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0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now that I've grown up,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;things have changed and fast.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I can't seem to keep myself,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;sitting at the feet i once loved.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The heart of Mary that I've had,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Has far gone long now away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Martha's heart is what I've caught,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and now I'm tired and lost.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I can't see the joy of living no more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Work and responsibilities is all i have.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The joy of life has long gone disappeared.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Oh God, I miss sitting at your feet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to put all the trays down,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and just listen and be with You.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But i don't understand at all,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Why I can't do it Oh Lord. . &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Are the trays stuck on my hands?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Oh dear God. I want to sit down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to be near, oh so close to You.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I've lost track of my sight, i need You.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Dear God, can you please help this lad?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am long astray, working like crazy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I've pleased others more than You.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;How can i keep my eyes back to You?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Dear God Dear God. .  How i miss you so.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Please take me back, I'm tired and lost.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to sit once again at your feet,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And listen to the beauty of your voice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Dear God. . Please forgive my heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For it has began to please others,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And lost sight of your amazing love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now my heart is oh so weary and pale. . &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Dear God. .  I ask for the heart of Mary,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to sit at your feet once again,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to let go of these trays,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and let the heart of Martha fade away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;God, my God. Please hear my Plea,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Bring me back, Oh God please.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know only You can save this heart,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This weary, tired and faded heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;At Your feet, once more I want to sit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-3495725240942050351?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3495725240942050351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=3495725240942050351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3495725240942050351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3495725240942050351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-your-feet.html' title='At Your Feet'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-695065444286598807</id><published>2011-09-08T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:41:11.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Yours</title><content type='html'>God, right now I at a loss,&lt;div&gt;You know deep within me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That i have nothing left,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't do anything anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have nothing else. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am at the end of my rope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slowly realized that. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't do anything anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to trust in YOU. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to understand that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i really have is YOU. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letting go of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God. I need you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lay it all up on our hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only you can touch this heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you can take it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take away all the feelings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I may keep the gift,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That You have freely given me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need Your grace Oh, God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is all Yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take it and please don't let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-695065444286598807?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/695065444286598807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=695065444286598807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/695065444286598807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/695065444286598807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-all-yours.html' title='It&apos;s All Yours'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-1929125261452803614</id><published>2011-08-07T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:59:40.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 7 2011</title><content type='html'>Today... i witnessed a proposal :)&lt;div&gt;My wonderful friends Sharon &amp;amp; Joseph. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Hiragino Kaku Gothic ProN', serif; font-size: 12px; "&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/1584403541621706229-1929125261452803614?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1929125261452803614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=1929125261452803614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1929125261452803614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1929125261452803614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-7-2011.html' title='August 7 2011'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-6351376826552094096</id><published>2011-07-26T17:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T08:50:40.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Careful</title><content type='html'>Yes, I like someone.&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am paranoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am thinking too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am too careful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't regret being like this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's keeping me safe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's keeping me pure in a way;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's saving me from serious pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liking someone is wonderful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tho it is tough as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It should be handled with great care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or it'll badly get out of hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feelings taken for granted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is a very serious offense;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is to be taken seriously,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or it'll create serious mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I value our friendship so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I make sure my guard is up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like him but i've got to be careful;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For as they say, Love is patient indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like him, I am paranoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am too careful coz I like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to wait for God's Hand to move,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz He indeed is writing my story. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-6351376826552094096?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6351376826552094096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=6351376826552094096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/6351376826552094096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/6351376826552094096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2011/07/too-careful.html' title='Too Careful'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-3700291915926596457</id><published>2011-07-06T05:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T05:51:35.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Am I! Send me.</title><content type='html'>God. . &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here Am I! Send me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple words, but powerful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken for granted, but honored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the world is falling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everyone's hope is fading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will still remain and say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here Am I! Send me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my dreams &amp;amp; hopes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are stepped on and destroyed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will still believe and say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here Am I!Send me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all have betrayed me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lost all my dear ones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will still stand firm and say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here Am I! Send me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am nothing, but I am here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need me not, but I will serve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You asked whom You shall send,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Here Am I! Send me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-3700291915926596457?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3700291915926596457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=3700291915926596457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3700291915926596457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3700291915926596457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2011/07/here-am-i-send-me.html' title='Here Am I! Send me.'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-8139877407655922449</id><published>2011-07-05T05:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T05:53:14.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does it really mean?</title><content type='html'>What does it really mean,&lt;div&gt;When I accept Christ in my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What changes can it really do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What exactly does it do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up having my life in Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't really know the other side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of not having Him in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this I clearly know deeply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That when One has received Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All his sins are forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of his past can affect him now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is given a new clean slate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing to pay back for,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing to suffer of,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No consequence to face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just plain grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to accept I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living a life full of sin and hatred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I myself can't understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why He gave salvation so freely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgiveness given gracefully,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love given unconditionally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope given whole-heartedly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life given in a brand new way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how others view it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When encountering Christ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are a new being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something changes definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accepting Christ as Savior,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all those past sins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takes away all those sins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With His sacrificed blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, no one can comprehend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such grace given to us sinners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we don't deserve a bit of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But He freely gave it in love. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what's stopping you from accepting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you have nothing to repay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you have to do is turn away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from all your sins and doubts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's as easy as that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i tell you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;accepting Him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't regret it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His love is just so amazing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more lonely nights,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more hopeless mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just plain love and joy. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what does it really mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accepting Christ in your life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reconciles you with Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's as simple as that : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reconciling with Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes you a new creation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old things have passed away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All things have become new. