how You are patient with me..You taught me that every time I stumble, I must learn to stand up again, don’t look back, and keep goin, goin, goin,…life’s like that.. it isn’t easy as what I think &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;but as you go along with your journey, you will realize the value of life that I designed only for you… Come with me, and you will not regret a single day of your risks and sacrifices.. I teach you not only to overcome your temptations but I am also teaching you to have faith on &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Me.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; I will never let you go..I’m not asking you to be perfect overnight.. Just trust on Me my dear child..I am holding You in my arms now, there’s nothing more to fear… Enjoy the life that I gave you..there’s more to expect, there’s more to ask..All you need to do is to TRUST ME for I am always with you..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your wonderful loving personal Father, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You always make me cry my Father..I can’t say anything.. Thank YOU? Yeah Thank You but there’s more my heart can’t express… Thank You so muchhhh….. I love You Lord… Thank you so much… This is my prayer, in your Holy Son Jesus name, AMEN. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-1821472822865140487?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1821472822865140487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=1821472822865140487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/1821472822865140487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/1821472822865140487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2008/05/conversation-of-child-and-father.html' title='conversation of a child and a Father'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-7351520326261646532</id><published>2008-04-17T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T04:10:48.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose of everything----</title><content type='html'>For those who believe in purpose, even the most nonsense and most absurd events are also the source of something good.. out of boredom and laziness and losing my intellectual stimulation to create good thoughts, i was able to create a prayer.. yeah.. my prayer didn't automatically produce quick solution but nevertheless, i think this prayer helps me a lot to finish my work amidst all consequences..jeeeeezzzz i have to!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is my prayer..it simply reveals that in everything you do, God is the only Way for whatever problems you are facing though He will not respond the way how this trouble be solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I can’t write Lord god. It is only You whom I think today. I don’t want to waste my time for unpleasant and unworthy thoughts. You have blessed me soooooooooo much.. I wanted to give it back to You.. I don’t know how I feel except of anxiousness.. Lord God I ask You to remove my unworthy thoughts. For I know it will later dictate my destiny. Lord God help me to focus on Your work. Yeah, with the help of technology I was able to spread Your love in different ways.. Help me Lord God to battle all this fear to serve You..Help me to focus on You alone and not on the works of evil. I let this be my prayer for this moment. I can’t produce a good article for my work. You told me to face and overcome my fear. I will overcome the fear of going to hell because I am Yours. Teach me Lord God to believe in myself as I firmly believe in You.. Teach me to fight.. Teach me to bring myself on truth for I trust no one but You alone… Father forgive me for I cannot help but cry for Your mercy.. Forgive me for being sooo weak to fight… Just give me strength Lord God.. I know You’re always there.. Let me remind Myself that You’re the provider of everything.. I doubt myself but help me overcome this.. This is my prayer in the Holy Name of Your Mighty Son Jesus, AMEN… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I was still able to post this entry is because I am done with mah work..jeezzz..thanks and i praise and glorify God for that...see? everything happens for a purpose..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-7351520326261646532?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7351520326261646532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=7351520326261646532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7351520326261646532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7351520326261646532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2008/04/purpose-of-everything.html' title='Purpose of everything----'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-7406932045680831643</id><published>2008-04-16T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:07:41.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERCOMING FEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;This is my theme of the month. Overcoming the things i feared. This is because it is like a self-imposed prison that limits your freedom from exhausting your life to the fullest. I am busy finishing my friggin backlogs but this is my way to release my stress. The past months we're not quite good for me. I have suffered crisis and numerous persecutions. But God is good! I know He never abandoned me. I know when I suffered, He knew everything how i felt. But now, God wants me to face my FEAR... This is the right time to do it. That's the significance of the book Destination Success i bought because of depression. The author talks about overcoming and facing fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Overcoming your fear is the beginning of WISDOM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;his is&lt;/span&gt; the very first quote i remembered when he discussed about fear. The past few years I keep on running from them. But I realize how wrong I am. To overcome your fear, you must into them, not run away from them. You might say this is easier said than done. But with persistence and determination to overcome your shadow, you can. I experience a lot of struggles. I'm still on the process of overcoming my fear and this is not done overnight. It will need serious hard work. And if you cling to God, He will anchor you on your journey. I still stumble, but nevertheless I persevere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Just like what David did to Goliath. He ran toward the fierce giant instead of running away from it. I guess all of us has Goliath in our hearts. What are they? If you know you fear something but don't know what it is, you're in deep trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;For me, overcoming fear is not the beginning of wisdom, but freedom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-7406932045680831643?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7406932045680831643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=7406932045680831643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7406932045680831643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7406932045680831643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2008/04/overcoming-fear.html' title='OVERCOMING FEAR'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-3204653170163586374</id><published>2008-03-13T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:38:14.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELL IS REAL'/><title type='text'>the UnBEARABLE TRUTHS ABOUT HELL</title><content type='html'>I spent almost two days of terror after I watched the documentary film entitled Hell is Real.. This is a three disc documentary film that revealed the thing "HELL" is really existing.. I only watched the last part for more than an hour.. I anticipated that watching this will not be easy for me.. I felt the burden of the pastor to share it with others..this is not going to be easy.. So am I. But i felt the big responsibility to share it with so many people.. And it is not easy for me to write it hir.. but it needs to be now...I will only share to you what I have learned and found out..&lt;br /&gt;I really believe there is really hell, but the revealing truths were almost unimaginable for me..I never thought this kind of place really exists.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL is the place where souls are tortured..for eternity...you can imagine all the kinds of sufferings here on earth..now, multiply it by so many times, you can even use the 7 digit numbers, multiply it on its square root.. and that was HELL.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LAKES and WELLS of FIRE... 12 feet long WORM that NEVER DIES..these are the things that you can found in hell, endlessly torturing you in the most unimaginable and painful way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;now who are these people? don't even think that God wanted this to happen. He wanted all of us to be saved that's why He sent Jesus for us. Those people who don't simply ignore God.. Those people who have called million times but didn't even bothered to respond.. and they keep on saying, "I will serve you God, but not today..I will devote my time for you TOMORROW". What if this tomorrow never comes? No matter what we do, when we die, that was all useless..Who else? Those who never bothered to repent on their sins..Those who are happy and take mindless pleasures of committing sins over and over again.. Those who only live to satisfy themselves... Those who only devote their time in money making and never wanted to share it the less fortunate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are still alive, there is hope.. This means that God is still giving us a chance to go back to Him, serve Him, and offer our life to Him... If we trust God, we don't need to be afraid.. This revelation is a clear message from God that He loves us so much and He wanted us to know the truth..&lt;br /&gt;The message of Salvation through Jesus Christ is the truth.. Christ did his majo part. All we need to do is accept the fact the Jesus Christ is our Saviour and Redeemer. No one is destined to go to hell. If we are, then it's our choice!&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves us more than we ever imagined and ever needed. That is why He already paid the price for us. Faith in the name of Jesus Christ is the only way to salvation..If you still don't believe Him, the fact that you are still alive is a clear message that He is reaching out for you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-3204653170163586374?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3204653170163586374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=3204653170163586374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3204653170163586374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3204653170163586374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2008/03/unbearable-truths-about-hell.html' title='the UnBEARABLE TRUTHS ABOUT HELL'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-2528096231952814491</id><published>2008-03-06T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:27:16.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im sooo pissed off i found myself buying a good book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;so many things have happened to me that past few days. so many tangled emotions that i tried to vanquish with so many alternatives that might later make me well... watching movie, writing a journal, listening to some blood pumping and hell-raising music, dancing, eating, and now, buying a good book..i don't know im sooo depressed and im such a real mess big time! well this book, the title was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Destination Success by Dwight Bain&lt;/span&gt;.. This is one of my fave books way back in college..this is the only change i get to buy this book..out of depression.. i know there's something in it.. i can't produce good quality articles because I am soo distracted and disturbed... my life is at stake a couple of days ago.. i hope i will be safe now that i moved to another boarding house... i still have a friggin jetlag since i saw that thief sneaking on our room... good for me if i didn't have a clear image of that guy.. hmm, he's ugly...that enough to steal away my sweet sleep (goodness gracious!)..so before i found out myself cut into pieces, its better to move another safe place to find a home.. is this a part of adjustment? i've been living on my former boarding house for almost two years.. this was my first time to move out.. damn that monster bastard! well life's like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;i was hoping that things will be better this week. i hope i can improve my work..and i hope that this book can help me..of course i gotta read this first. maybe this weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;self-sabotage ..is the worst part of me.. bad things can be good things... that's according to the book i just bought few minutes ago.. makes sense... but i need to go back to work now...&lt;/span&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/374408011032773883-2528096231952814491?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2528096231952814491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=2528096231952814491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/2528096231952814491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/2528096231952814491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-sooo-pissed-off-i-found-myself.html' title='im sooo pissed off i found myself buying a good book!'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-3672286565479901403</id><published>2008-02-22T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T02:41:57.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fasting continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;well nothing much to say.. for the sake of putting an entry here.. its more than two since i started it..the first few days was soooo hard and difficult. i even experience dizziness, hungry and i felt week. but after few more days, not eating rice at night are no longer difficult.. im gradually losing weight.. but something is lacking..my relationship with God is not really progressing.. i need to work on it... my fasting is useless if I didn't renew my relationship with the Creator.. but everything I do, I dedicate it to him...i sometimes give myself chance to eat with what i really want..but more on less i can now discipline myself little by little..baby steps..slowly but surely..i need focus on Him, just like i am focusing on my weak points as a writer..thats what fasting is all about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-3672286565479901403?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3672286565479901403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=3672286565479901403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3672286565479901403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3672286565479901403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2008/02/fasting-continues.html' title='fasting continues'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-2276755125692731460</id><published>2008-02-07T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T17:43:07.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 DAYS OF PRAYER AND FASTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R6uzXoaXtXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qjJ5zgwwe4A/s1600-h/crucifix+edited.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R6uzXoaXtXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qjJ5zgwwe4A/s320/crucifix+edited.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164418616276792690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;So much has happened to me lately.. But the last thing that brings more significance to me is the fast approach of Lenten Season. When we go to church that was the homily was all about. Its time for fasting again.. I don’t normally do it except that I don’t eat meat during Friday and during the holy week.. Lenten season is very normal for me.. Nothing much happen spiritually.. Yeah I prayed but it was an obligation for me. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This time I am taking fasting seriously for spiritual purposes and to grow closer to God. I started it last Monday and this would be my fifth day.. I am fasting for rice, I only eat once a day. For people who may find that easy, you don’t normally call it fasting. Eating rice for me is a big deal because I can’t live without it. Even I am loaded with other foods my appetite to eat will not yet slow down until I eat rice. That is why I don’t normally take snacks, I can survive without it.. But without rice??? Naaaaaahhhhh!!!!! I can’t live without it.. I can survive without eating other foods but not rice for crying out loud!! This is very true when I say it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But for God I will do this. Yesterday I felt to dizzy and felt sooo weak.. I take snacks but for the past few days I cut back my rice intake. Oh I remember! I even fast for coffee. I have a tumbler big enough to be a pitcher. My coffee intake goes more than one liter a day! (I hope I was exaggerating but I’m not!). Then I go for oatmeal during dinner time and that was very very difficult for me.. I still try to obey my hunger but I avoid trying to eat rice. During night time I felt hungry because I know oatmeal would not be enough for me…Not just that! My stomachs really aching.. Ouch!! But have to endure it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am still on the crucial adjustment period. But with God I know its gonna be worth it.. I don’t know.. I am true when I say that I am taking my relationship with God more seriously than before. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That is why I take courage to do the fasting most specially on rice and coffee.. These are the two things I can’t live without.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fasting can be done in so many ways. But first, begin it with the desire to grow closer to God and He will help you overcome the desires of your flesh. I am not in the authority to say this, only my experience can attest to that. Always ask assistance and guidance to Him. You know that everything is possible with Him.. And now, I am continuously praying for the courage to continue what I’ve started. For now I cannot tell the results but I know that God recognizes it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-2276755125692731460?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2276755125692731460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=2276755125692731460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/2276755125692731460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/2276755125692731460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2008/02/40-days-of-prayer-and-fasting.html' title='40 DAYS OF PRAYER AND FASTING'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R6uzXoaXtXI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qjJ5zgwwe4A/s72-c/crucifix+edited.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-8094046952334187506</id><published>2008-01-25T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T03:00:55.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iT  FEELS GOOD TO BE YOUNG!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R5nBA4aXtWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WIxtAfRBJdk/s1600-h/thinkingofu_2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R5nBA4aXtWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WIxtAfRBJdk/s320/thinkingofu_2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159367069016765794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;i'm always young at heart..but not what I used to think... my soul has been refreshed today in a different way..i don't know..maybe i am thinking too much of my age..they say that as you grow old, your energy is inclined to slow down...but ironically, this is not what happening to me... i don't know.. i was renewed and my soul has regained new energy... do you know how it feels go back on your age 10 years younger? i am still acting like a child but the feeling is quite different....wew!!! and what an energy!!! my age? oh!forget about it!! i doesn't show on my physical looks even the way i dress..haha!! i still look like a teenager... right now, i literally feel like a fourteen year old gurl about to bloom.. its because of the song performed by The Click Five. The title is "Time Machine" and the lyrics goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Time Machine"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Oh what mess&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've got the best of my heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It broke and now it's just a joke&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're moving right along&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here and you're gone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what shame&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I didnt mean for the winds to change&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't ever be the same&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the kisses that you blew&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could never ever move&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I need some time by myself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Without anybody else&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just need to unwind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In my time machine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to go far away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A few years back would be ok&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just need to unwind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my time machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hey you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya i'm talking to you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lost the love in bed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's just dead&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it didn't mean a thing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a ring&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey it's a game&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ain't it a shame that it's just a show&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that this was love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't be fooled again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cryin' out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't give in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things that we could change&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(things that we could change)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we'll never be the same&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;By Myself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need anybody else&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to unwind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my time machine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my time machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;hahahaha!!i can't help but laugh my ass off!! how this song can significantly feel this way!!i really feel like moving freely and dance stangely as long as i want..inside our hearts are souls with deep desires to be a child again because we are tired to think about the harsh of life can offer...i realized that sometimes, for a while, i need to give up being a grown up mature person and move wildly..breathing the life,,,taking the advantage of this exhaustible strength the force of the life can provide...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i am undergoing the process of regression..14 years old..10 years ago..that was indeed a sign of regression..lol!!but it feels good to be one..to go back on my teenage self..just happy and uninhibited...full of vibrant energy...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wanna take plunge..give up the authourity and privilege that i am taking charge and take full responsibility of my life...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wanna forget how far iv'e grown..what are the thing i already achieved..just wanna be a teenager, a little child once again...&lt;br /&gt;it feels good...to bring back the kind of stength thta you have when you were on your younger years..it feels good to feel like a little gurl by heart...by soul..my sould is regaining that kind on stength..its soo strange but its happening.....&lt;br /&gt;i know the reason behind this and i wanna thank Him for making me feel this way..i will never forget this wonderful gift, this mysterious miracle...&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/374408011032773883-8094046952334187506?