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Corinthians 5:17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-8139877407655922449?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8139877407655922449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=8139877407655922449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8139877407655922449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8139877407655922449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-does-it-really-mean.html' title='What does it really mean?'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-7126378415689417105</id><published>2011-07-03T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:51:11.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel magalong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shirielise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Calling</title><content type='html'>I am born at a perfect time.&lt;div&gt;Breathed life for a reason.&lt;div&gt;Stepped out for a purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living for a calling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am meant for something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that i can't comprehend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something I can't clearly see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But faithfully can hold onto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am called for something great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even greater than living itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't born to just survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was called to do something great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as i grew up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world blinded my vision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly i forgot that i was called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Began to live life just to survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living just to survive is just empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's living in void and confusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having no sense of worth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having nothing to foresee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living life in that way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is simply as good as dying already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is nothing but a dead end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing to see, nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meaningless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect definition of life survival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why live for no reason?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's better to end it now than suffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I was about to give up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To leave this evil world behind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tiny spark of a loving memory,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enlightened my once dead vision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The One who called me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Showed Himself in pure love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gave me a hand and lifted me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And gave me smile of hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't give up just yet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You live for a calling.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am with you, You will not fail."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am indeed called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called for a reason, a purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called to love &amp;amp; live for Him alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is my highest calling. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Calling'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-4343684272686618241</id><published>2011-05-28T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T22:40:16.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Besheeh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel magalong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shirielise'/><title type='text'>The Bridge</title><content type='html'>Today I almost lost someone dear,&lt;div&gt;Because i wanted to run away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when the tough gets going,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got myself ready to turn away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried drowning on my bed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried to throw every memory away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to run and turn away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from this someone dear to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the funniest thing happened. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how i let go of the rope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If he won't let go of his,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bridge won't fall off at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This bridge of friendship that we have,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That i was oh so ready to leave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was not destroyed at all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because he hold onto his end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that he held on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;means there's hope for both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can still fix it and put it up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite the brokenness it had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when i was about to give up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He held stronger than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course he got his help from above,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to strengthen him on the hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the beauty of friendship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is given from above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When its about to break off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strong bonds would not let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is indeed the maker of all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He set this bridge for us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and He is willing to keep it forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how much I break it apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you my dear best friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for not letting go of your end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It gave so much hope and joy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That made me hold on once again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-4343684272686618241?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4343684272686618241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=4343684272686618241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/4343684272686618241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/4343684272686618241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2011/05/bridge.html' title='The Bridge'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-5659895465608463592</id><published>2011-03-09T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T23:06:43.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;i don't know what to say,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;but right now all i can do is cry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When you needed me the most,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;i didn't get to be there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Such pain you've gone thru,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and yet you thought of me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I hate you for not telling me a thing,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and i hate myself for not being there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;i hate the fact that i have these rules,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;i hate the fact that i didn't get to see,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;How much pain you've gone thru,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Just because of some stupid rule.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I wanted to be there for you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;but i wasn't able to be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You were right in front me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and i couldn't do a thing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;you were right in front of me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and i didn't get to see a thing,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;i didn't get to see the marks,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that gave you so much pain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;All i could respond was thru tears,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;i don't know what to say nor give,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;how i wish i can heal your wounds,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;or bring back time and give you a hug.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I hate the fact that i wasn't there for you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;i hate the fact that i didn't see a thing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You've gone thru so much pain,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and no one was there to be with you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'm sorry. From the bottom of my heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to say something,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;but only tears came out of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-5659895465608463592?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/5659895465608463592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=5659895465608463592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/5659895465608463592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/5659895465608463592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2011/03/silent-words.html' title='Silent Words'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-7747908136929485927</id><published>2010-12-08T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:38:01.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel magalong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shirielise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>My Love, My God</title><content type='html'>You watched me walk alone,&lt;br /&gt;Never took Your eyes away from me,&lt;br /&gt;You never left me as i walked,&lt;br /&gt;Prepared to catch me if I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love, My God.&lt;br /&gt;You never left my side.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I thought you did,&lt;br /&gt;You actually never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love, My God.&lt;br /&gt;Without you my soul is gone,&lt;br /&gt;Without you my life is a wreck,&lt;br /&gt;Without you I am nothing but dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love, My God.&lt;br /&gt;I missed you so,&lt;br /&gt;Please walk with me,&lt;br /&gt;Side by side forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love, My God.&lt;br /&gt;You are my first and my last,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be compared,&lt;br /&gt;To You in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love, My God.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for painting the stars,&lt;br /&gt;For me to see that you care,&lt;br /&gt;That you are watching over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love, My God.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your smile,&lt;br /&gt;That kept me going in life,&lt;br /&gt;That kept me loved .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love, My God.&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever take your place,&lt;br /&gt;You belong in my heart alone,&lt;br /&gt;No one else can be there but You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love, My God.&lt;br /&gt;Change my heart and stay inside,&lt;br /&gt;My soul is thirsty for you,&lt;br /&gt;and my body longs for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love, My God.&lt;br /&gt;Stay inside me forever,&lt;br /&gt;Till the day I see you face to face,&lt;br /&gt;Please take control of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love, My God.&lt;br /&gt;My emotions are all yours,&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are all yours,&lt;br /&gt;My choices are all yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love, My God.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking me back,&lt;br /&gt;To your loving arms,&lt;br /&gt;To your wings of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love, My God.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me so. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-7747908136929485927?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/7747908136929485927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=7747908136929485927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/7747908136929485927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/7747908136929485927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-love-my-god.html' title='My Love, My God'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-2253363218056481554</id><published>2010-12-01T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T08:31:30.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shirielise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God, I've changed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;God I've changed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Can you still hear me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am not the one before,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I've grown up and squandered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I've lost my faith in you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And had endless doubts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;God I've changed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Can you still hear me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'm not the same as before,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I don't sing from my heart,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I've lost my interest in you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But my heart needs you so.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;God I've changed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Can you still hear me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I don't do my prayers no more,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I've stopped writing letters for you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I stopped giving my best,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I've come to the end of my road.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;God I've changed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Can you still hear me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I pray and i pray,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But no answer i can hear,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know i've brought pain,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Oh God please give me grace.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;God I've changed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Can you still hear me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'm not the girl you used to know,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I've lost my way,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am not as innocent as before,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am filled in filth and dirt.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;God I've changed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Can you still hear me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I loved the world more than you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;MY heart is so thirsty oh God,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Can you still hear me dear God?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Can you see my tears from my heart?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;God I've changed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Can you still accept me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Coz i just realized i can't live without you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-2253363218056481554?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/2253363218056481554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=2253363218056481554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/2253363218056481554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/2253363218056481554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2010/12/god-ive-changed.html' title='God, I&apos;ve changed.'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-3432332624004400360</id><published>2010-09-01T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T15:05:30.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Verse 1:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's the little things that counts,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;the silent hellos that you give,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;the sweet smile that you flash,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;the little thoughts that you share.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's the little things that matter,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that make my life go wonder.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's the little things that saves me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;from all these craziness around.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Verse 2:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Say my name out right,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;it sure gives me a lift.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Look at me and smile,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'll flash it back with a blush.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's the little things that matter,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that make my life go wonder.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's the little things that saves me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;from all these craziness around.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So please,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Don't ignore the little things,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That make you and I go smile&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's a treasure to keep,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that should be kept sweet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-3432332624004400360?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3432332624004400360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=3432332624004400360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3432332624004400360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3432332624004400360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-things.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-1124705945805942355</id><published>2010-08-02T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:29:06.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Point</title><content type='html'>I came to the point into which I've accepted that I could never understand God's Ways. I might know it in His perfect timing or will never know about it till the day that i reconcile with Him :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-1124705945805942355?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1124705945805942355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=1124705945805942355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1124705945805942355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1124705945805942355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2010/08/point.html' title='The Point'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-1864952277097847027</id><published>2010-08-02T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T18:12:15.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it.</title><content type='html'>I've had enough of this.&lt;div&gt;I know i'm different,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the way i think or express.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had enough of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody could understand me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except my family and God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One or two friends maybe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that's it and it ends there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of explaining who I am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired of being different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got to blend in and be silent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and leave my thoughts somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had enough pains of ignorance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or misjudgment, of unacceptance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am closing my doors of openness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let my art express who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me close who I am for a year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i can do now is listen and be silent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give a couple of advices if needed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if not, this one must shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just so tired of who I am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i cannot destroy who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather i will adjust and do what i can,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let God do the rest and the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the end of the rope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will keep my thoughts for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It stays that way indefinitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-1864952277097847027?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1864952277097847027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=1864952277097847027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1864952277097847027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1864952277097847027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2010/08/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s it.'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-6237449668075847568</id><published>2010-07-28T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:38:15.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know this ain't right,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This feeling i have for you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know it's no sin as well,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But why do i feel so wrong?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I feel like i've created a crime,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That i never expected to do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's too late to go back right now,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A second chance is no option at all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I wanted to be there for you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;As you've been there for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Thing is you've never let me in,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No matter how hard i've tried&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know this is wrong,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This is my biggest crime i know,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I love you, I'm sorry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am letting go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-6237449668075847568?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6237449668075847568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=6237449668075847568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/6237449668075847568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/6237449668075847568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-you-im-sorry.html' title='I love you, I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-3111659417642495585</id><published>2010-07-28T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T05:46:37.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I like you but i can't love you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Why must these feelings arise?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I never wanted to end up this way,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But I guess I can't change the facts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Why does it have to be this way?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To know I've fallen when you faded away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I didn't know How precious you were,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Till my heart lost sight of you…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I can't stop thinking about,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The times that i was with you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;If only i could erase these mem'ries&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then maybe i could let go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Thing is I've loved you I'm sorry,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know it's unfair for you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Don't worry, I'll keep it all for myself,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know you'll love someone better than I.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;All i could be is a friend,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know you'll never look back,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It hurts to know it ends up this way,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But hey, it was all a mistake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-3111659417642495585?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3111659417642495585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=3111659417642495585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3111659417642495585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3111659417642495585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2010/07/mistake.html' title='A mistake'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-636727534730243288</id><published>2010-07-28T06:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T06:05:05.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwanted Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I haven't spoken with you for awhile,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's been hard for me after you faded.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You don't know this for I was silent,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Coz I didn't want to be a burden to you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A friend is all i wanted you to be,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But what can i do right now?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am only a girl who has emotions n such.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am so sorry for liking you this way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have so many questions i want to ask,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Too many for me to even keep,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to ask these things sometime,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But i guess it'll ruin the friendship we have.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Why aren't you talking to me anymore?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;What did I ever do that made you stop?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now that you know me, you don't like it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know I'm weird, is too much for you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;All i need is for you to be a friend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But where are you when i needed you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;YOu only talk to me when i have problems,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When i want to share my happiness with you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You've changed so much lately,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You said you were busy but now you're not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know something changed in you so much,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And it hurts me a lot in silence you know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I don't want to talk to you about these.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I never wanted to be a burden for you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I guess this friendship is slowly fading,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And everything is my fault i believe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have too many memories with you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And i can't help but look back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Too much happiness for me to forget,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But right now they're a pain in my heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This stupid feelings i have for you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Ruined everything that I had with you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I never wanted to end up this way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But what could i possibly do?