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8094046952334187506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=8094046952334187506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/8094046952334187506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/8094046952334187506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-feels-good-to-be-young.html' title='iT  FEELS GOOD TO BE YOUNG!!!!!!'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R5nBA4aXtWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WIxtAfRBJdk/s72-c/thinkingofu_2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-3284572000105773169</id><published>2008-01-24T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T02:32:55.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nOthing mUch exCepT.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R5hpJIaXtTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BxKiXPXFaMs/s1600-h/life+kitty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R5hpJIaXtTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BxKiXPXFaMs/s320/life+kitty.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158988978750731570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..i miss blogging lately..but not really writing because I am so busy with other stuffs..nothing much new to me except of my new haircut..im still d same old sassy fun to be with crazy smart ass gal who have ups and downs.. the past few days are filled with excitement and adventure...yeah i still feel depression but not much as compared with the past few months..i am in love..not with some dorks that you're thinking.. i am in love with the kind of life im living though sometimes i feel depressed, downhearted, and sometimes, empty..but nevertheless i bounce back from normal, being simply contented with the kind of life i have.. i am generally happy and contented as my spirituality keeps on growing..hmmm..whats my new stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much..my fondness on emo songs are strongly increasing..but i also felt an addiction towards rock christian music...thanks to my workmate hir and brother...my playlist is filled with christian music....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my new outfit???!!lol!! only for this day i think.. but i promised it to myself.. i wanna give myself a try..but im still thinking about since i am not that comfortable.. but nevertheless i am happy with these "changes"..lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep on learning..i still love life though im a bit disturbed that is why I am playing emo songs on my media player to scream for me...grrrr.. i am pissed the past few days because of a good-for-nothing son-of-a-bitch asshole..but hell!!! i would say that i could kiss my ass for saying he's still the luckiest bastard on this side of the planet..d irony but the cold truth stabs like a double edge knife on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!a bastard..sonofabitch..asshole..lucky piece of shit!!..but he is still lucky...well well well...&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a damn... how come the insignificant creature will have a place on this blog? naaahhh!!!well, at least i am giving a space for myself to be completely stupid and dumb-sucking idiot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wew....well..life must go on...i don't know if i hate him until now..i just want him to get rid out of my system royally...i know it has a purpose..(like this fucking entry!!) ..i just dnt know yet..wow!!exercising the power to choose and positive perspective..i am in charge of my life..i thank my Mighty Creator for being there for me.. oweiz..for loving the hell out of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but generally I am happy w my life..problem? naahh!!it shouldn't stop me from enjoying my meaningful life..problem is a part of it and im embracing my troubles with arms wide open..under the sunlight..welcome to my life!!(hahahaha3!!) now thats life!!we have problems but we just have to shrug them off..deal with the constructively and creatively.... you need it to make you a better person...sometimes it feels good to be an idiot..when you remember them, you can simply laugh them off and feel good about it later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they may say life sucks!but who cares??life is life.. im living it..savoring every moment of my existence..lol!!just enjoy..take a plunge while you have the chances to breathe...&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/374408011032773883-3284572000105773169?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3284572000105773169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=3284572000105773169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3284572000105773169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3284572000105773169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2008/01/nothing-much-except.html' title='nOthing mUch exCepT.............'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R5hpJIaXtTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BxKiXPXFaMs/s72-c/life+kitty.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-1088067457285295287</id><published>2008-01-15T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:15:19.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COGNITIVE ERRORS AND POSTIVE ATTITUDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m on the mood to write since yesterday. I’m glad I am bringing back my concentration after few months of destruction. I have to admit that I’m occasionally depressed but I am cleverer to handle it. My roommate is right al along when she told me that you are the ones making yourself miserable. Yeah I completely agree with her. It’s what we call cognitive errors in psychology. And I was listening in ok fm awhile ago before hauling my ass on the work. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Few of them reminds me about having the positive perspective in ramdom order. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you are broken-hearted, this means that you can love selflessly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you pay taxes, this means you are unemployed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When your house is dirty after the party, this means that you have friends to celebrate&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you receive many txt messages, this means that you are well-remembered&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess the positive attitude has deepest impact for me. I am in control of my life. I should not depend myself to anybody when I can choose how will I respond to a situation. Well this doesn’t necessarily mean that I am exempted from having emotional disequilibrium. Wow! Psyche jargons again! lol! Yeah I am still vulnerable from pain but it’s all up to me if I will dwell on my adversaries deeply. Sometimes it’s me who really hurt me and not anyone. Although some people intentionally hurt other people. How? I’ve listed some of the cognitive errors I search in wikipedia: They are causing toxic personality that might be detrimental on our personality disposition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R41nEc4jDXI/AAAAAAAAADw/PEkqYAUjtJ0/s1600-h/toxic+personality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R41nEc4jDXI/AAAAAAAAADw/PEkqYAUjtJ0/s320/toxic+personality.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155890474579594610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Decision-making and behavioral biases&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Many of these biases are studied for how they affect belief formation and business decisions and scientific research&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Bandwagon effect — the tendency to do (or believe) things because many other people do (or believe) the same. Related to groupthink, herd behaviour, and manias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Base rate fallacy — ignoring available statistical data in favor of particulars&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Bias blind spot — the tendency not to compensate for one's own cognitive biases.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Choice-supportive bias — the tendency to remember one's choices as better than they actually were.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Confirmation bias — the tendency to search for or interpret information in a way that confirms one's preconceptions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Congruence bias — the tendency to test hypotheses exclusively through direct testing, in contrast to tests of possible alternative hypotheses.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Contrast effect — the enhancement or diminishment of a weight or other measurement when compared with recently observed contrasting object.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Déformation professionnelle — the tendency to look at things according to the conventions of one's own profession, forgetting any broader point of view.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Distinction bias - the tendency to view two options as more dissimilar when evaluating them simultaneously than when evaluating them separately.[1]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Endowment effect — "the fact that people often demand much more to give up an object than they would be willing to pay to acquire it".[2]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Extreme aversion — the tendency to avoid extremes, being more likely to choose an option if it is the intermediate choice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Focusing effect — prediction bias occurring when people place too much importance on one aspect of an event; causes error in accurately predicting the utility of a future outcome.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Framing — by using a too narrow approach or description of the situation or issue. Also framing effect — drawing different conclusions based on how data are presented.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Hyperbolic discounting — the tendency for people to have a stronger preference for more immediate payoffs relative to later payoffs, the closer to the present both payoffs are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Illusion of control — the tendency for human beings to believe they can control or at least influence outcomes that they clearly cannot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Impact bias — the tendency for people to overestimate the length or the intensity of the impact of future feeling states.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Information bias — the tendency to seek information even when it cannot affect action.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Irrational escalation — the tendency to make irrational decisions based upon rational decisions in the past or to justify actions already taken.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Loss aversion — "the disutility of giving up an object is greater than the utility associated with acquiring it".[3] (see also sunk cost effects and Endowment effect).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Mere exposure effect — the tendency for people to express undue liking for things merely because they are familiar with them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Moral credential effect — the tendency of a track record of non-prejudice to increase subsequent prejudice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Need for closure — the need to reach a verdict in important matters; to have an answer and to escape the feeling of doubt and uncertainty. The personal context (time or social pressure) might increase this bias.[4]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Neglect of probability — the tendency to completely disregard probability when making a decision under uncertainty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Omission bias — The tendency to judge harmful actions as worse, or less moral, than equally harmful omissions (inactions).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Outcome bias — the tendency to judge a decision by its eventual outcome instead of based on the quality of the decision at the time it was made.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Planning fallacy — the tendency to underestimate task-completion times.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Post-purchase rationalization — the tendency to persuade oneself through rational argument that a purchase was a good value.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Pseudocertainty effect — the tendency to make risk-averse choices if the expected outcome is positive, but make risk-seeking choices to avoid negative outcomes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Reactance — the urge to do the opposite of what someone wants you to do out of a need to resist a perceived attempt to constrain your freedom of choice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Selective perception — the tendency for expectations to affect perception.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Status quo bias — the tendency for people to like things to stay relatively the same (see also Loss aversion and Endowment effect).[5]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Unit bias — the tendency to want to finish a given unit of a task or an item with strong effects on the consumption of food in particular&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Von Restorff effect — the tendency for an item that "stands out like a sore thumb" to be more likely to be remembered than other items.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Zero-risk bias — preference for reducing a small risk to zero over a greater reduction in a larger risk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Biases in probability and belief&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Many of these biases are often studied for how they affect business and economic decisions and how they affect experimental research.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Ambiguity effect — the avoidance of options for which missing information makes the probability seem "unknown".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Anchoring — the tendency to rely too heavily, or "anchor," on a past reference or on one trait or piece of information when making decisions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Attentional bias — neglect of relevant data when making judgments of a correlation or association.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Availability heuristic — estimating what is more likely by what is more available in memory, which is biased toward vivid, unusual, or emotionally charged examples.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Availability cascade - a self-reinforcing process in which a collective belief gains more and more plausibility through its increasing repetition in public discourse (or "repeat something long enough and it will become true").&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Clustering illusion — the tendency to see patterns where actually none exist.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Conjunction fallacy — the tendency to assume that specific conditions are more probable than general ones.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Gambler's fallacy — the tendency to assume that individual random events are influenced by previous random events. For example, "I've flipped heads with this coin five times consecutively, so the chance of tails coming out on the sixth flip is much greater than heads."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hawthorne&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; effect — refers to a phenomenon which is thought to occur when people observed during a research study temporarily change their behavior or performance (this can also be referred to as demand characteristics).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Hindsight bias — sometimes called the "I-knew-it-all-along" effect, the inclination to see past events as being predictable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Illusory correlation — beliefs that inaccurately suppose a relationship between a certain type of action and an effect.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Ludic fallacy — the analysis of chance related problems with the narrow frame of games. Ignoring the complexity of reality, and the non-gaussian distribution of many things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Neglect of prior base rates effect — the tendency to neglect known odds when reevaluating odds in light of weak evidence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Observer-expectancy effect — when a researcher expects a given result and therefore unconsciously manipulates an experiment or misinterprets data in order to find it (see also subject-expectancy effect).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Optimism bias — the systematic tendency to be over-optimistic about the outcome of planned actions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Overconfidence effect — the tendency to overestimate one's own abilities.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Positive outcome bias — a tendency in prediction to overestimate the probability of good things happening to them (see also wishful thinking, optimism bias and valence effect).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Primacy effect — the tendency to weigh initial events more than subsequent events.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Recency effect — the tendency to weigh recent events more than earlier events (see also peak-end rule).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Regression toward the mean disregarded — the tendency to expect extreme performance to continue.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Reminiscence bump — the effect that people tend to recall more personal events from adolescence and early adulthood than from other lifetime periods.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Rosy retrospection — the tendency to rate past events more positively than they had actually rated them when the event occurred.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Stereotyping — expecting a member of a group to have certain characteristics without having actual information about that individual.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Subadditivity effect — the tendency to judge probability of the whole to be less than the probabilities of the parts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Subjective validation - perception that something is true if a subject's belief demands it to be true. Also assigns perceived connections between coincidences.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Telescoping effect — the effect that recent events appear to have occurred more remotely and remote events appear to have occurred more recently.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; sharpshooter fallacy — the fallacy of selecting or adjusting a hypothesis after the data is collected, making it impossible to test the hypothesis fairly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Social biases&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Most of these biases are labeled as attributional biases.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Actor-observer bias — the tendency for explanations of other individuals' behaviors to overemphasize the influence of their personality and underemphasize the influence of their situation (see also fundamental attribution error). However, this is coupled with the opposite tendency for the self in that explanations for our own behaviors overemphasize the influence of our situation and underemphasize the influence of our own personality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Dunning-Kruger effect — "...when people are incompetent in the strategies they adopt to achieve success and satisfaction, they suffer a dual burden: Not only do they reach erroneous conclusions and make unfortunate choices, but their incompetence robs them of the ability to realize it. Instead, ...they are left with the mistaken impression that they are doing just fine."[6](see also &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Wobegon&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; effect, and overconfidence effect).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Egocentric bias — occurs when people claim more responsibility for themselves for the results of a joint action than an outside observer would.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Forer effect (aka Barnum Effect) — the tendency to give high accuracy ratings to descriptions of their personality that supposedly are tailored specifically for them, but are in fact vague and general enough to apply to a wide range of people. For example, horoscopes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* False consensus effect — the tendency for people to overestimate the degree to which others agree with them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Fundamental attribution error — the tendency for people to over-emphasize personality-based explanations for behaviors observed in others while under-emphasizing the role and power of situational influences on the same behavior (see also actor-observer bias, group attribution error, positivity effect, and negativity effect).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Halo effect — the tendency for a person's positive or negative traits to "spill over" from one area of their personality to another in others' perceptions of them (see also physical attractiveness stereotype).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Herd instinct — Common tendency to adopt the opinions and follow the behaviors of the majority to feel safer and to avoid conflict.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Illusion of asymmetric insight — people perceive their knowledge of their peers to surpass their peers' knowledge of them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Illusion of transparency — people overestimate others' ability to know them, and they also overestimate their ability to know others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Ingroup bias — the tendency for people to give preferential treatment to others they perceive to be members of their own groups.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Just-world phenomenon — the tendency for people to believe that the world is "just" and therefore people "get what they deserve."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Wobegon&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; effect — the human tendency to report flattering beliefs about oneself and believe that one is above average (see also worse-than-average effect, and overconfidence effect).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Notational bias — a form of cultural bias in which a notation induces the appearance of a nonexistent natural law.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Outgroup homogeneity bias — individuals see members of their own group as being relatively more varied than members of other groups.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Projection bias — the tendency to unconsciously assume that others share the same or similar thoughts, beliefs, values, or positions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Self-serving bias — the tendency to claim more responsibility for successes than failures. It may also manifest itself as a tendency for people to evaluate ambiguous information in a way beneficial to their interests (see also group-serving bias).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Self-fulfilling prophecy — the tendency to engage in behaviors that elicit results which will (consciously or not) confirm our beliefs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* System justification — the tendency to defend and bolster the status quo, i.e. existing social, economic, and political arrangements tend to be preferred, and alternatives disparaged sometimes even at the expense of individual and collective self-interest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Trait ascription bias — the tendency for people to view themselves as relatively variable in terms of personality, behavior and mood while viewing others as much more predictable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Memory errors&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Further information: Memory bias&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Beneffectance: perceiving oneself as responsible for desirable outcomes but not responsible for undesirable ones. (Term coined by Greenwald (1980))&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Consistency bias: incorrectly remembering one's past attitudes and behaviour as resembling present attitudes and behaviour.