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to talk to you right now,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Don't know if i can be happy or not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I just miss the old times that's for sure,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;but i guess you'll never be back so soon.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I believe this is the time for me to say "Goodbye"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For these feelings are not so good anymore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I've got to move on and leave it behind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know it's just friendship for you but not mine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You may never know why I will fade,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You'll never notice it anyway.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I miss you so much and I don't want to see you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that's the irony when feelings arise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The sweet cool breeze of the air&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This is what I always look forward to every day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am a digital artist and most of my days my computer is what I face.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;From time to time I am sucked in into my computer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Really I feel detached from the world itself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It’s hard to be sucked in technology,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I lose who and what I am.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But once I open my windows and feel the cool breeze cross through my face,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It wakes me up from this technology illusion I am in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This sweet cool breeze reminds me that I am alive in the real world,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Breathing, alive and awake.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Honestly, deep within my heart,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am afraid of losing this cool air I daily enjoy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I whisper a prayer to God everyday that He will still provide this cool air,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Despite the fact that it is almost ruined by the pollution of the world.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The sweet cool breeze is what I need the most; it’s my treasure,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My fear of losing it provided a way for me to protect it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;As simple as throwing my garbage at the right places,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Or taking care of the plants around my place&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Simple as it may seem but I know it creates a change.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know I’m just a small part of this world,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But I am still a part of this world and I believe change begins,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;With me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>Am I pretty?</title><content type='html'>Ama, am I pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama do you think this dress is pretty?&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is, but the smile that you wear is prettier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama do you think this jewelry is pretty?&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is, but the glee in your eyes are prettier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama do you think this flower looks pretty?&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is, but your natural look is prettier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama do you think this nail polish looks pretty?&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is, but what your hands create are prettier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama do you think this cookie I made is pretty?&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is, but your thoughtfulness is prettier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama do you think this song is pretty?&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is, but your voice is prettier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama do you think this huggable bear is pretty?&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is, but your sweet hugs are prettier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama do you think I'm pretty?&lt;br /&gt;No I don't, because you're far more beautiful just to be called pretty. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-8109845515808298978?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8109845515808298978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=8109845515808298978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8109845515808298978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Helvetica"&gt;If I was given a chance to be a wife,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And given a husband who is…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A Nurse or a Doctor,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I would gladly visit his lonely patients,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To Spend time, to listen, to sing for them&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Lovely songs that would put them to rest.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A Chef or a Baker,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I would gladly offer my creativity,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Offer some colorful icing designs,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Or even package his creations in delight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A Musician or a Composer,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I would gladly sing his compositions,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Sing along with him when he needs me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And brew his coffee when he stays up late.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A Writer or an Editor,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I would gladly offer my illustration skills,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Read his writings no matter what,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And bake a cake for him when he is done.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A Potter or an Artisan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I would gladly watch him work,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Play instrumental music to create a mood,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then advertise his crafts in whatever way i can.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;An Athlete or a Coach&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I would gladly watch all his games,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Celebrate his win or not hard work,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And create huge banners in support for him&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;An Actor or a Director&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I would gladly watch his rehearsals,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Patiently wait for him whatever goes,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then cook Dinner for him every night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;An Artist or Digital Artist&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I will stay up late with him,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Do the same thing he loves the most,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And give him a hug when he gets frustrated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Whoever my husband is to be,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to be his artist in every way,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Support him in his plans for life,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And never leave his side no matter what.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The bottom line of this is,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to be just like my mother. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A very loving mother of four,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A supportive wife to my only father.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I can't help but be inspired&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;With the way she lived her life,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;In total support to my father,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No matter what happened she was there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This poem is for her,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To let her see what she has implanted in me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She has always been an awesome mother,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And the greatest example of what a wife should be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know i can never be the perfect wife,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But one thing is for sure,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have an amazing mother with me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Who'd guide me on how to be one :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-4185940113498844424?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4185940113498844424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=4185940113498844424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/4185940113498844424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/4185940113498844424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2010/05/her.html' title='Her'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-5752188152092063842</id><published>2010-05-02T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:43:09.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel magalong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>A woman of worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She is someone who cares a lot,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;In which we greatly take for granted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Her care is so genuine,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that you and I could not understand.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She is someone who loves to love,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Into which we sometimes think is too much,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A love that we say we don't need right now,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But it is a love that we seriously need forever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She is someone who thinks of you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Day and night praying for your safety.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;THough you may not know,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She says I love you when your fast asleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She is someone who cries for you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When your tears could no longer fall.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A silent love into which is so loud,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that we easily start to ignore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She is someone who is loved the least,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Yet gives the greatest love with no exchange.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A love that is so pure and sacrificial,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To the point that death is no longer a fear.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She is a woman of worth, a woman of God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She is a rare jewel that cannot be duplicated,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Her love is unchangeable, uncrushable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Who is this woman I talk about?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She's a mother.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My mother, your mother is our greatest treasure,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Appreciate her for she deserves that love,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Remember, she loved you, so so much,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Even before the day that you were born. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-5752188152092063842?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/5752188152092063842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=5752188152092063842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/5752188152092063842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/5752188152092063842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2010/05/woman-of-worth.html' title='A woman of worth'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-1267507210543213922</id><published>2010-03-25T09:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:58:56.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>To keep or to Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;Want to keep me? Or love me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;If you want to keep me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;be sure you know your place,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;You're my friend &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;And that won't change.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;If you want to keep me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;Don't even try to chase me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;Set me free and let me live,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;Don't hold me like you own me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;If you want to keep me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;Stay where you are,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;Don't take a step,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;That you cannot take back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;If you want to keep me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;Don't you dare touch me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;I know your thoughts,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;So don't even dare and try.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;If you want to keep me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;Don't provoke me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;Don't take a risk,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;that'll end up in regret.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;In the other hand.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;If you want to love me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;More than you do now,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;Be sure you know&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;What you're getting yourself in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;If you want to love me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;Be sure you'll never leave me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;If you're not sure,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;Don't even bother trying.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;If you want to love me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;Be prepared to be rejected,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;Coz for the courage,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;I might keep you still.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;If you want to love me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;Don't strangle me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;I won't give you all,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;No compromises.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;If you want to love me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;Be sure to be careful,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;I break easily,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;And I'm hard to fix.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;If you want to love me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;You gotta chase after me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;It's a tough race,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;You better win.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;If you want to love me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;You better love Him first,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;If you don't,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'"&gt;I'd reject you forever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Lucida Grande'; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px 'Zapf Dingbats'"&gt;❤&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Zapf Dingbats', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-1267507210543213922?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1267507210543213922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=1267507210543213922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1267507210543213922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1267507210543213922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-keep-or-to-love.html' title='To keep or to Love'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-5923378910530483808</id><published>2010-03-25T08:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:50:58.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><title type='text'>What does it take.</title><content type='html'>What does it take for a woman,&lt;br /&gt;to be worthy of love from a man?&lt;br /&gt;What does it take for a woman,&lt;br /&gt;for his man not to cheat on her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it take for a woman,&lt;br /&gt;to be treated like a gem instead of a toy?&lt;br /&gt;What does it take for a woman,&lt;br /&gt;to be beautiful without his lust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it take for a woman,&lt;br /&gt;to be held with gentleness?&lt;br /&gt;What does it take for a woman,&lt;br /&gt;to be respected as she is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it take for a woman,&lt;br /&gt;for her man to love her endlessly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it really take?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-5923378910530483808?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/5923378910530483808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=5923378910530483808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/5923378910530483808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/5923378910530483808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-does-it-take.html' title='What does it take.'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-3912824845452312825</id><published>2010-03-21T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:32:17.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What does it really take,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get a hold of your dreams?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To reach it, to hold it, to live it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does it really take?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, let me tell you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;based on the life that i live,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The life I live in which,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I yearn to grab my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes away the norm out of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may seem easy and fast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But believe me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes more than you can imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have a truck of friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams will take them one by one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And leave you a sack of them instead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or no, Maybe just a cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have a comfortable life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be sure to know what to keep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams will take them fast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And can't take them back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have someone special,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be sure that he understands you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or have the same dream likes yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz if not, misunderstandings are sure to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you love your friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than your family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're taking a huge risk here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz in the end, family is the ones that stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you walk in silver and gold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be prepared to walk in burning coals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or even broken glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be prepared do not be reckless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think you could reach it alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give up now coz you'll end up sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reaching dreams ain't just about holding 'em,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think dreams is all that matters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might live a very lonesome life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never ever step on someone else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To just get a hold of your dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's more than the thought of reaching it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the journey that you would take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the ups and downs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the wounds, and the scars, and the tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting there ain't the end of the road,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the beginning of a new path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never think that when you get there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything would be a bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe me, it'll get tougher and tougher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams aren't all sparkly and flashy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a responsibility that can drag you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams are not happily ever afters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one thing i can assure you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Dreams can make a difference,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You dream not for yourself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for the people around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weak, the lonely, the tired ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They need your dreams to keep them breathing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever your dreams are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll make a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's your choice if it'll be for good or bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it'll make a change nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grasp what I am saying here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your dreams are not for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be sure to keep yourself sane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep your feet on the ground,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and never loose faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep your eyes ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One advice from a dear ol' pal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's only one thing that keeps me sane,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that keeps me aiming high,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how i was dragged down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that kept me happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite all the pressure and pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that kept my dreams alive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the plans of others to destroy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is Prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. YOu heard me right. Prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing else but prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is one thing that can keep you sane,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this journey of yours to your dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the Creator of that dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take it from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From a dreamer who've let go of so many things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just for the sake of her dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make a change in this place we're living in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this temporary world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;❤&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-3912824845452312825?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3912824845452312825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=3912824845452312825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3912824845452312825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3912824845452312825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-922298079673996827</id><published>2010-02-24T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:58:07.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel magalong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii'/><title type='text'>Technology</title><content type='html'>There is a danger in my field of work,&lt;div&gt;I can get sucked up in the technology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To live a life like there was no tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with no outer sunshine to face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to balance my life for sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or else I'll miss out the joy of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get over this addiction I am in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and see the source of life outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technology can make you stop live,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can deceive you of real happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can destroy your dreams and goals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you are hypnotized by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I will let it go for awhile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its hard but aint as if I'd die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get the balance of my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or else I'd miss out the gift of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-922298079673996827?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/922298079673996827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=922298079673996827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/922298079673996827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/922298079673996827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/technology.html' title='Technology'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-115048699636346893</id><published>2010-01-27T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:38:32.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel magalong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Bedside Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Sitting on my own bed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Wanting to write a song,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To someone I don't even know who.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I just want to write that's all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Melodies that I want to sing,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But don't really know where to begin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;There's a song inside of me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Wanting to come out in perfect melody.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;La La La La La,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Do i begin with these words?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Or should I rather say what's in my heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to sing out loud,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I don't have a song I know,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But there's something in me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That wants to come out and sing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So I will sing La La La La La,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Even if there's no point.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;La La La La La to you and me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Let's just sing La La La La La.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know it's weird, I know its lame,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But I want to sing, that's all i know,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So sing with me if you want to,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Even with my senseless lyrics.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;La La La La La La&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I will sing this song over again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;La La La La La La&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Sing with me and let your heart afloat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Just let it out, Just hum a tune,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It doesn't have to be perfect,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Just Sing it out and for sure,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Somewhere, somewhat,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You'll find the right words,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and find your perfect song. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-115048699636346893?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/115048699636346893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=115048699636346893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/115048699636346893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/115048699636346893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/bedside-song.html' title='Bedside Song'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-5533824363391596692</id><published>2010-01-27T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:31:12.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ticking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel magalong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Technology Maze</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I stare at the screen of my computer,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Wanting to do something productive,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But can't seem to get my butt off it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's as if I am hooked into it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I wait and I wait.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Waiting for people in perfect patience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Getting stuck in front of my computer,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;While time is ticking without my control.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Please I want a life,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Get me out of this maze I am in,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;There's a huge world out there,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That is waiting for me to discover.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Tell me how, Tell me when.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to get out of this maze I'm in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to run I want to climb I want to fly,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Please save me from this endless maze.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Please tell me how to get out of this maze,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Time is ticking and I'm missing my life,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;There's a lot to discover,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Please save me from this maze I am in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-5533824363391596692?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/5533824363391596692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=5533824363391596692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/5533824363391596692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/5533824363391596692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/technology-maze.html' title='Technology Maze'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-548221732026393784</id><published>2010-01-14T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:22:05.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more than this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>More than this</title><content type='html'>There's got to be something deeper,&lt;div&gt;Something brighter than each passing day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's got to be something bigger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bigger than this small space I am in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go out and see the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to run out my room on bare foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to jump through my window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and fly across the neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there's something bigger than this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bigger than this tiny world of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to get out of my box,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to get out of my box,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And see the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind every window I see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is a girl who wants to come out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the spirit in them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the adventure they long for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's got to be more than this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's got to be more than that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It the shout of every heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the cry of every soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was made for an adventure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a matter of choice if they'll run after it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get out of their own comfort zone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And take the risk of falling down at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-548221732026393784?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/548221732026393784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=548221732026393784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/548221732026393784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/548221732026393784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-than-this.html' title='More than this'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-4562594039457554170</id><published>2009-12-30T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:57:32.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Today'/><title type='text'>100th Entry</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;I wonder what it shall bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness, Pain or No changes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wonder what's instored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a simple word,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet can always surprise us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good or bad, what does it bring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should i fear it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or should I look forward to it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excitement for sure is in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today will produce,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What tomorrow would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I really worry about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or should I leave it in the hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of the one we call Today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow. Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which should we focus on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The present or the future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight it, choice is a must.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow. Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is Tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Today is neglected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is much important?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must take one step at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not leaning so much into Tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet not lagging too much in Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both must be balanced as i see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a simple word,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like Tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet gives a different emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such present it is from God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That should be appreciated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not Tomorrow but Today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing is for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am enjoying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Tomorrow is exciting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is a journey for you and me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this New Year we face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let your Todays be filled with joy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And your Tomorrows with excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy life to the fullest, as God designed it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-4562594039457554170?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4562594039457554170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=4562594039457554170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/4562594039457554170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/4562594039457554170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/100th-entry.html' title='100th Entry'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-6390931620274383294</id><published>2009-12-29T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:55:54.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I will Grow up :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a kid inside of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that could never be forgotten,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a treasure meant for keeping,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hidden for a certain time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A kid inside all of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That tells us to enjoy life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To take rest when tired,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To live like there's no tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a kid inside you and me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who never stopped telling us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That we need to love and care for others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as we need to be loved and cared for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A kid jumping inside of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reminding us that life is a blast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHen we focus on the simple things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather than the complicated ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a kid inside our hearts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reminding us of our first Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first love whom died for us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would never ever leave us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A kid crying inside of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing that we be forever young,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and appreciate life God has given us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was meant for us to enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a kid inside all of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would never ever fade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but could rust and be broken,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And be hidden in deep darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A kid inside all of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That shouldn't be forgotten,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but remembered as always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if we've all grown up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a kid inside all of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That keeps us smiling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that keeps us laughing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that keeps us from crying too hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A kid inside all of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reminding us all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That in the eyes of God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are still a kid forever, forever His. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-6390931620274383294?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6390931620274383294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=6390931620274383294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/6390931620274383294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/6390931620274383294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-3475332434742827067</id><published>2009-12-24T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:44:09.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mask it All</title><content type='html'>All I ever wanted was to give joy,&lt;div&gt;Joy for this holiday we celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To visit a sick friend is what I want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But another force doesn't want me to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just so sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That this Christmas all i bring is tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i bring is perfect imperfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What more could I ever offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Christmas is my saddest so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want others to feel it for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me bottle up myself this time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being open ain't just my thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go to extremes I know I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish i have a medicine of cure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A doctor who could examine my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and teach it to balance as I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it so difficult to be me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am I suppose to live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always lost and misunderstood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just time to mask it all once more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-3475332434742827067?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3475332434742827067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=3475332434742827067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3475332434742827067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3475332434742827067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/mask-it-all.html' title='Mask it All'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-8641259885978541313</id><published>2009-12-23T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:42:43.