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Cryptomnesia: a form of misattribution where a memory is mistaken for imagination.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Egocentric bias: recalling the past in a self-serving manner, e.g. remembering one's exam grades as being better than they were, or remembering a caught fish as being bigger than it was&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* False memory&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Hindsight bias: filtering memory of past events through present knowledge, so that those events look more predictable than they actually were; also known as the 'I-knew-it-all-along effect'.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Suggestibility: a form of misattribution where ideas suggested by a questioner are mistaken for memory.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Common theoretical causes of some cognitive biases&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Attribution theory, especially:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;o Salience&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Cognitive dissonance, and related:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;o Impression management&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;o Self-perception theory&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Heuristics, including:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;o Availability heuristic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;o Representativeness heuristic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;* Adaptive Bias&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;See? Our minds are powerful to destroy us. Why can’t we use its power to bring us prosperity, growth, and happiness instead of destruction? I keep on asking this on myself. We feel more whole the more we are trying to bleed ourselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-1088067457285295287?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1088067457285295287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=1088067457285295287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/1088067457285295287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/1088067457285295287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2008/01/cognitive-errors-and-postive-attitude.html' title='COGNITIVE ERRORS AND POSTIVE ATTITUDE'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R41nEc4jDXI/AAAAAAAAADw/PEkqYAUjtJ0/s72-c/toxic+personality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-2778947174101200955</id><published>2008-01-05T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T02:20:24.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Celebration of Gratefulness and Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It’s my 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; year of my existence, a day when God gave life on my human flesh. I promised to myself that I will be happy no matter what happen. And I will ask nothing but t be more grateful and thankful for the thousands of blessings I have received and continuously receiving until now. God is so good! I never expected of countless greetings I received today its enough for me that they remember my special day. It’s enough for me to realize that I am truly blessed and loved by God. I am overwhelmed with this happiness it is outpouring the space of my heart. I wanted to cry because I cannot contain this joy. It badly needs to be shared. I need to tell those people who have touched my life in so many ways. I know, I owe it to them. They need to know it. But most of all, I wanted to let God know how I deeply value the gift of life He has given to me. I may run out of words to express the kind of gratefulness I am feeling right now but never will I forget it made a significant impact on my life. I know at this very moment, my life will never be the same.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I want to return these blessings. I’m asking my Lord what does He want me to do for Him? I can’t answer that right away. He will reveal it to me through His words in scriptures, through people that I deal with everyday, or through my daily experience. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now this is the start to discern in connection with this wonderful celebration. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-2778947174101200955?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2778947174101200955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=2778947174101200955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/2778947174101200955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/2778947174101200955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2008/01/celebration-of-gratefulness-and.html' title='A Celebration of Gratefulness and Thankfulness'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-3493132208678178816</id><published>2007-12-26T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:09:50.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Significant Things I Have Learned This 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My life would be empty if I know I didn’t learn on a life that I have lived this year. I am asking for more. I am not yet satisfied. But I need to practice right now of having the positive attitude: seeing the life hall full rather than half empty..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So here are the top Five significant things I have learned this year:&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. The best thing that you can do to your friend is not to give yourself, not to give a shoulder in times of despair, not to give them support when they need it, but to let go of them when you think they need to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In this year, three of my significant left me to explore the other places. My friend Con and Nikki are now in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. My friend Jane is now living in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for good. Her family left the Phils last July. And now, another new friend is about to leave to stay with her family in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I will be sad. It will cost me tears and pain. But just like scars caused by this hurt of leaving, our friendship that we have is hard to destroy by distance. My friends, no matter how far they are will always have a soft spot in my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-When I get to hear them after long months of not getting in touch with one another, it makes me happy knowing that they are becoming a better person. I know my friends deserve to receive the blessings God has showered for them. And I cannot provide it for them alone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2.) Happiness will not come if you will just wait for it. Happiness is in you when you choose it. Choose happiness. In order to choose it, you need three things: the power to shift your perspective into a positive one, love for yourself, and inner peace.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-It’s inevitable we are having a bad hair day. If you still choose to be happy despite that you are having a shitty day, it will save you from the hours of frustration. You can’t simply choose. Look for something that will make you happy. If things are not going well, you just have to ask, what can I gain/learn from this? By changing your perspective, you will loose if you choose to loose, rather, you will gain more. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Love yourself first and happiness will come naturally. You don’t need people to make you happy. Because even if you have them, you will still feel a huge void of emptiness and dissatisfaction if you don’t love yourself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Happiness starts from a heart that feels nothing but abundant joy, love, and peace. A heart where hate and grudge has no space for it. Let go of hate. Forgive often, and you will find the inner peace that will give you the happiness you can never imagine existed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3.) Faith and Hope co-exist. Faith without hope is useless. Hope without faith brings uncertainty, doubt, and confusion. Hope strengthens faith. Faith justifies hope.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Faith springs from the longing of the soul and so is hope. Hope allows us to enter on the world of the impossible, and make it real. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Who says faith and doubt are opposite? Doubt is the element of faith. When you are hearing a bad gossip about someone you know? Do you usually believe the ones who tell you the gossip immediately or doubt if he or she is telling the truth? When you have faith on person, you always have reservation ..oh he may be like this or like that..he’s not like that before..maybe he is… When you have faith on someone, he is the only truth for you. You postpone your judgment unless you hear him speak. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Hope is believing. Hope is overstepping on the realm of the unknown. Hope and expectation are different. When you expect, you push to see the outcome. Hope believes more than what is visible. Expectation springs from mind while hope gathers strength from the heart. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;4.) &lt;b style=""&gt;You want to spend money with while feeling significant? Spend it with people you really love or someone that is so special for you and the outcome and result are more rewarding that what you expected. If you are to spend on the less essential stuff, make sure you share it with someone who shares the same interest with you.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;I know I am not the only one in this world who feels like this. For most of the breadwinners like me, we sometimes complain, thinking that we don’t have much left for us. We work and a big portion of our salary goes to our family. Sometimes, it is hard to buy expensive clothes thinking that it can still add up for you family expenses. But I realize I don’t have to worry. I am not earning that big, I don’t usually buy grand clothes every time I receive my salary, but I am still happy knowing that I helped them. Buying pasalubong to my family brings us closer together. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-I love bands and I love to but their CDs. But I don’t have a player. So I let my brother use it and so his old time friend. When I went home, that’s our bonding time, listening to the music only the two of us can appreciate. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5.) For the book readers, don’t just read. Don’t just memorize what you’ve read. Don’t just store it inside you brain. Learn from the books. Share it or discuss it with somebody. And most of all, transform it to the fabrics of your life. Yeah! You heard it right! Use what you’ve learned and practice it on your daily life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have read so many books. And so far, there are so many things that I’ve learned from them. And most of their theories, I have already concretized it on my own life. I choose to share it with you. I hope you learn something from it. Most popular authors that influence me a lot are Stephen Covey, John Maxwell, Jonathan Kellerman, Ayn Rand, Ron Jenson, Deepak Chopra, Kahlil Gibran, and philosophers such as Plato, Aristotle, Friedrich Hegel, Soren Kierkegaard, St. Thomas Aquinas and a whole lot more. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And this learning is just a few. But hence, a proof that I am applying what I read on my practical living and finally share it with you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-3493132208678178816?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3493132208678178816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=3493132208678178816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3493132208678178816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3493132208678178816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/12/significant-things-i-have-learned-this.html' title='The Significant Things I Have Learned This 2007'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-1137539548820537721</id><published>2007-12-13T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:04:23.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i choose to be happy!!!woohooo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R2HkME9oRjI/AAAAAAAAADo/K4ZY_TG7eHA/s1600-h/lyf+crazy+ride.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R2HkME9oRjI/AAAAAAAAADo/K4ZY_TG7eHA/s320/lyf+crazy+ride.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143643145575614002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don’t know how to start my day without writing. I don’t know..i just want to release this..I don’t know if I pity myself .. I don’t know if im angry.. I don’t wanna blame anyone except myself for feeling like hell once again… One thing I know for sure is I don’t want to start my day with gloomy mood like this or it will just ruin the rest fo my day..   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wow! How can I be so cruel to myself again when I just read a book about being happy.. But first, I wanna thank God for this wonderful day.. for giving me another chance to fell how much He loves me and how much he want me to enjoy the kind of life that He prepared for me today… Whatever happens, I wanna thank Him for this brand new day..I praise Him and thank Him for the life that I have….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think its about ll the power to choose.. I nid to choose to be happy…by shifting my paradigm to a positive perspective.. for me it really takes a challenge..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Im suppose to hate a guy..but my heart refuse to..why is that??I am not like this…!!my old self will feel this.. but I don’t want to take care of this hate inside my heart for it will only poison my soul..well, the miracle of faith..you will never know how faith works until you experience it…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Im happy today..listening to the song Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus..Am I looking for someone to be my angel that will sing this song for me? Or I want to be an angel for someone? I don’t know but I know this was dictated by my subconscious and unconscious…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will never let you fall, ill stand up with you forever…ill be there for you through it all..even when saving you sends me to heaven…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How cute!!Well thanks for this song for it makes me strong in spite that I am experiencing emotional disturbance…hmm,, well well well!!!I guess I just want to enjoy my life today.. nobody wants to be lonely..hahahaha!!who wants to be lonely? Certainly nobody unless you choose to be..no way highway!! I am soo tired of crying for guys who are not worthy of my tears..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yeah I think I have to recognize that I am hurt..but that’s how life is gonna shove us if we choose to..its the hardball of life but I nid to keep on moving..keep living..and kip believing in love!! It’s the only way for you to gain true inner peace within yourself…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-1137539548820537721?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1137539548820537721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=1137539548820537721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/1137539548820537721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/1137539548820537721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-choose-to-be-happywoohooo.html' title='i choose to be happy!!!woohooo!!!'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R2HkME9oRjI/AAAAAAAAADo/K4ZY_TG7eHA/s72-c/lyf+crazy+ride.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-9153562009750581518</id><published>2007-12-06T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:25:46.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a WOndERfuL sOLemN vIsIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wew!Im not in good mood to write today but my why is my fingers are urging to touc the keyboard.. I guess this bloody mind has something to say again…Go ahead..I’m not able to read the book because I just had an important date with the Lord last night…But I guess that won’t stop me from having another non sense entry on this blog.. Shall I post it?? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I just have to choose to be happy.. Why not? My boarding haws becomes an essential part of my spirituality now.. not just a place to rest, sleep, and live while I’m hir in Legaspi… Last night, my roommate and I become the host of Bible study. We regularly meet at Dunkin Donuts. But I guess things need to change a bit.. We need to look for more conducive place to worship Him..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh my gosh! I can’t believe how happy I am because my room is organized for a couple of days now. wow!! Unbelievable..!!! I always see to it that my room is clean and all is well before I leave it. That’s why when we are anticipating visitors; it wasn’t hard for me to prepare our room for solemn worship. My Lord is about to come to our house, it needs to be special!!! So I clean the room again, scrub the floor, put a white cloth on it and keep the things on its proper places. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I have to confess that I am thinking of the grup first.. Not really the visiting of the Lord.. I am thinking if they will be comfortable.. I am first and foremost considering the conduciveness and the warmth of the room so everything goes very well during the study..Although its not that bad..but He must come first..Did He like it?How I accepted these pipol to worship Him? Oh my!Forgive me Lord God..But I still have vigil candles left I bought last Holy week.. So I ignite the three little candles and put them on a cute blue sky plate to make them more attractive..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R1ig0dP5eGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yIoQBHLf_xQ/s1600-h/angel+fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R1ig0dP5eGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yIoQBHLf_xQ/s320/angel+fountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141035797708372066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can I make up to yah Lord? I’ll do it better next time…I’ll do it for you and the group will just be my secondary goal next to you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before I end this blog, I need to say this to You Jesus, my Savior, thank you for coming into my life when I choose to accept You.. Thank You for sharing Your precious time with us.. I thank You from the bottom of my heart.. And right now, I wanna thank you for visiting our simple room. It’s so simple. We don’t have grand possessions to welcome you..Only our warmth and sincerity to welcome You is all we have..Only &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thank You so much my Dear Lord..just don’t make me cry at this very moment plssss….You just don’t know how much You make me happy.. I am sooooo very blessed in thousands ways I could never imagine..I feel I don’t have the right to deserve You..But I am wholeheartedly overwhelmed by Your love my Lord.. Oh how I miss You..Oh how I miss the solemn nights..It was a couple of years ago…Thank You my Lord for visiting us.. Hope to meet You again next week. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-9153562009750581518?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/9153562009750581518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=9153562009750581518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/9153562009750581518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/9153562009750581518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/12/wonderful-solemn-visit_06.html' title='a WOndERfuL sOLemN vIsIT'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R1ig0dP5eGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yIoQBHLf_xQ/s72-c/angel+fountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-7527070348317452918</id><published>2007-12-05T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T22:09:29.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bondage Breaker Insights Continues…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R1eR89P5eFI/AAAAAAAAADI/D5D2ouM451s/s1600-h/bondage+breaker+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R1eR89P5eFI/AAAAAAAAADI/D5D2ouM451s/s320/bondage+breaker+book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140737976086132818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m moving on to the chapter two of the Bondage Breaker by Neil Anderson entitled Finding Your Way to the World. This chapter talks about the presernce of spiritual dark forces existing on this earth. I am not forcing anyone to belive nor I am hir to convince you of their reality. Whether you accept it or not, these dark spiritual forces keep on lurking on our world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We are alive in flesh and we have spirits. So as these dark creatures. They have spirits, they don’t have flesh but they have the power to hurt us without knowing it. If we try to live on the extreme, we are in deep trouble. One pole is living on a two tier world and living in the excluded middle. Both of them are trying to exclude or ignore the presence of these spirits on our material world. The opposite extreme is trying to be spiritual without the presence of God. This includes the New Age Movement, mysticism, chants, sorcerers, parapsychology, and numerous cults. If we try to live spiritual without God, this is the easiest path to ignore His presence, and worse, you are leading to worship Satan. But you need not be afraid for there are ways to combat them and win the battle by God’s will.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The author identifies 6 ways:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;1.) denying yourself: denying oneself is denying self-rule..this means that you try giving up the desire to be God. We can be God-like but we can never be god no matter how hard we try…it entail a complete dependence of God so you may function according to how God designed you to be..this is one of vitals of spiritual&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;2.) pick up your cross daily: it doesn’t mean that you have to suffer. It is carrying the Christ’s cross, not your own. It means that we acknowledge that we belong to God. Carrying the Christ’s cross is affirming that our identity is based from our relationship with God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the son of God, who loved and gave Himself up for me” (Galatians 2:20)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;3.) Follow Christ: this is to follow Christ in everything that we do..by His will and by asking His guidance, we can follow him little by little although this journey is not easy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;4.) Sacrifice the lower life to gain the higher life: our modern world focus on the material things. We nid to give up the desire to get all of them. Seek things that God wants you to have. the things that you will need fro eternal life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;5.) Sacrifice the pleasure of things to gain the pleasures of life: use things and zero in on caring pipol, not care with your possessions and use pipol for your own greedy interest. Can you trade you title, power, position, wealth and fame in exchange of enduring love, patience, health, peace, happiness and so on?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;6.) Sacrifice the temporal to gain the eternal: this is giving up the tings that are tangible, the things that are temporary for they are so easy to vanish.. focus cultivating enduring and long lasting values that will guarantee us an eternal life..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;These ways many not be easy. There is no even shortcut. Through this challenging journey, we are inviting the courage, perseverance and commitment to stand amidst all consequences that might threaten us not to pursue them. You can start this little by little and by believing on yourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-7527070348317452918?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7527070348317452918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=7527070348317452918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7527070348317452918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7527070348317452918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/12/bondage-breaker-insights-continues_05.html' title='The Bondage Breaker Insights Continues…'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R1eR89P5eFI/AAAAAAAAADI/D5D2ouM451s/s72-c/bondage+breaker+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-6762221384912986639</id><published>2007-12-04T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:45:56.