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whispers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Whispers</title><content type='html'>Singing my heart out,&lt;div&gt;One Sunday morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amongst the crowd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw you and I smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if you noticed me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my eyes met yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and right there on I whispered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a simple prayer of chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God listen to my plead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give us another chance to meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing less, Nothing More,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I want is another chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how many angels,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;delivered this whispher,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but God heard it for sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I was given this chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met not only with eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but our hearts intertwined,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a friend in him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I wanted to keep it there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God listen to my plead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give us another chance to meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing less, Nothing More,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I want is another chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a lot of chances,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of my simple whispers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whispers that turned into music,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;music of prayers in perfect melody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it all began&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a simple whisper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whisper of prayers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prayers of chances,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chances turned into fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-8641259885978541313?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8641259885978541313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=8641259885978541313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8641259885978541313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8641259885978541313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/whispers.html' title='Whispers'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-2391662156697524309</id><published>2009-12-16T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:25:17.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not The Right Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is in a weird cycle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like you now, then not later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's because I really like you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told ya it was a weird cycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are someone I really like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outer core of who you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't really seen the inner part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I am not even sure if you'd reveal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love being with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always happy to see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy every bit of your company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be myself when you are around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, somewhere deep inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel that there is something wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liking someone ain't bad at all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but developing emotions is something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am liking your company too much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I always want you to be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just not right, we're just friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing more nothing less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean there's also nothing wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with having such feelings for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then this is just ain't my season,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For that kind of a thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This season is for me to reach my dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not even sure if you're the one for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got to fight this emotions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to keep the friendship you have offered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to go to extremes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you stay and not leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for that I must discipline my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It ain't easy but it's worth it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sound like a little desperate kid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I am an emotional thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was made this way, God's way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was made to love, to care, to be loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to say goodbye to this thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this thing i call emotional roller coasters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something they call love or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This ain't just the right season for it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-2391662156697524309?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-5664011010991853282</id><published>2009-12-16T11:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:47:03.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Success</title><content type='html'>True Success,&lt;div&gt;I found today where it lies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where it could be found,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where it could be attained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True success I've found,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not in my skills or gifts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not in my bank account or savings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not in how hard I worked with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True Success is easily spotted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But is usually ignored and rejected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is challenging and pride killing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something hard to accept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True success is no mystery,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is in the hands of our God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to attain it is in His laws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True success is found with conditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True success will reach dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True success will bless relationships,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True success will pour financial blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True success will create real confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True success is found in His Laws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the only source of true success,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to know how to attain it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read Ephesians 6: 1-3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's proven and tested,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for my life testimony too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and someday I will prove this true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a challenge I would surely face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To reach the dreams God has given me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-5664011010991853282?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/5664011010991853282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=5664011010991853282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/5664011010991853282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/5664011010991853282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/true-success.html' title='True Success'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-6402849071193866433</id><published>2009-12-12T11:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:25:31.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be a friend</title><content type='html'>I really like you so much,&lt;div&gt;but I think it won't be long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that you are not for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what if I am wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be there for you always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but do you even need me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I forcing myself into you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or am i just plain being a friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until you somewhat changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I do something wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or am I just thinking way too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed having fun with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not seeing you has been weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's as if we are friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at the same time we are not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We never had the chance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To really know each other enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is this enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i just couldn't accept that fact?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I really like you this much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what if you don't feel the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it really about liking you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or filling this longing in my heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am i being selfish again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or has love always been like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Human love i couldn't understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does it have to be so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be the best friend for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how could I be one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I need you more than you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like what I am saying no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I really like you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I don't think it's healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friendship might come to an end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with these crazy emotions I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's time to let go of myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and be a real friend that I should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letting go of my feelings for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And focusing on the friendship you give. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-6402849071193866433?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6402849071193866433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=6402849071193866433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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days</title><content type='html'>The bells are ringing,&lt;br /&gt;Homemade cookies baked,&lt;br /&gt;Red and green cards everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;The spirit of Christmas is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is here once again,&lt;br /&gt;Knocking at our doors,&lt;br /&gt;With songs of carols,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas music everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why can't i feel it again?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel it last year,&lt;br /&gt;Now it's here once more.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the year before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy again before December came,&lt;br /&gt;Been like this three years in a row.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Christmas spirit in me,&lt;br /&gt;I want it back but don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss counting the days,&lt;br /&gt;Playing Christmas music in full blast.&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping home made gifts,&lt;br /&gt;Writing Christmas letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being excited!&lt;br /&gt;I miss the thrill of the months of -er.&lt;br /&gt;I miss decorating any rooms I am in,&lt;br /&gt;I miss christmas fun parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Christmas cookies,&lt;br /&gt;I miss writing gift lists.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my spirit...&lt;br /&gt;My spirit of Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for it for long,&lt;br /&gt;It's been three straight years now,&lt;br /&gt;And i can't seem to have it back.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is an ordinary day for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ordinary day, or holiday...&lt;br /&gt;Does it even matter?&lt;br /&gt;When I lost the spirit of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I lost it... I need it back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-1814905375266755585?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1814905375266755585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=1814905375266755585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1814905375266755585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1814905375266755585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/counting-days.html' title='Counting the days'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-4305682223480809795</id><published>2009-11-18T08:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:33:28.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doubts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>God I know you're there,&lt;br /&gt;I know that you look after me,&lt;br /&gt;With every move i make,&lt;br /&gt;Wether be it big or small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God You know my worries,&lt;br /&gt;you know that i trust you,&lt;br /&gt;but do i really trust you enough?