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bondage Breaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am currently reading the book by Neil Anderson entitled The Bondage Breaker. The book generally talks about overcoming all the strong destructive elements that keeps on trapping us to habitual sins. Such factors would include strong bad habitual patterns, irrational thoughts and feelings, as well as the external forces brought by environment but most specially the dark forces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There are several books that allows me to become more mature but I think this will be one of the most challenging and controversial book that I am about to read for I will be equipped with powerful tools to battle the evil forces.. Yeah, the evil ones.. I started the very first chapter and something bad happens. Well I am not insinuating that the Bondage Breaker has a curse. This book serves as an offensive move. Last night, I dreamed of two snakes. I used to drim snakes but now they bite me. I know this is not going to be easy. But I remember my frend said to me. This is the only way to win d battle, to meet them on the eye. Not to keep on running from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This book is not mine. I am borrowing it from my workmate but I loose my patience on try borrowing it again and again. Well, needless to say, I am bound to read this book even though my intention to borrow it simply fade away. But God is good. After few days, my workmate brought this Bondage Breaker book and got the chance to read it right after my work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;To begin sharing what I read from this book, well I am just starting but I feel the need to share it with others.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;=let me share with you the common misconceptions about the bondage..these are the faulty ideas that keeps my fellow Christians in darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Demons were active when Christ was on earth, but their activity was subsided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. What the early church called demonic activity we now understand is the mental illness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Some problems r psychological while some are spiritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. Christians cannot be affected by demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Demonic influence is only evident in extreme or violent behavior and gross sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. Freedom from spiritual bondage is the result of the power encounter with demonic forces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;According to the author of this book, we don’t need to defeat the demons because Christ has already did it for us when He died on the cross and resurrect on the third day. All we need to do is to believe that Jesus Christ is our true savior. Faith. Faith in belief and action. This is what we need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;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/374408011032773883-6762221384912986639?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6762221384912986639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=6762221384912986639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/6762221384912986639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/6762221384912986639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/12/bondage-breaker.html' title='The Bondage Breaker'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-8714799762455226484</id><published>2007-12-03T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T02:23:08.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flirting can save your day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;dont get me wrong..im a flirty gurl without any intention to harm other pipol, most especially the boys (eherm!)..but i realize that being flirt is not only giving you a good boost on yourself and the ones you're flirting with but you can use your flirting skills to save your suppose to be shitty day..i found this article so interesting so i add them up to support my realization..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your daughter's teacher is annoyed: You forgot to send in a white T-shirt for tie-dye day, and she had to tie-dye a hankie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Instead of offering up a lame apology, which'll just get the teacher angrier, inspire her protective instincts to your advantage. You know how you bat your eyelashes when you need a big, strapping fella to reach the paper towels on the top shelf of the supermarket? The same principle applies here. The difference is, you appeal to her emotions rather than her muscles. "Head things off by saying, 'Oh, please don't be too angry,'" says Lowndes. "Her instinctive reaction is to say 'Well, I'm not really angry,' so you won't feel too bad." What's also effective about this is once you've gotten her to say she's not that angry, her emotions will subconsciously follow her words, and she really won't be as irritated with you. Voila: you've made her feel powerful, then protective, then mellowed-out. Aren't you the clever little vixen!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You arrive at your car and see a traffic officer with her ticket-book ominously flipped open.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We know you'd like to rant and rave about the injustice of your missing the meter-change by a mere three minutes, but that's not going to get you anywhere. Instead, create an us-versus-them feeling between you and the officer. Start by using her name -- it's right there on her lapel -- in a friendly fashion, showing her you understand she's a hard-working human being, not a walking uniform. Say, "Officer Hanson, I know you're just doing your job, but I'm sure you know what it's like when the line at the Gap just won't move, right?" It's just like when you sit in a corner at a party with a cute guy, making fun of the other people to foster a little togetherness. Jolly her along, get her to laugh with you, and you might find yourself not owing $25 to the city.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were supposed to have that report to your boss by noon, but you're just...not done.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You've got to go in there and face the music, and it sounds like it's going to be all bagpipes and accordions. One well-known flirt technique is mirroring -- subtly copying the actions, gestures, and body language of the person you're talking to. "It's known as neurolinguistic programming, and it's a tried-and-true seduction technique," says Lowndes. "Birds of a feather really do flock together -- we tend to like people who seem to resemble us; it makes us feel safe. So if you can make your boss feel friendly toward you, her attitude may soften." The key here is to be subtle. Don't play Mirror with her, scratching your nose with your right hand exactly when she does, like the old routine with Lucille Ball and Harpo Marx. Do it a moment later. And enhance the connection by keeping your posture like hers -- tall and straight if that's how she sits, floppy and exhausted if that's her style. You can even make your pace of speech like hers -- rapid and peppery, or slow and drawly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your ticket says "coach," but when you check in for your boarding pass, business class starts sounding awfully nice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just as when you're trying to hook your chosen guy-prey, flattery will get you everywhere. "Begin by complimenting the airline, the customer service, and the workers you've come across," says Lowndes. "Talk to that clerk as if you really see what it's like from his perspective. Put yourself in his shoes." Tell him how annoying the rush of people must be, comment on how many customers he's already handling, express his feelings for him, and he'll feel validated and loved. Of course, no amount of flattery will make a seat appear if the flight is overbooked, but the worst that can happen is you create a feeling of goodwill. And that might get you an extra bag of peanuts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your feet are killing you, but all the seats on this train have people in them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are certain combinations of flirt-tactics that, when used correctly, can almost always get you what you want. In this case, you want to combine the power of touch with eye contact and a friendly smile. Touch that seated man somewhere neutral -- the arm, the hand -- to get his attention and beat down the imaginary wall he's put up around himself (to create private space in a public place). "Just be careful not to startle him -- even a gentle touch is extremely powerful," says Lowndes. Once he looks up at you, don't take the victim-y, pout-y route -- it annoys people. Instead, give him a smile, even if it's a tired one, and explain that you're not feeling so great and would so appreciate it if he could let you sit down. Play it right and he'll be flattered that you chose him to ask, as the most generous and trustworthy-seeming fella on all of Amtrak. You sit down, he feels noble, and everyone's happy -- isn't that the way things should be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-8714799762455226484?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8714799762455226484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=8714799762455226484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/8714799762455226484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/8714799762455226484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/12/real-life-flirting-skills.html' title='flirting can save your day'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-5281726541584822838</id><published>2007-11-21T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T20:26:41.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKING A SIP OF COFFEE IN A MUG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R0UD97ZGXfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MEGwmogoorY/s1600-h/coffe+mug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R0UD97ZGXfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MEGwmogoorY/s320/coffe+mug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135515312535789042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh my gosh!dnt let me go back on my torturous system..Oh my!! I don’t wanna go back there. I nid to start this..achive personal significance for the day despite of  a gloomy day. I’m so thankful that I have a decent sleep last night. And I wanna thank God for that. Right now I feel sooo nervous..oh heck! Enough! I wanna be completely over with the things that kip on bugging me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;No way!!! I feel so incomplete again but no way!! I don’t wanna go back to that.. No way!! Whew!! Why is that everytime I am going to write I should be writing about him..hahahahaha!!! LOL!! I don’t want to suppress..well I guess I just wanna enjoy it.. But I think I nid to keep away from sumthing that will allow me to remember him more.. Oh how I wish those times..my kagagahan times..haha!!musta nmn un? I cant help but laugh at them most specially at myself.. And now, I don’t wanna deny that this nervousness kip on coming back on me when in fact we just chat yesterday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Oh hell!! This means that sumthing is wrong w me… I don’t know how will I define it. Eerrrrr…or I think its d bagyo..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But allow me to stick on my personal goal.. Its one of the destruction so I nid to eradicate it out of my system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I don’t know why my mind is soooo tired yesterday.. Maybe because Im sooo tired of thinking…wew!! I can’t even enjoy because I was bothered by my anxiousness about the typhoon.. Somehow, I know d weather is affecting me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t wanna write nor even post this nonsense entry but this is what’s happening to me right now… I feel so sleepy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But wait! I remember from the book im reading, in every problem, there is an alternatives that you can choose to do you just have to identify the right move for yah..am I making sense now?? Hmmm. A little??? Better….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;How about sipping my favorite coffee??? Why not? So il get back in a minute and lets see whats gonna happen next…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow!!Just imagining how my coffee tastes excites me..har har har!!wow!!! its really delicoois..now I feel better… wow!!i congratulate myself again for I am applying what Ive learned from the book Im reading.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fell bored early in d morning, sipping my fave coffee is d answer..hahaha..but what happen if coffee is not around?nahhh!!lets just think it when it really happens..haha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!Sipping coffee is like sipping the joys of life inspite of our daily adversaries… Its sooo gloomy outside but this coffee helps me to get a little better… and the more you enjoy it, the more you appreciate it..my coffee is like that..d more I drink it the more it taste delicious.. everything that is ordinary can really make a difference it you learn to be a little more appreciative.. just like what im doing with my fave coffee..oh wow!! This is my first time to write about it..hahaha!!now this entry is now making sense..lol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh how I imagine Jesus Christ is with me.. we’re simply chatting.. or just share this simple coffee to enjoy the company of each other… what will I say to Him? He is not talking to me.. But He continuously sip His coffee but His eyes met mine and just smile.. Well I guess I just have to savor this moment being with me without necessarily talking. Is He doing the same thing???? I don’t want Him to go but I got tongue-tied. I just want to see Him… All of Him.. He knows whats inside my heart.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now I see a child in me. Too hesitant to reach out to His father but her longing to be with Him is intense… I don’t know what to say… Im just sipping my coffee and just look at Him.. He didn’t say anything. He just look at me.. And say, “I am so near. I was just waiting for you to call me.. I’ve been waiting for you to call my name. Where have you been? Im missing you a lot. I am soo near yet you kip on running away from me.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I don’t know what to say.. I don’t even know if this is just my imagination or there is sumthing that makes me imagine it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But right now, I feel this inner peace.. I am not troubled nor bothered for I know that He’s with me… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&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/374408011032773883-5281726541584822838?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5281726541584822838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=5281726541584822838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/5281726541584822838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/5281726541584822838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/11/taking-sip-of-coffee-in-mug.html' title='TAKING A SIP OF COFFEE IN A MUG'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/R0UD97ZGXfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MEGwmogoorY/s72-c/coffe+mug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-3795058053528341055</id><published>2007-11-21T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T01:07:09.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A VICTIM OR A VICTOR? YOU HAVE THE POWER TO CHOOSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just wanna be in control..I just realize that I am so cruel to myself. Yeah I’ve been hurt by so many pipol and treated like a piece of crap and shit… I know I can’t easily move on.. But I don’t wanna get revenge with this hatred that I feel for them.. Sometimes, I realize that I can be so numb, never care what will they feel..Oh my!! I don’t wanna be a psychopath!!! I want this over and done…&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now I choose to be a victor and not a victim… I don’t want to let it happen again.. Now I will take charge of myself.. Oh how I wish I will not hold nor bear any stains of grudge against them..Wait a minute..one at a time first… I need to deal with my old pains.. I wanna move on.. I wanna put them aside for they are one of the obstacles that keep my away from achieving my personal significance. And I wanna start it right now at this gloomy day.. It’s a good start to at least stay away first on hurting pipol…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I remember the book I read, its about achieving healthy relationship with other pipol written by my fave author John Maxwell..hurt pipol are hurting pipol… I was hurt that is why I have the tendency to hurt too.. And vice versa.. But the good thing is, at least I am learning to see things from the perspective of other pipol.. Its also written on his book entitled Winning with People.. Woah!! I congratulate myself for I was able to inculcate this learning and transcend it to the fabrics of my life… Sometimes you really need to see it from the perspective of others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, I have to admit that I have the tendency to get even with them but I know it won’t work out.. There are pipol hum I wanna let them know how much they hurt me..But to others, I just prefer to stay away from them. I don’t wanna see them.. But Im working on my hate or enmity towards them.. I just wann forgive them and move on.. And finally thank them for hurting me because I know that I can learn sumthing from them that I may never realize yet.. But I sumhow owe it to them.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jesus said to love your enemies.. He also said that wen they curse you, bless them.. Oh its darn hard..Im not here to talk about religions.. But what Jesus is saying is true and practical. It is only by loving and forgiving them you can find the authentic inner peace. What is then the reward if you will only love your frends and those hu love you? Makes sense? Hmmm..well I am not hir to really discuss the teaching of the Bible but Jesus Christ is right after all…I have to love them..But I have to admit its tooooooooooooooo damn haaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrdddddddd…aaarrrrrrrggghhhhh!!!!!its like saying &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;NO WAY HIGHWAY&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s the only way…To make it easier, just do it for yourself first and not for them..After all this is the very first rison why you will do it.. You need to erase all the negative emotional baggage that will hamper you to achieve what you want. HATE for OTHER will only poison you soul, you personality, including your overall perspective about the world.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NOW STOP!!!I don’t want to entertain them…. And I can do it!! Yeah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;For the meantime, I wanna take charge of myself.. I wanna heal..But healing should start on your desire to be healed, to move on, and to forgive others to start your new life and to live life that was meant for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I am now in control.. I wanna take charge.. I don’t wanna blame different persons for what I am and for what I cannot do.. I don’t wanna be a victim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Right now, I am claiming that this VICTORY IS MINE THIS TIME BY GOD’S WILL…This is what I choose.. This is the freedom God has given to me and I need to be a responsible steward of this freedom He has give to me……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;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/374408011032773883-3795058053528341055?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3795058053528341055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=3795058053528341055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3795058053528341055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3795058053528341055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/11/victim-or-victor-you-have-power-to.html' title='A VICTIM OR A VICTOR? YOU HAVE THE POWER TO CHOOSE'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-2417637095106784796</id><published>2007-11-06T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T17:44:38.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe    aTTiTuDE    oF   gRaTiTuDe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Argh!!what the hell is happening to me? I realize how ungrateful I am on my life that I lead.. for the past few weeks I was consumed by hatred to all those people who treats me like shit and piece of crap… what can I do? I didn’t exist to please them.. please HATE, GO AWAY!!! I don’t want you to poison my soul.. the more I hate them, the more I make myself miserable with their bullshits.. I wanted to move on but its not working out.. Lord God please help me forgive them.. I wanted to live a new life.. Please don’t take it away from me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I wanna be alone.. I don’t wanna hide.. Its just I want to spend time alone..i will not analyze yet.i will stop thinking first..i just want to have a decent rest and sleep..and peace of mind, not piece of mind..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know no matter how tough the life is, I should never fail to realize that I am blessed enough with more than I deserve. Despite of the pain that I feel, I know I have more than a million of reasons to be thankful that I am living a meaningful life.. It’s a matter of accepting that life is full of surprises in so many forms.. Its all up to you how r you gonna handle them creatively…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to welcome this HATE..GO AWAY!!!!! I was greatly stunned with the book that im reading, Make a Life, Not Just a Living.. In everyday life experience, we need to develop the attitude of gratitude.. problems make us tough and creative.. problems teaches us life lessons.. our hurts and troubles helps us how to be humble.. my pain teaches me to be more concern and caring.. my old hurts teaches me to reach out to others more than thinking about myself… being grateful allows me to appreciate the beauty of the life that im living.. im the only one hu has the right to live this by God’ will and plan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEW!!! I can’t believe im breathing again the beauty of my life..its not perfect, its not full of happiness, but I have all the power and creativity to make it worth living in every seconds..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Im soooo grateful that there are people who love me, keep on loving me, and still love me no matter what.. Im soooo grateful that I have a magnificent and great God that incredibly designed it for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Not bad!!! I may have hurts.. I may be troubled.. but that won’t stop me from being HAPPY because I know God wants me to be.. thanks for this trouble because it helps me to seek more God.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;oh that’s tough!!! It’s the ATTITUDE OF GRATITUDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-2417637095106784796?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2417637095106784796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=2417637095106784796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/2417637095106784796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/2417637095106784796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/11/attitude-of-gratitude.html' title='tHe    aTTiTuDE    oF   gRaTiTuDe'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-5912677160209912208</id><published>2007-10-02T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:14:11.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its been a long time that I wasn’t able to write on my friggin blogspot.. im hurtin yesterday… I guess this is what you will feel wen someone special for you has the other someone… im not suppose to feel this way and I don’t have the right to feel this..Brendan’s not my bf..im not his gurl though he used to call me “my gurl” bullshit. I guess its just an endearment or he really mean it..he claimed me as one of his gf..oh fuck!!whatever it is, I really don’t give a piece of shit!!! Well I guess this is the time wen I really just want to keep him as a frend or totally get him out of my friggin system..But I have to admit that in a short span of time he really change my world.. I sumhow owe it to him.. But I don’t want to expect or else il be damned frustrating myself.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I know that im jealous knowing that he has so many gfs, bimbos..oh whatever!!! I think im one of those.. but right now I really don’t give a fucking damn… I don’t have the right to feel this but this is how I feel.. that means that I really fell in love with him.. and its damn hurting.. but at least I was wide awake that he can never be mine not even in a million years.. someone’s better deserves my love more than him… how can I be so daydreamer..no its more than that!! What’s the English term of “ilusyunada”? yeah I felt sumhow like that and I really felt so ashamed… huwaaaaaa….. I don’t know if its my dignity as a woman that stands out that time or pride or my will to really get over with him… he has other priority..its the other gurl that he chats and he replies w me late? Now how about that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Its indirectly saying that im just one of those that belongs to his least priority.. maybe not like that.. its just that there is some other woman in his life.. im happy for them that they get along very well but im hurting for myself..oh my!! Im soooo hurting..its painful.. he tells me that he is busy..yeah its true..busy chatting with other woman.. I don’t have the right to question him so I just say goodbye to him and haul my ass on work… well at least I have the last ditch of effort to keep my self-preservation.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I think that’s one way of letting go of him… so I give way not to disturb them..i don’t wanna be an intruder.. besides, I deserve a man better than him.. and I think though it hurts a lot, Brendan and that gurl really looks perfect for each other in every way.. the gurl belongs to his own race, with a blood of a countess or a princess, and belongs to the higher society ranks.. more than this, I think she is a model, a cover gurl to be exact..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, Im still thankful to get this courage to leave him earlier and focus on my work.. its soooo unfair waiting for him damn message to come wen I know he is just busy chatting with other gurls.. im just the last priority..well I will never allow that..besides he is just my online frend.. well I guess im not really that broken.. at least he is not totally out of reach.. I was just thankful because somehow I was gaining back my concentration at work.. I really need to do this..i love my work so much and I wasn’t about to neglect this because of him…but I really have to deal with this pain..im still hurting..i can’t help but cry.. oh God! I wanna cry.. You know every well that I was toooo hurting… it’s still painful… I just want this over and done… just give me the courage to stand up and moved on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well at least..im starting to move on though im still hurt.. now that I’ve admitted that I really unexpectedly fall in live with him.. it needs to be NOW!!!! So I need now to go back to work…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &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/374408011032773883-5912677160209912208?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5912677160209912208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=5912677160209912208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/5912677160209912208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/5912677160209912208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/10/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-3960060969954492722</id><published>2007-09-21T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:36:06.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel so darn pretty today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;well, im in good mood to write now..im just enjoying the level of freedom that i have right now.. i felt so D-A-M-N PRETTY!!... i guess wen u allow yourself to feel that you're ugly and you keep on comparing yourself with others, you will be disappointed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;i guess i just really need a self search wen i always do this.. i always think and analzye.. i guess i just need to savor this moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont know why i felt so damn pretty..haha!! after d destructions, the ups and downs.. well i guess these negative elements don't have a place here in my column.. i just realize that wen you are someone, a woman of darn substance,  no man will ever forget you no matter how bastard or son-0f-a-bitch he is... how much if man learns how to appreciate a woman.. well, i guess i really need to experience the feeling of being ugly so that i will appreciate myslef more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;mwah!!i felt so darn cute!!hihihi!! not physically, but emotionally.. sometimes its really your emotions that will really put you in deep shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;before you can love a man, you need to love youself, first as a woman, you'll be admired naturally.. it will truly show....you really dont need to be admired though but they will, naturally... just stay sweet, simple and confident.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;woman, u're more than just your pair of tits, an adorable pussy to lust and drool over, more than just a pretty creation in a facade of makeups and lipsticks.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;you are more than that.. you deserve to be respected, lover, admired, and adored, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;because you're a woman that you are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;show the real you as a woman, your confidence, sweetness, and of course your sweet smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;it can really lift up a downhearted soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;so woman, keep shinin' and stay naturally beautiful as you are always!!!&lt;/span&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/374408011032773883-3960060969954492722?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3960060969954492722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=3960060969954492722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3960060969954492722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3960060969954492722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-feel-so-darn-pretty-today.html' title='i feel so darn pretty today'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-7177048991160749333</id><published>2007-09-19T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T18:29:25.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resend or let me love you one day at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me love you one day at a time...    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and please love me the very same say. May we never learn all there is to know about love, but every day together will teach us a little more about ourselves and the special kind of happiness we can bring to each other. One of the best things you've helped me learn is that love starts with being honest, speaking straight from how we really feel. I like how we've opened doors and windows of our lives, and invited each other to come in, look around, and get acquainted. The more I'm with you, the more at home I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me love you one day at a time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why talk about "always" and say things we're not sure we mean when we can talk about today and mean exactly what we say. Let's think of each sunrise as a fresh start, a brand new beginning... and try to fill each day with as much love as it can hold. I know you're not always going to be exactly the same person Sunday through Saturday, January through December, and neither am I. We both need laughing times and crying times... and time for every mood in between. The important thing is that you can be the kind of you that feels most natural and that I can be my most favorite kind of me. That's what makes us so comfortable together...&lt;br /&gt;It's also what keeps us from taking too much for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me love you one day at a time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let's not wonder how long love will last but how beautiful we can make it grow. Let's give our best to each other, but let's never expect miracles of our love. There's no need to...&lt;br /&gt;The reality of you and me is better than all the impossible dreams and fantasies I've ever imagined. Being with you is feeling proud, blessed, grateful for each hour we share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me love you one day at a time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not according to any How-To book, or by someone else's set of rules... but simply for who you are and how you are with me. And please love me, not for what I might be molded into, but for what I am here and now. Don't expect me to be someone all good and all giving, someone who could never disappoint you... someone too right to be real and too perfect to be me. I'm just as human as anyone I know... and very thankful that you are, too. Let's try to remember that love means keeping in touch with each other's thoughts and feelings... listening not just to words, but to the emotions behind them... seeing, not just the smiles and frowns but the hurt and pleasures that cause them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me love you one day at a time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;starting today. Let's have the courage to try to change whatever needs changing about us, and wisdom to know what should never be changed. Believing in ourselves and in our ability to handle whatever tomorrow brings... and trusting that this love we share will continue to grow stronger as the future years unfold...&lt;br /&gt;One Beautiful Day at a Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;its d content of forwarded email brendan has sent me.. im trying to move on with this infatuated feeling.. he doesn't have any idea about what im goin through right now.. i guess i rily dont need to loose him as a frend..yeah..il get back to him as my dear frend..a gorgeous and sweet one.. i will not resend this to him:P:P:P:P... i want him to love me one day at a time:P:P:P:P...even though he is far away..a miles away.. i still wanted to feel how to be loved by him.. i dont know what kind of love..it may not be romantic..it may be platonic.. i dont know.. i trust him that he can be my frend.. i want him for a lover but that's expecting too much..dt will give me frustration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God!I dont know what will I feel right now.. But i pray for Brendan.. I am sorry for judging him..he's really just too good to be true..i pray for the success of his new project from the bottom of my heart.. i pray for his good health.. i wish him someone hu can really make him complete and fulfilled..i wish nothing but the best for both of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kip this faith in mhe..faith in our frendship.. i know that wen i get back to him he will reply to me wen his der.. but im just hoping that time, what will i feel for him is  i think a crush or an admiration.. not an expectation or any romantic attachments with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want him to love me, eventhough im not sure what kind of love it is.. but i know its always going to be worth it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-7177048991160749333?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7177048991160749333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=7177048991160749333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7177048991160749333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7177048991160749333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/09/resend-or-let-me-love-you-one-day-at.html' title='resend or let me love you one day at a time'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-7072664147307824844</id><published>2007-09-19T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T17:46:26.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its really you my darlin'!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;when you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I always needed time on my own  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And the bed where you lie  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;is made up on your side  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;When you walk away  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I count the steps that you take  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;When you're gone  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;When you're gone  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The face I came to know is missing too  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;When you're gone  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And make it OK  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I miss you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I haven't felt this way before  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Everything that I do  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;reminds me of you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And the clothes you left  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;are lyin' on the floor  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And they smell just like you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I love the things that you do  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;When you walk away  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I count the steps that you take  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;When you're gone  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;When you're gone  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The face I came to know is missing too  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;When you're gone  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And make it OK  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I miss you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;We were meant for each other  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I keep forever  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soul  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;When you're gone  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;When you're gone  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The face I came to know is missing too  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;When you're gone  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And make it OK  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;They say that music is the language of the soul.. how true and i believe it.. how ironic but now im missin you.. my real love.. the one who really loves and the one i hurt so deeply.. i dont know.. its him that i really need.. the same feeling that i have a couple of years ago..wow!! i really felt this damn feeling once gain.. im not hurting right now.. but i really miss him.. i know that i have to do this because i really dont want to loose him for good.. im really hurting and im still damn trying hard of killing this feeling on this stranger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;i now realize again he's really branded me as his, and vice versa.. i dreamed of making love with him..passionate..wild..uninhibited..only for this man.. i may have felt such bloody thirst for sexual lust on any hot-blooded man..but i know it will simply fade away.. even if im fulfilled physcially it will simply leave me in a void of huge emptiness.. because there is one man now hum i want to give my everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;oh how i missin you darlin..i guess that's the main reason why i became infatuated with this stranger..well this brendan is really damn irressistable.. but my mind my heart and my soul recognizes only one soul...its yours.. the one who will make me complete and fulfilled..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;maybe brendan is darn qualified for a one night stand.. but what now? i think after that i will never look for him.. i don't know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;but right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;im just glad that im missing you..i guess no matter what i do i can never eradicate you out of my system.. i love you.. i truly love you..with all my heart and soul..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;im just so sad i badly hurt you right now.. its killing me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;but right now this si teh most appropriate thing that i nid to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;forgive me my love for hurting you so bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;i just need to do it for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;i cannot afford to loose you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;that will be the hardest thing that i ever have to face in my life, even thinking of it makes me want to be numb a thousand times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;i miss you and im soo hurting to realize thta you're more hurting than me, knowing that you more love me more than i love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;i just hope wen the time i was over with this feelings fro brendan you're still der..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;coz i love you so damn much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;i never thought that i could ever love a man this much..like i do love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;forgive me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;i have to do this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;hope you're still there waiting for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-7072664147307824844?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7072664147307824844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=7072664147307824844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7072664147307824844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7072664147307824844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-really-you-my-darlin.html' title='its really you my darlin&apos;!!'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-7365683327582110953</id><published>2007-09-18T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:39:55.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pls help me back to my normal system!!!..argh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don’t know why I am not in the mood for writing but the words keep flowing again on my bloody mind… I know I should start working but I guess I really need to keep my habit of making at least one entry per day on my blog…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I just wanna come back to my normal state.. Or is it the thrill that im seeking? Something that we lack on our relationship…??? I don’t know.. I guess my angel-looking-nerdy-frend is right after all. I need to balance.. how right she was wen she told me that I cheated my boyfriend wen I kip on communicating with my online crush.. oh how uncool!! So what I did yesterday was to stop visiting that site again.. I even send msgs to my frends there, telling that I’ll be gone for a couple of weeks.. Not bad after all.. I did send last msg to Brendan and told him ill be gone for a while coz im bc.. but its not really true..no, partly true.. il b bc trying to eradicate him out of my system.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;At least right now Im happy that I’ve accepted the fact that I can always be his frend.. by God’s will I think.. a frend..yeah a frend.. my gorgeous frend Brendan…I’ll just get back to him by the time I was really over with this crazy feelings for him.. how lucky he can get to really make me feel this way.. coz I’ve felt like this kind of feeling to my first love.. I don’t wanna punish myself.. they say that wen you have feelings for someone, stand out for you really feel.. tell your feelings to that person.. but our situation was different and I don’t have any intentions of telling him.. that will be a super duper big blow on his E-G-O.. wow!! He’s so darn fuckin hot and handsome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I just wish I’ll get over with him soon.. or ill take time to make this work.. il keep in touch with him again as a frend hu happens to remember him after taking over on my bc life.. maybe I can always kip this admiration for him.. just like that.. not this feeling that I wanna have him as a.. uhurmm..!! LUVAHBOY…hahahhahahaha!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This space that I took courage to ask for my honey.. I think I need to use this for getting over with Brendan coz I know that there’s no possibility that we can be together.. besides, even if we can be, even in online, im not even sure if his intentions were true.. and im not dt stupid to throw away our more than 5 years relationship, for crying out loud!!! That’s why the best thing that I can do is to get over with this emotion for Brendan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s really hard.. that’s why its right that I ask for space.. a space that will not make me feel that I cheated him and felt guilty for this feeling I had with a stranger… this is the battle that I need to face with myself alone.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now, im trying to go back to normal, including my torturous hormones.. damn!! A writer that used to focus on my writing..haha!! well I guess this is the spice of life.. the rollercoaster ride.. despite of this, I still love to live.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Huwwaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Its really hard.. but I really need to make a stand to do this.. from this day, I’ll stop visiting the site.. I will not communicate with any of them for a while.. this is the start.. and I think I need to divert my attention.. I guess I really nid to spice up my life in may ways so these emotions will not develop that’l kip on bugging me like plagues today.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When I’m down, I know that my frend, my guid, my Creator, my Father, my Guide, someone whu can truly understand me is here.. He more than understand me instead of judge me.. well, it’s Him hu truly knows my deepest feelings more than I cud ever imagine.. I praise Him for this.. I praise Him for keeping this faith on Him.. I praise Him for helping me get over with this trouble..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Lord God, just help me get through with this.. I just want to go back to normal, but not really the way it used to be.. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just want to start over again with the life you’ve given me.. the life that I really didn’t deserve but you give it eniwei.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="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/374408011032773883-7365683327582110953?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7365683327582110953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=7365683327582110953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7365683327582110953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7365683327582110953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/09/pls-help-me-back-to-my-normal.html' title='pls help me back to my normal system!!!..argh!'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-6232865577442115832</id><published>2007-09-17T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:09:59.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Ru9PAvDntVI/AAAAAAAAACg/Bq5U3IgxUn0/s1600-h/full+mun+woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Ru9PAvDntVI/AAAAAAAAACg/Bq5U3IgxUn0/s320/full+mun+woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111390976139048274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don’t know what to say.. I know its so unfair w my honey to ask for a space… they say that wen u ask for it, its as always as good as goodbye… well for me, how can u really say goodbye to someone whom you truly love wen d main reason why you want to space is to recover from the past hurt imposed by your relationships?.. im not blaming anyone… I guess I just need to confront this situation... the more it gets worse the more I tried to evade it and divert my attention…&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I have to admit that my feelings are growing with this stranger named Brendan… I don’t know if im in love… I don’t know if im scared shitless to admit myself after realizing that I was in love with this stranger…. I don’t know if I was just madly infatuated because he is so darn hot, gorgeous, and he’s really someone.. not just a simple PRETTY HANDSOME AWKWARD that the only things he know was to flaunt his male beauty on tv screens.. the problem is, he’s not only that.. it’s a major turn off for me to know a gud-looking guys hu r darn nothing but just a piece of display like figurines… dis is d major trouble I have.. he’s got good looks and oh! What a brain too!! A highly accomplished electrical engineer in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dubai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; at d age of 20… his latest accomplished proj, if im not mistaken was 10 buildings and 120 villas.. he’s not even graduate.. how much more if he was able to finish his degree? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Because of this stranger im not myself lately.. how uncool!!! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I really don’t know what to do.. one day im fine and one day I felt so damn frustrated waiting for his msg.. well, he’s d one hu used to grit me everyday.. just a simple msg fr him is enuf to paint a smile on my face and kips my day like a piece of cake.. wen he rarely does it, how uncool to miss his msg.. im not like this on him before… I wasn’t able to anticipate this feeling.. how can he possibly manage to let me feel this way when he is soooo far away…??? Well I guess this feeling starts to grow day by day… he always grit me.. we always chat, exchanging ideas.. simply like that.. but how? I don’t know.. it just happen I wasn’t able to anticipate.. I don’t know what to do..i don’t know how to react to it.. the feeling-thinking intuition has different ways.. but I guess.. I just nid to work out this destruction… yeah I can even call this destruction..i dono wt happened.. I just decided to just rily kip in touch with Brendan as an overseas frend.. well, this is the rpob of my brain combination..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Tickle tests says my brain combination is very rare.. ouch!!! now im in chaos.. and in confusion…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But I was just amazed on how I was trying myself to let go of all the hurt because I wanted to start all over again with my bf.. behind this scars that he left was this undying love that transcends on the deepest recesses of my soul… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Oh how I fight so hard not to hurt him in a deepest way.. but I know I did.. but I did that because I want to confront myself.. of this old hurts, my façade, my hatred towards his family most specially on her mother, my self-destructing ways of reducing myself into nothingness.. im trying so hard to move on, forgive them, release all the burdens inside of mhe.. but why I just can’t do it??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh God.. this pain is too much for me too bear.. its too unbearable.. the pain is killing.. much more I know how deep in hurt my beloved… please help me.. I know you can hear me.. its killing me inside Lord God.. I’d rather bear all the pain than caused him pain oh God… Oh God please.. I know you understand me more than I could ever imagine..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Please, kip Him company.. I know you always will but I still pray for it.. help me Lord God.. I just realize the different kind or level of love after this.. Does both pain and love exist simultaneously? Or pain is just a portion of love? I don’t know.. I guess I still love him.. I was just blinded by this infatuated feeling… its really really a destruction on my part.. Lord God please help me get through with this…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There’s nothing I can do to ease the pain I’ve caused him. But right now, I wanna be worth that damn pain.. I have risons for doing so but its validity on my part cannot equate to the hurt he is feeling right now..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I wanna resolve this conflict within me.. it’s a battle between mhe and mhe.. the battles of my will, mind, and heart.. and it all begins now…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-6232865577442115832?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6232865577442115832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=6232865577442115832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/6232865577442115832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/6232865577442115832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/Ru9PAvDntVI/AAAAAAAAACg/Bq5U3IgxUn0/s72-c/full+mun+woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-4679382132333349271</id><published>2007-09-14T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:07:36.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet, sexy, fun, and flirty-----FAITH....huh??!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Oohhh..grrr…wt will I do with you my ever dear gorgeous and handsome chatmate Brendan..???&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Haha…that’s it!! I guess my previous blog entry was right.. these are emotions that will not gonna stay longer…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I don’t know…how ironic it is.. i don’t know if I was just suppressing it or refuse not to feel it…well I don’t know…I don’t know if im on the calm disposition today.. not d past few days that my hormones are starting to fight one another, starting to disintegrate them from their proper places.. hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!! I guess my hormones are back to their system,, in normal mode…hahahahahahhahaha!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im craving for just one of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; msg…and now you do…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I should be happy.. no!! I should be wanting to do cha-cha here in d office and greet everyone hir in fun and flirty way.. but what d hell is happening to me? It’s a sudden change of the heart?!!oh give me damn fuckin’ break!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, I guess I really just miss his msg … but Brendan did send.. he called me sweetheart and told me he’s hoping im doin fine.. hah!!its play time baby!!! I don’t know why Im not so really happy…I mean, the electrifying factor…the sparkle.. the flirty and crazy in love bitch that I am…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Were was it all of a sudden????!!!! It just flew up??oh man!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmmmm..i guess I just need to unleash the tigress side of mhe…or d wolf side? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, I guess, Im not yet really over w him.. Brendan will always be once a spice on my lovelife…haha.. he’ll always be sooo sexy, gorgeous, and hot as ever!! But c’mon!! I can desire him for a loverboy, and I think everyone hu happens to meet him will feel the same.. But I know that he can never be mine.. I can only dream about him.. of touching him, laughing with him,hmmm…of c’mon spill it out!! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Even making love with him…c’mon.. its not only man thinking about it so its ok…why r we so damn afraid to admit that we’re thinking of the man we really desire in bed? hmmm.. Brendan’s like this..he can really inspire such wanting..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But enough.. let’s darn face it that he can never be mine not even in a million of years.. d best thing that I can do is to be a frend, a carefree companion, the flirty lass hu used to adore him.. someone whom he can lean on…someone that he can think once in a while and have sum hulsom chat..wow!! I can be everything to him but not really meant for him..well, not bad after all..LOL!! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hope I’ll get over with this feeling for him soon..im always here to greet him, without expecting him returning my msg..its alright coz it makes me feel happy..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;One thing that I will never loose in myself is my flirty and sassy, and fun side…no way man!! Its one way of telling me to stop sucking friggin oxygen on my freakin’ brain!!! No way!!! D world is soooooo huge to explore for gud looking guys just like him.. Im always stay sweet as always..(its because its one of the character of a woman to drool over, that drives a normal man nutz!!lol!!!) &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But you know what’s important to me right? Well I need to master my emotions..not d other way around..have to keep my cool.. like d smooth operator, not rigid… collected yet sweet.. flirty yet a li’l ice queen..ooohhh..whatta nice combi!!but its fun..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;You dnt know Brenddan how u make me C-R-A-Z-Y… its not yet over..but I wanna thank you to keep this FAITH alive in MHE..i know u won’t forget mhe no matter what..&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; just bc not to reply on my msgs all d time..and dts d most important..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Enwie, just always keep in touch my gorgeous and handsome Brendan…wen u have time for me..LOL!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-4679382132333349271?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4679382132333349271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=4679382132333349271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/4679382132333349271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/4679382132333349271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweet-sexy-fun-and-flirty-faithhuh.html' title='sweet, sexy, fun, and flirty-----FAITH....huh??!!!'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-2872822122029087841</id><published>2007-09-13T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T18:35:08.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it felt so damn good to be F--L--I--R--T!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one quick entry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I know I shud start workin right now but I guess I need to make it a habit of making at least one entry of my own on my blogspot..haha!!its pretty cool to release this tension I felt inside..whew!! im so nervous..but I dnt know y sometimes I feel great..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Just yesterday all I do is to think, trying to calm myself..but I felt great yesterday…counseling with a new found frend and flirting with someone on chat after work…d hell I care if someone’s call me bitch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hell yeah!!because I.. truly am-a certified B-I-T-C-H!! haha!!it felt damn gud!!it felt damn liberating…well I guess I just nid to enjoy the company of the male species in different way..just like what they’re doing..hell, both men and women play the same games only in different ways..so who says the two sexes are unequal and the other is superior from the other…men are paradox..they give you both pleasure and torture at the same time.. and vice versa… I think it’s just all up to you how are you gonna take them..make frends with them.. men will always be men and vice versa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But sometimes I’m more comfy with them… you can be flirty, and still be appreciated..show your tantrums and they’ll please you.. show them your strength and they admire you, even put you in pedestal… show your real character and they’ll truly respect you…care for them and you’ll never be out of their mind.. you’ll always have a soft spot in their heart, no matter how many women comes across in their wild lives..haha!! well, I just simply love their company… they’re generally like that.. although not all.. its just that I truly appreciated them… I didn’t mean to discuss here the battle of d sexes..or it doesn’t mean that I abhor the specie to where I belong..far from that…in fact I am soooo forever thankful because our Creator just made me a woman…and I love being a woman…. I would rather call myself as a gender advocate rather than a filthy and conceited feminist, although being a feminist is not wrong after all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, to our Creator, I thank you for making me aware of my gender as well as the other sexes, for opening my eyes to see what they were designed for… Im so thankful that I see them as they are, not just what the media says, the culture dictated…the society has molded… but their true nature..on how they were created by YOU, with your magnificent hands…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why you can’t blame me for being so flirt…I just love MEN..i really do…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ooohhh..what a men..whattamen whattamen whattamen whatamoney guud men…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So what r u waiting for my fellow Eve? Unleash your flirting instinct and enjoy them…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just what im doin right now..as long as ur not hurting, its not bad..it actually feels gud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-2872822122029087841?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2872822122029087841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=2872822122029087841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/2872822122029087841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/2872822122029087841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-felt-so-damn-good-to-be-f-l-i-r-t.html' title='it felt so damn good to be F--L--I--R--T!!!'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-3294448550941726507</id><published>2007-09-12T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T18:47:41.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its time to be corn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I Let You Go Lyrics&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;day after day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;time pass away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;and I just can't get you off my mind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;nobody knows&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hide it inside&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I keep on searching but i can't find&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;the courage to show&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;to letting you know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I've never felt so much love before&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;and once again I'm thinkin' about&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;takin' the easy way out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;but if I let you go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will never know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;what my life would be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;holding you close to me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;will I ever see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;you smiling back at me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;oh yeah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;how will I know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;if I let you go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night after night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hear myself say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;why can't this feeling just fade away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;there's no one like you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;you speak to my heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;it's such a shame&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;we're worlds apart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too shy to ask&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm too proud to lose&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;but sooner or later I've gotta choose&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;and once again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm thinkin' about&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;taking the easy way out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;but if I let you go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will never know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;what my life would be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;holding you close to me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;will I ever see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;you smiling back at me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;oh yeah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;how will I know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;if I let you go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;if I let you go, oh baby&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;yEaH!!!proBabLy yOu can LaUgh @ mY aSS wHile reAding ThiS bUt don’t giVe a fUckIng dAMn…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;beCauSe im DoIn d SamE tHiNg..LOL!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;it’s C-R-A-Z-Y, but it really FeLt&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;dAmn GuD!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’LL I GuEss Im jUst a frIggin UnPredictable.. OnE momenT Ur HaPpy and aNother minute &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; saD.. Well I gUess ThIs Is Life..a rolleR CoasTer Ride..haHa!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I Guess I Just ned to savor it..KarL is rIght..Wyl ItS deR..juSt enjoy it..enJoy d feeling..donT suppress It..beCause You’Ll never know if YoU’Ll stiL feEl tHem aGain n d nEar future..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’Ll never know if sumeone’s gonna make those emotions for you.. you’ll never know..you;ll never KnOW if its gonna Last for a Lifetime..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Emotions are Unpredictable..as unpredictable as Mhe…who knows? Will I be still d same stupid woman (that d way I wanna describe myself right now..) that falls on someone whom I ever hardly met, not to mention too far away..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I Used to Mock tHose pipOl who Chat and Fell in Love with thEir chATmates..now,,, I finallY rEALize thaT I now finally belong to them..well im not yet in love..its a combination of admiration and infatuation..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;bRendAn..you have no idea what the fucking hell &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; doin to mhe…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;beCausE of you..one day I BecoMe a Sucker for OPM songs-which is soooo unMhe…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;particularly with “Sundo” by Imago..I even tried to find it on my workmate coz I don’t have it on my pc!!!! Its soo uncooly cool!!!!whew!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aNd now, d stuffs I never heard a long time ago are coming back to me now..whew!!im a sucker for boybands a long time ago..before becoming a self-proclaimed rock addicto…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;how uncool!!im too early for regression!!!that’s suppose to happen to me when I turned 60 or 70 FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Whew!!pardon me..im just like this but im not really exaggerating…I guess d song “If I let you go” song just really suit my situation as well as my emotions right now..oh how right ate Nhing was!!(my crazy roommate hu happens to be crazy just like me, a twist on calamansi and a drop of a muriatic acid on my wounded heart)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There’s nothing wrong with Brendan..its my emotions, doin sumthing wrong with me..but how ironic it felt sooo damn fuckin good.!!! There sumthin wrong with mHe!! Damn you Brenddan!!but &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; soooooo mudddafuckin yummy!! &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; simply irressistable..how I wish &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; totally a motherfucking SON-OF-A-BITCH or a good-for-nothing crazy ASSHOLE…not like this!!! &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; sooo sweet..&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; soooo thoughtful.. so gentle..so devastatingly handsome, gorgeous, Hot and ohh darn sexy….i cant blame my fellow specie..you can really inspire such wanting…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I guess I just need to be thankful that im still a normal bitch who happens to feel this way..i felt this a long time ago..wen I was a teenager..i tot no man would ever manage to do what im feeling right now..i tot dis tickling emotions are dead, a long time ago…now I realize that I was wrong…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Brendan came in so swiftly, just like a gentle yet powerful wind..slowly penetrating on my long lost &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dead feelings..i tot no man will ever exist to make me fell this way..how wrong I was!! How lucky u can get Brendan..haha!!&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; soooo lucky, while im not..well I guess im lucky too, in my own way..haha!! you have so many gurls in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; mind..while me..sumtimes its soo unfair but I guess its olright…it still felt damn good..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Till then Brenddan..thanks, for making another bold entry..haha!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now back to the song “if I let you go”..haha..well its really apt to my situation as well as my feelings for you.. how will I know if let u go…haha..its uppose to be over..i want this to end…but not yet?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again im thinking about&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Taking the easy way out…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yeah..coz I really want to get you off mind, totally get rid you out of my system..but I &lt;span style=""&gt;                                                        &lt;/span&gt;cant…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courage to show of letting you know…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Haha!!ill be damned if I tell you this..no way!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night after night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hear myself say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;why can't this feeling just fade away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;there's no one like you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;you speak to my heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;it's such a shame&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;we're worlds apart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..its stupid, we’re wolds apart..im hir in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, he’s in another country..den I feel like this? I keep on rationalizing..sometimes I scolded myself for bein like this..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;enough ok..enough..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just enjoy d moment..enjoy d feeling for now..have fun..keep him as an inspiration..dont expect for anything and wish for the best..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;there’s nothing wrong with this feeling..there’s nothing wrong with the men we fall in love with..just don’t make ourselves miserable because if them..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-3294448550941726507?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/3294448550941726507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=3294448550941726507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3294448550941726507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/3294448550941726507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-time-to-be-corn.html' title='its time to be corn...'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-7097229810173323027</id><published>2007-09-10T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T03:09:50.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poems of morbid and painful awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRISONER OF FREEDOM&lt;br /&gt;     by  Jason “The Saj” J. Epperson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I once was a free man&lt;br /&gt;       My mind was my own&lt;br /&gt;       Creating and thinking, are things I had known.&lt;br /&gt;       I once was a free man&lt;br /&gt;       My heart was my own&lt;br /&gt;     Sorrow and love, are things I had known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I hiked through dense forests, and sailed the rough sea&lt;br /&gt;       With torrents of rain and the wind howling at me&lt;br /&gt;       It was here that I knew,&lt;br /&gt;       I knew I was free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Now I am a prisoner&lt;br /&gt;       Nothing my own&lt;br /&gt;       Creating and thinking, to me are unknown.&lt;br /&gt;       Now I am a prisoner&lt;br /&gt;       Nothing my own&lt;br /&gt;       Sorrow and love, to me are unknown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I walk through abhorrent creations of man,&lt;br /&gt;       Painted brick walls, part of an expanse of dimly lit halls.&lt;br /&gt;       It was here that I knew,&lt;br /&gt;       I knew I was not free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I see a man in a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;       His mind not his own.&lt;br /&gt;       Thoughts in captivity, the outside unknown&lt;br /&gt;       I see a man in a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;       His heart not his own&lt;br /&gt;       The freedom to love to him is unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; He lives life in a cubicle cell, which often resembles a painting of                   hell.&lt;br /&gt;       Silence so sacred, to utter a word, even to smile would be                   considered absurd.&lt;br /&gt;       It was here that he knew,&lt;br /&gt;       He knew he was not free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A POEM&lt;br /&gt;     by  Leighanne Quinn     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some things are indescribable with things of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;       But remembering memories ties the bounds of the weakness at heart.&lt;br /&gt;       I remember those times,&lt;br /&gt;     The times when I was lonely and thought of only darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I remember you were there,&lt;br /&gt;       scaring away the ravaging beasts that fought for my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I remember the time when I rocked back and forth with insanity,&lt;br /&gt;       trying to force the damaging thoughts away from my mind...&lt;br /&gt;       you were there.&lt;br /&gt;       Spreading your light and burning the beady little eyes of the&lt;br /&gt;       demons that were ripping at my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I remember 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;       I remember the fear.&lt;br /&gt;       I remember the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;       I remember your love.&lt;br /&gt;       I remember thinking that I could call on you and you would immediately               be there.&lt;br /&gt;       I remember thinking, there would be no fear if I were in that situation,               because you&lt;br /&gt;       would guide me to my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I know now of blasphemy.&lt;br /&gt;       The same evil thoughts that contaminate children's and adult's                 minds alike.&lt;br /&gt;       I know that they lose site of you, but you never lose site of                 them.&lt;br /&gt;       Guiding them,&lt;br /&gt;       keeping your neglected heart beating inside of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I still remember things not so pleasant that had to come.&lt;br /&gt;       I remember the rampages,&lt;br /&gt;       I remember the fights,&lt;br /&gt;       I remember the fear,&lt;br /&gt;       I remember the tears.&lt;br /&gt;       I also remember you, My God, saving me from an unkempt mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I may not have a home here, but I know that you are my God, you                     are my family,&lt;br /&gt;       you are my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I see now, of your love.&lt;br /&gt;       I see now of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;       I see now that the very hearts, blood, and soul that are                       in us all...&lt;br /&gt;       is actually the effect of you giving up your son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSALM OF THE SHADOW DWELLER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gothicchristianity.com/images/drops/P.gif" height="44" width="42" /&gt;aint my wings          with blood O Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that I may attract the lost and abandoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paint my wings with blood O Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that I may show the freaks and misfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That they belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That they have a home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That they are loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paint my wings with blood O Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that I may remember the one who shed it for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paint my wings with blood O Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that I may be corrupt no more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paint my wings with blood O Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're all I ever want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're all I ever have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're all I ever need!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without You O Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But with You O Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Adam Flanagan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE IS HER ANGEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gothicchristianity.com/images/drops/H.gif" align="bottom" height="43" width="46" /&gt;e          is the one who heals broken hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He is her angel when the yelling starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; As she cry's he hold's her tight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; He will protect her when they start to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Seeing through her eyes he saw the knife;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; He knew she was going to end her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; He opened his arms and held her tight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; that's when she began to see the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She spoke to him asking if he was God;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; He looked at her and said yes with a nod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; He healed her broken heart;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and informed her that they shall never part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Heather Finch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMITATION ANGEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gothicchristianity.com/images/drops/I.gif" align="bottom" height="47" width="34" /&gt;          haven't got time to break down and I don't know how to erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And there's one too many ghosts that occupy this space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; There's a coffin filled with hate buried inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; At times I can feel the enmity on the verge of breaking free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It whispers to me, “You are just an imitation, you will never          be real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; There's not a single soul that cares how you feel.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; White feathers shedding until they're all gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Could there be a pedestal of hope to ever stand on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Imitation angel embracing the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Withered blooms of smiles turn my fear into a harness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I tread softly but beyond this realm I am dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Like Sally, I am simply in pieces stitched together by a thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; With a faded pink heart sewn against my sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I have found that my past was all make believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Scribbling on pages flow like a stream beneath a bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A door to my soul seems to be coming unhinged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Underneath it all, I am pitch black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; An empty chasm like the eyes of Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How this story you have written haunts me like a ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How I no longer exist grieves me the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I realize you had hopes for pearls and ivory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And what I am is stone and ivy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This path I have chosen is forbidden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; In all direction guilt trips are given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I place my feelings upon a breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to feel the strength return to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No longer weak but icy cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm finally real but no one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Underneath lies delicate bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A crystal heart and writhing moans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Eyes reveal such disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; They believe I am fallen and that I'm broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“These wings you have, they must be stolen!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Here inside the gray I am safe from harm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The black conceals the mystery of my tender charm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; To ward off those who cannot see the angel here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Carolynn Rogers Larson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE POETRY OF NIGHEVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I wished for Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;       But like the wind&lt;br /&gt;       I tried to grasp its beating&lt;br /&gt;       Cyclone heart&lt;br /&gt;       In my fevered fingers&lt;br /&gt;       And find it snaking from&lt;br /&gt;       My fist and flowing free&lt;br /&gt;       It falls and catches&lt;br /&gt;       The blood and tears flowing&lt;br /&gt;       Down my cheek&lt;br /&gt;       Flooding the firmament&lt;br /&gt;       Like all the Yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;       Before and gone&lt;br /&gt;       Lost in time&lt;br /&gt;       Replaced with Tomorrow's fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...written by Nigheve/July 1997&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Rain&lt;br /&gt;       beating down liquid daggers&lt;br /&gt;       piercing my flesh&lt;br /&gt;       leaving it to shred and bleed&lt;br /&gt;       a watery grave&lt;br /&gt;       as flesh and tears mingle&lt;br /&gt;       in the sweet, acid caress of&lt;br /&gt;       rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...written by Nigheve/July 1997&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The sun kisses the sea&lt;br /&gt;       When Blue caresses the horizon&lt;br /&gt;       Waves reaching out&lt;br /&gt;       To catch the wind&lt;br /&gt;       With fingers made of Triton's tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Tears of mine into fingers flow&lt;br /&gt;       For You to catch&lt;br /&gt;       Waves reaching in&lt;br /&gt;       To caress my Blue heart&lt;br /&gt;       Kissed by the Son,&lt;br /&gt;       Transforming sea and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...written by Nigheve/May 1997/#1 of the Colour Series&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; God bless,&lt;br /&gt;       ...Nigheve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nigheve.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.nigheve.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:nigheve@gmail.com"&gt;nigheve@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-7097229810173323027?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7097229810173323027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=7097229810173323027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7097229810173323027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7097229810173323027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/09/goth-poems.html' title='poems of morbid and painful awakening'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-5402868601865548927</id><published>2007-09-10T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:53:56.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just love to wear black...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;i guess i really don't need to explain..this poem i got from a website would be enuf..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY BLACK?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wear black to identify with the culture I love and wish to be associated          with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wear black because it is my favorite color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wear black because it is the most beautiful of all colors and because          I feel beautiful in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wear black because it is liberating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wear black because it evokes a response of awe. It speaks to the sublime          in all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wear black because it is the color of mourning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I mourn for the dying world. I mourn for those lost in darkness. I mourn          for every victim of violent crime and every casualty of war. I mourn for          each senseless act of injustice. I mourn for Him and with Him and I know          that He and He alone will comfort me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I will wear black until the day when He adorns me in white, until          the day when &lt;em&gt;“I see a new heaven and a new earth... the holy          city, the new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared          as a bride adorned for her husband.”&lt;/em&gt; And I hear &lt;em&gt;“a          great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with          people, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and          God himself shall be with them, and be their God. And God shall wipe away          all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow,          nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things          are passed away.”&lt;/em&gt; Revelation 21: 1–4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will wear the color of longing until He paints my palette white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- David Dellman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-5402868601865548927?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5402868601865548927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=5402868601865548927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/5402868601865548927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/5402868601865548927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-love-to-wear-black.html' title='just love to wear black...'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-579134927758742123</id><published>2007-09-10T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:22:02.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G O T H FACT...this is soooo Mhe so check dis out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/RuYl3vWT7kI/AAAAAAAAACY/6W60GRbXmgM/s1600-h/224988893TL637900054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/RuYl3vWT7kI/AAAAAAAAACY/6W60GRbXmgM/s320/224988893TL637900054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108812466831486530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;this article was taken from the website http://www.gothsforjesus.com/...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What is Goth?&lt;br /&gt;Goth is an underground music subculture. It is a community that is centered around shared musical and clothing tastes. Goths are those who listen to Goth Rock, which sometimes includes Post Punk, "Deathrock," and New Wave music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a name="underground"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What does "underground"/"alternative" mean?&lt;br /&gt;Underground means that the music is not mainstream. You will rarely see a Goth Rock band in the news or on MTV or in a contemporary music store. Goth is alternative because it is a minority scene that provides an alternative to modern mainstream music and fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a name="comefrom"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where did Goth come from?&lt;br /&gt;The words "Goth"/"Gothic" were first used to describe a Germanic tribe during the Middle Ages that helped bring down the Roman Empire, the terms were later applied to a style of architecture used in building cathedrals, and then it was applied as a term to describe a type of literature from the 1800's (like Edgar Allan Poe, Mary Shelley, Bram Stoker, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;The term "Goth" as we know it today was coined by several different early Goth Rock bands in the late 1970's and early 1980's. Goth Rock bands like Siouxsie &amp; the Banshees, Joy Division, Bauhaus, and UK Decay were called "gothic" enough by the music media, that eventually the label stuck. In 1979, Tony Wilson, on the BBC program "Something Else," described Joy Division's sound as "gothic in comparison with mainstream pop." In the same year, Siouxsie Sioux made the comment that her band's music was moving in a "gothic" direction.&lt;br /&gt;These were the first major uses of the phrase to describe that kind of music.&lt;br /&gt;The Goth scene was first popularized in dance clubs like The Batcave in London. Many Goth bands got their start on a BBC radio program hosted by John Peel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a name="calledgoth"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why is it called "Goth"?&lt;br /&gt;The term "Goth" as we know it today was coined by several different early Goth Rock bands in the late 1970's and early 1980's. Goth Rock bands like Siouxsie &amp;amp; the Banshees, Joy Division, Bauhaus, and UK Decay were called "gothic" enough by the music media, that eventually the label stuck. In 1979, Tony Wilson, on the BBC program "Something Else," described Joy Division's sound as "gothic in comparison with mainstream pop." In the same year, Siouxsie Sioux made the comment that her band's music was moving in a "gothic" direction.&lt;br /&gt;In 1981, during an interview with UK Decay, the lead singer Abbo described his music as "gothic," which, he explained, is what they called their style of music in England. After a highly successul gig, UK Decay was interviewed by a journalist named Steve Keaton in Belgium. Keaton told UK Decay that their style of music was "gonna become a movement," to which UK Decay responded: "Nah, we'll be gone in six months." Keaton pressed them to give a name to the movement, saying: "It's not punk, it's not dance, or alternative or new pop or mod." Abbo answered, saying: "We're into the whole 'Gothic' Thing," and then proceeded to joke about how his band should have gargoyle-shaped records and only play gigs at cathedrals.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the lead singer of an early Goth Rock band called the SexGang Children, Andi SexGang, used to appear on stage in a big, gothic, warchief outfit. He acquired the nickname "Count Visigoth" because of a joke made by Southern Death Cult frontman, Ian Astbury, and the fans of his band (and ultimately, the fans of the entire genre) came thus to be called "goths".&lt;br /&gt;These were the first major uses of the phrase to describe that kind of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a name="gothlook"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where did the Goth look come from?  Why do they wear black?&lt;br /&gt;The Goth Rock culture came out of the 1970's Punk movement. In that movement, it was often popular for fans of a certain band to dress up like the bandmembers (and the bandmembers usually had some pretty unique outfits). Many of the early Goth personalities like Peter Murphy, Siouxsie Sioux, Ian Astbury, and Robert Smith for example, dressed in monochromatic clothing (blacks, greys, and whites), usually had wild spikey hair, and wore pale face makeup with dark eye shadow and lipstick. Consequently, as these early Goth bands gained fans, the early Goth fans began to dress like them. The Goth style started out as very punky and horror-esque. Later, there were some movies that influenced fashion in the Goth culture as well, like Edward Scizzorhands, The Crow, and The Matrix. Into the 1990's, the Goth look has become more genteel for the most part, incorporating a lot of more elegant, Victorian garb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a name="depressed"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why are Goths depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Not all Goths are depressed, just as not all cheerleaders are airheads, not all nerds are ugly, not all surfers are bums with long blond hair. These are stereotypes, which are often very harmful to other people. Granted, some Goths are depressed, but so are non-Goths. There is no empirical data that suggests that people who are involved in Goth culture are more depressed than people involved in any other culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a name="death"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why are Goths focused on death/darkness?&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a lot of confusion surrounding the Goth aesthetic. Generally, Goth music is distant, brooding, cynical and somewhat hollow sounding. But keep in mind that Goth Rock is an extension of Punk Rock, and so usually Goth music is pretty up-tempo and lively, yet introspective nonetheless. Many Goth Rock bands don't aim to "scare" or "frighten" or "depress," but the music is meant to be unsettling. Siouxsie Sioux said that one of her main goals with her music was to "create tension". This style of music is often misrepresented as being all about "doom and gloom". Most Goths, in fact, have a very good sense of humor, as does a lot of Goth music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a name="music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is Goth music like?&lt;br /&gt;Goth music is a sub-type of Punk Rock and heavily borrows from Post-Punk, New Wave, and Indie music, so actual Goth bands are usually quite up-tempo and lively. Their sound is often somewhat somber and hollow. The singing is usually either very low (like Andrew Eldritch from Sisters of Mercy) or very high pitched (like Andi from the Sex Gang Children). This singing is mostly accompanied by piercing and jangling guitar melodies. And all this is almost always supported by heavy, throbbing tribal drum rhythms. The drums were usually played in a quick, metronome-esque style -- "slow, but fast" as Joy Division's producer, Martin Hannett, infamously put it. Cold, distant synthesizers are thrown in occasionally for good measure. The best way to describe Goth Rock is as a mix between Punk Rock and African/Native American tribal dances. Many Goth Rockers borrowed a lot from Native American culture (Andi Sex-Gang in his warchief garb, Southern Death Cult's song "Apache," and Siouxsie Sioux's monicker for instance).&lt;br /&gt;Goth Rock is not to be confused with the thundering and growling of Hardcore Rock and Black/Death Metal, the loud heaviness of Industrial and EBM, or the obscenities of Shock Rock and some Metal acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a name="metal"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's the difference between Goth Rock and Gothic Metal?&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;i&gt;big&lt;/i&gt; one. While Goth Rock is a sub-type of 80's Punk Rock that originated mainly in England, Gothic Metal is related to Black/Death Metal that came mostly from Los Angeles, USA. The two are often confused because of the similar names and the similarly dark aesthetics. However, the musical style is vastly different. While Goth Rock is usually lively, introspective and employs a relatively normal singing style, Gothic Metal is heavy, frightening, and aggressive and employs growling, screeching vocals. Gothic Metal will often have soft, ethereal female vocals mixed in with the thundering male vocals. Examples of Gothic Metal bands include: Cradle of Filth, Theatre of Tragedy, Type O Negative, Paradise Lost, Tristania, and Anathema.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there will always be those bands who have traversed the genre gap. Lacrimosa is an example of a band who started out playing Goth Rock and eventually moved to Goth Metal. However, this does not mean that the genres are one and the same, or even related for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;Those in the Goth Metal culture, it must be noted, are not technically "Goths," as that was a term invented for followers of Goth Rock. The two are not to be confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a name="findmusic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where can I find Goth music?&lt;br /&gt;As time passes, it seems that it is becoming increasingly difficult to find actual Gothic music. Stores no longer have "Goth" music sections and are now flooded by mistakenly goth labeled bands like Cradle of Filth and Good Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;Real Goth music can still be found however. The best places to find it are your local used CD stores. You can also find a substantial amount of Goth music at FYE and Circuit City. A handful can be found scattered throughout the music sections of Walmart Supercenters, Best Buy, and Sam Goody (once again, the used CD rack is probably your best bet). The most commonly stocked Goth/Post-punk/New Wave bands you'll find will most likely be The Cure, New Order, Peter Murphy, Dead Can Dance, or Siouxsie &amp; the Banshees. Adam &amp;amp; the Ants (or sometimes just called "Adam Ant"), a Goth/New Romantic band, is fairly common to find also. You might get lucky at Target, Pamida, or other small-time shopping centers, but not very often. "Alternative" stores like Hot Topic and Spencers are actually some of the hardest places to find actual Goth music and they are usually quite pricey, so they are not recommended.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the easiest place to find the Goth album you want is online. Sites like Amazon.com and Ebay.com have virtually every CD you could ever want. The only downside is that you usually have to use a Paypal account or a credit card, and many people are wary of doing that. However, if you can find a safe and secure website to make transactions, you'll find a plethora of wonderful music at your fingertips. You can also download specific songs for around a dollar per song at sites like Mp3.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a name="manson"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is Marilyn Manson Goth?&lt;br /&gt;No, Marilyn Manson is NOT Goth. He is a Metal Shock Rocker and has never claimed to be Goth. Many people (including fans of Manson themselves) mistakenly believe that Manson and his music are Gothic. However, contrary to what angsty little teenagers and misinformed media may say, Marilyn Manson is NOT Goth and any true Goth will tell you the same thing. Other bands that are sometimes called Goth but are actually not Goth are: Slipknot, Incubus, Korn, Linkin Park, Good Charlotte, Evanescence, Avril Lavigne, Lacuna Coil, Alice Cooper, KISS, Cradle of Filth, etc. None of those are Goth bands. In fact, most of those bands are often on MTV or in popular music media, and thus are not underground, and thus are not Goth (because Goth is an underground subculture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a name="satanicpagan"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is Goth Satanic or Pagan?&lt;br /&gt;Goth music and Goth clothing do not come from Satanism or Paganism. Most Goths are not either Pagans or Satanists. Some Goths may happen to be, but many non-Goths are Satanists and Pagans as well. Goth is an artistic movement centered around music and fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a name="religion"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What religion are Goths?&lt;br /&gt;Goths come from every walk of life and from every religion. Goth itself is not a religion, it is merely a type of music and a style of clothing and appearance. Some research indicates that the majority of Goths are actually Christians, at least nominally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a name="cryforhelp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is Goth a Cry for Help?&lt;br /&gt;In short, No. Goth is not a cry for help. However, one must be careful in dealing with people who may be trying to get attention because they are suicidal or depressed. Some real cries for help to watch out for are: Long-lasting depression, losing interest in favorite activities, giving away massive amounts of their possessions, a feeling of utter hopelessness about the future, constant putting down of self, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately many of these real warning signs are passed up because people are too focused on music genres and clothing styles. Wearing black and listening to Goth Rock is rarely a cry for help, it is mostly just a matter of personal preferences. &lt;a href="http://www.metanoia.org/suicide/" target="_blank"&gt;Www.metanoia.org/suicide/&lt;/a&gt; is a great site to visit if you or someone you know is suicidal or depressed.&lt;br /&gt;There is no empirical data that shows that suicide or depression are more common amongst Goths than amongst other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Goths drink / do drugs?&lt;br /&gt;No, there is no empirical data that shows that those involved in Goth culture do more drugs, drink more alcohol, or smoke more than non-Goths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are Goths sexually deviant?&lt;br /&gt;There is some confusion here because some of the clothing fashion in Goth culture is also used in Sex or Sado-Masochism culture. Collars, bondage clothing, chains, straps, and buckles are often worn by Goths, but not as a symbol of any sort of sexual deviance. It's all just a matter of style and what the person thinks looks good. Granted, there are some Goths who are sexually deviant, but there are just as many non-Goths if not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a name="schoolshooters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't Goths school shooters?&lt;br /&gt;Once again, this is a common misconception and a dangerous stereotype. After the Columbine shootings, the media had to quickly find a short, easy answer as to why this happened. They overlooked obvious causes like the fact that these kids were picked on and rejected by their peers, they had easy access to weapons, they were involved in dangerous philosophies like Naziism, and the fact that they were very angry and hopeless for the fact that they wore black trenchcoats. First of all, trenchcoats and the color black are certainly not limited to Goth culture. Many other movements incorporate these things like Metal, Industrial, Ravers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take much common sense to see that there are infinitely more non-Goth murderers than there are Goth murderers. In fact, Goths in general are very tolerant, accepting, and passive, not aggressive or angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people become Goths?&lt;br /&gt;Some people choose to identify with Goth culture because they enjoy the music, because they enjoy the social life and the other people involved in the culture, and because they are attracted to the Goth style of clothing. Depression and suicidalness does not attract people to Goth, simply because most bands are not depressing -- introspective, unsettling and strange perhaps, but not depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one become Goth?&lt;br /&gt;There are no ceremonies or rituals that "make someone Goth" or initiate someone into Goth culture. In fact, many people aren't even sure what it is that makes a person a "Goth". Some people might listen to Goth music, but not dress Goth. Some may dress Goth, but not listen to the music. Even many Goths are unsure of what makes them Goths. Most generally agree that it is a combination of being a fan of the music, having a certain appearance style, being knowledgeable about the Goth culture, and being socially involved in the culture. And of course, one could still be all of those things and not be Goth, because being Goth involves a self-declaration. If someone doesn't want to be Goth, then they're not, but they can still listen to that style of music and dress in that way. A Goth has to actually want to be called Goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a name="christiansbegoth"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can Christians be Goth?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Goth is amoral, meaning that it does not make someone either better or worse. It is just a matter of personal preference -- musical and fashion tastes. Goth itself is not a religion and there is no one religion that all Goths follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do if someone becomes Goth?&lt;br /&gt;My suggestion is to support them in that decision and to try to objectively understand their tastes and preferences. Please do not use misconceptions and stereotypes that people have fed you over the years to decide your viewpoint concerning someone who becomes a Goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-579134927758742123?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/579134927758742123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=579134927758742123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/579134927758742123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/579134927758742123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/09/g-o-t-h-factthis-is-soooo-mhe-so-check.html' title='G O T H FACT...this is soooo Mhe so check dis out!!'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/RuYl3vWT7kI/AAAAAAAAACY/6W60GRbXmgM/s72-c/224988893TL637900054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-8447931804536181302</id><published>2007-09-10T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:52:05.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M    s    G    s   from    B  r   E n   D   a  N</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i keep on thinking of dis guy...he's d one that annihilates my defenses..grrr...he begins to disrupt my sanity, as well as my rationality..oh how i miss him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;one msg is enuf to keep me inspired d whole day..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;well, i guess i jus nid to keep him to make me inspired...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ill just use him as my inspiration, and not my destruction...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh pleeeaaassseee..enuf of dt...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to keep this faith...we'll still keep in touch..though not always,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;but i know he stil find time to keep in touch with no matter how busy he is..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i just wish brendan that you're always great and in good health..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i wish you nothing but success...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for d MsGs coming from you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;for your effort to keep in touch w me no matter how busy you are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;thanks for d mornin greetings in d afternoon, knowing that you remember me first thing in d morning, though you haven't take your breakfast yet..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;thanks for d mornin greetings, knowing that you think of me, first thing in d morning...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur miles away and you don't know what you're doing to me...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;that i always think of u evry now and then..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;oh how i miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;one msg is enuf to make me smile...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know i cant live my life well like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i cannot go on nor survive with this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i know that something is wrong with me..and its not ur fault..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;d problem is in mhe..&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;d only thing and..i think d best thing for me to do...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;is to have faith, in me, in you..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;haha..i remember a line in a song..."assume nothing, hope for d best"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;im just to happy that in short time span, just like a blur but a lifetime enough to keep it in my deepest memory...you've share a piece of you..haha..i mean you tell me about your life..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;your success in work and some confusions..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;im glad to hear dt, knowing that its mhe whom you choose to share it with...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i wanna thank you..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know but im just so thankful you became a part of my life..even though i might realize one day that im nothing to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;but my heart refuse to believe..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;im someone special for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i wish you nothing but success B-R-E-N-D-AN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;just kip in touch if you have time..one msg is enuf..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-8447931804536181302?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8447931804536181302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=8447931804536181302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/8447931804536181302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/8447931804536181302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/09/m-s-g-s-from-b-r-e-n-d-n.html' title='M    s    G    s   from    B  r   E n   D   a  N'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-4953102714637559670</id><published>2007-09-07T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:12:09.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L i F e 's   a   f  u c  k i n     B--i--T---c--H ?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/RuHrKPWT7cI/AAAAAAAAABY/CGcex4eFZtA/s1600-h/yashod_white+lady+at+sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/RuHrKPWT7cI/AAAAAAAAABY/CGcex4eFZtA/s320/yashod_white+lady+at+sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107622013566184898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes, you might agree on the saying&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“life’s a bitch!”, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“ life sucks!!”, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“ life is not always a bed of roses”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or the most common phrase that we always hear:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“life is so unfair”….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Got tired of hearing those lines or this is the fuckin motto of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; life? Hell, yeah!! A lot of you may answer in unison… But don’t you realize that the fact &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; still fuckin alive and breathin is worth more than a gratitude to be thankful for? The fact that you can still go home and still in one piece is a proof that &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; fuckin damn wasted life is meant to exist. But what do we do? Life itself is suppose to be a friggin gift from our Creator. Majority of us, just like me( im not exempted ok?!, ill be damned if I still pretend to be one of a hell penitent sinner…) though don’t deserve even a single right nor gutz to breathe the zest of life, r still livin it the way we simply please…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyday we realize how stupid we are for makin’ ourselves miserable. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thinkin that we don’t have enuf, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thinkin’ that somebody or many people has more possessions than us&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thinkin that somebody is better than us…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thinkin that we are not good enuf….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thinkin that we are ugly and a lot of pipol are more beautiful than us..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh give me a damn fuckin break!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Im so sick and tired of this!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enuf ok? E-N-U-F!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;wHen our Creator designed the universe, He didn’t simply create it. All the things that are made for the existence of His desire. I really cant explain it, but everything is designed with purpose and all of the delivers the breathe of His omnipotence and perfection. And that includes the Life of Human Being. I do belong to this specie, aight? But what am I doin? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I always complain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I expect a lot but give less effort&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I take more but I give less&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m never satisfied of what I have&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want more, more, more!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Till I get tired, frustrated, and desperate&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Damn fucking down-hearted&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So pathetic and God-forsakenly rotten…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until I realize,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;wHat have I done?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is it life that makes me miserable or is it the rotten tripe M-H-E makin my life so fuckin useless and damn wasted after all? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then I wake up one morning that it’s not yet too late.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To start again..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With new life…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A brand new me..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A new person in me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A person who loves to live&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A person who lives life to the fullest&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A person who breathes an air of healthy life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A person with renewed spirit..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So how can I say life’s a bitch when it’s M-H-E bitching my bitchy life after all? When it’ suppose to be beautiful, creative and full of fun and adventure? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374408011032773883-4953102714637559670?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4953102714637559670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=4953102714637559670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/4953102714637559670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/4953102714637559670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/09/l-i-f-e-s-f-u-c-k-i-n-b-i-t-c-h.html' title='L i F e &apos;s   a   f  u c  k i n     B--i--T---c--H ?!?!'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/RuHrKPWT7cI/AAAAAAAAABY/CGcex4eFZtA/s72-c/yashod_white+lady+at+sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374408011032773883.post-7211033930132300073</id><published>2007-09-06T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:08:53.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='focus on d roots not on fruits'/><title type='text'>unconditional passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/RuEUBPWT7bI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Jtvbom7TNP8/s1600-h/woman+kissing+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/RuEUBPWT7bI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Jtvbom7TNP8/s320/woman+kissing+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107385463947390386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;d past years ive been trying to concentrate on getting the favorable result that i wanna get after d work..well i guess that was a natural instinctive reaction.. hu wants to work hard for nothing? wen we r into sumthing, we are motivated not by what we really want but the result that we're anticipating to reap... but unfortunately, sometimes no matter how hard we try, how effective our strategic plan, failure is always an inevitable outcome.. is there somthing wrong with us? with the situation? or with several factors.. but there are two reprehensible elements for this failure... its either that we put the blame on oursleves or other pipol.. after this frustration comes in, disappointment, desperation, until such time that we loose our stimulant to do our best... sometimes, its much better to ponder on how can we make it again next time rather than to brood over and over again.. its not bad to ponder wt r d things we did to fail.. though sumtimes we can really answer dt, sumtimes, its gud to kip in mind that there are things that you did best but wasnt gud enuf in sum ways..that's life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;but don't u see? our mistakes just help us to be better.. its a paradox and an irony, but our mistakes is frequently beneficial on our part if we allow ourselves to put them on a positive perspective.. i remember my favorite author then, ken blanchard is his name and his book is entitled "make a life not just a living"... in his book he told his reader to focus on the roots not on the fruits.. which is exactly related to what im talking about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;when we do something, we're always focused on getting favorable result.. but what is really important is the reason why we are doing something...doing something that we really love with all our mind, heart, and soul, regardless of the result.. wow!! i now call this unconditional passion...yeah!! got it?!! agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;sometimes, building this unconditional passion is more rewarding than focusing on the external rewards...so as the intrisic motivation rather than the extrinsic motivation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;wen u do this without expecting in return other than you just simply love it, its more fulfilling, enduring, and rewarding in a thousand ways whatever the result..but of course, there is nothing satisfying than to produce gud results after hard work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;unconditional passion to do your work stands the test of time, keeps you going no matter how tough the situation is... it cultivates your creativity to pursue despite of harsh cimrcutnces brought by people around you, as well as the external environment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;did u feel unconquerable inside? i do.. let the unconditional passion burn inside my heart eternally...&lt;/span&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/374408011032773883-7211033930132300073?l=eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7211033930132300073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374408011032773883&amp;postID=7211033930132300073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7211033930132300073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374408011032773883/posts/default/7211033930132300073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyeinthevampsky.blogspot.com/2007/09/unconditional-passion.html' title='unconditional passion'/><author><name>eyerock4Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16998754315292481368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/S6d2rV-L9cI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZYblNTFnQ5U/S220/iyish2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gwk3inUWCfw/RuEUBPWT7bI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Jtvbom7TNP8/s72-c/woman+kissing+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