&lt;br /&gt;Is doubt really that deceiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God You know that deep within,&lt;br /&gt;I have full faith in your Word,&lt;br /&gt;But then again doubt went in,&lt;br /&gt;Asking if it was really your Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God you know that I love you,&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes i think I've sinned too much,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Forgiveness is always there,&lt;br /&gt;But i don't want to hurt someone i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God You know my needs,&lt;br /&gt;You know what I need right now,&lt;br /&gt;You know what could calm me,&lt;br /&gt;You know where I am going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God there's so much doubt in me,&lt;br /&gt;that i want to go crazy already.&lt;br /&gt;I cried to you several times,&lt;br /&gt;I know my tears matched with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I want to trust you,&lt;br /&gt;Could you please renew my heart?&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep my faith strong,&lt;br /&gt;Strong enough that doubt couldn't creep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I realized that I really am nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Without you I can never live.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's up with me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all I just want to say is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I need you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-4305682223480809795?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4305682223480809795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=4305682223480809795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/4305682223480809795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/4305682223480809795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-you.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-8803033059861636303</id><published>2009-10-27T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:48:43.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel magalong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Reaching my Dreams for yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have a dream &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And that is for you to reach your dream&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Confusing I am to you right now,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But that's the truth, it is my dream.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I dream for you to reach your dream,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and ignite the passion in your heart,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know you couldn't do it alone,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For I myself couldn't do it alone as well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I dream for you to never loose hope,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That in every dream is a future unseen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A future we may never know for sure,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But would surely change history I know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Each of us has a dream of our own,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Some are unpleasant but most are good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Each dream needs guidance for sure,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And that is my dream to guide you to yours.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to reach you as far as I could,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;As far as reaching to your home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to encourage you in every way,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That you may see the importance of your dream.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;All dreams have a purpose of their own,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It is in your hands if you'll use it for good or not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This is my calling this is my dream,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To help you reach your dream for good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Please pray for me I plead,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to reach you as soon as i can,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know it seems impossible for now,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But nothing is impossible through my God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Even when everybody says I can't.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I will choose to say "I can!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Coz Nobody could step on this dream i have,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Unless I allow them to crush this hope in me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know I can reach you wherever you are,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's just a matter of perseverance and faith.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Nobody said it would be an easy task,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But that's the thrill of reaching a dream!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So just wait for me my friend,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I will help you ignite that passion in you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Just keep on holding and never let go,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Together we will make your dreams come true!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-8803033059861636303?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8803033059861636303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=8803033059861636303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8803033059861636303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8803033059861636303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/reaching-my-dreams-for-yours.html' title='Reaching my Dreams for yours'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-597415151197658358</id><published>2009-10-24T07:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:40:25.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel magalong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I like you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Is it Deep Enough?</title><content type='html'>I like you.&lt;div&gt;I don't really know how deep that is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all I know is I like being around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just like it, I can't explain why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking a lot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I even like you so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how deep that is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just a friend or more than that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were days that i didn't care so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then the question still hunts me so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I like you so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even answer that question right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like you but i can't go deeper than that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say I love you, coz I just don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like you is the perfect phrase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a lover not even a crush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes you are special to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But does speciality fall to love immediately?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know how to answer that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like you. Is that special enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot has been running through my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you stay for long as my friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I find my special someone in my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or would you leave just like the others did?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're special and I like you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to loose you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't want to love you neither.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I being unfair, or just normal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe you are matured enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again that is my prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mature enough to stay as friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz I'm afraid to loose you as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should just stop thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And enjoy this friendship you've given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, I can't help it at times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just afraid of loosing you from my sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then... there's nothing to be afraid of,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz I like you and that's all there is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or am I just confused deep inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not knowing "I Like You" is deep enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-597415151197658358?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/597415151197658358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=597415151197658358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/597415151197658358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/597415151197658358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-deep-enough.html' title='Is it Deep Enough?'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-617181165688376986</id><published>2009-09-12T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:58:10.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creator'/><title type='text'>Behind the Poise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;She drops her purse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picks it up in great poise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiles to the people around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walks like a princess on a street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is always seen to be polite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Demure and gentle in every way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaks with great gracefulness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That no men could not resist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is very pure and serene,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this she is found to be weak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found to be fragile deep within,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seen as if she could break anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not everyone can see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is really deep inside of her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beneath her smooth and frail front,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is hiding something big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a warrior deep within,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how demure she can be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how fragile she can look,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how unbelievable it can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a warrior in the heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No other can take that off of her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is stronger than she thinks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That soceity can't always accept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a warrior in disguise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That no man could really understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A princess and a warrior in one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That God created in perfect deisgn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A princess that takes his breath away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A warrior that keeps him secured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A princess and a warrior by heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That can be seen in every woman around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In every princess is a warrior inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who fights with great courage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paired up with great beauty and faith,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That no other could really defeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A princess and a warrior in one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how God created us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women in the making,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is sure taking breaths away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-617181165688376986?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/617181165688376986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=617181165688376986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/617181165688376986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/617181165688376986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/behind-poise.html' title='Behind the Poise'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-9139617516910980875</id><published>2009-08-28T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:50:52.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Two'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brokenness'/><title type='text'>The Two</title><content type='html'>My heart is crushed. I am caught in between.&lt;div&gt;No I am not talking about love triangles or such,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's much more important than those stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am actually caught in between the two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who are the two? They're men to be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of the most important people in my life;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's how much i value them as of now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're the two whom i trust and inspired me a ton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Two are actually best of friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They'd do everything together with joy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention that they're like real siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Two has a unique kind of friendship for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that was before, way back from before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts so much to say the word "before",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you just knew The Two and see them day by day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know for sure you'd feel so hurt and sad for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just a friend to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am very much affected by their separation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked myself why do i feel this way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it shouldn't be my concern anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's because, they're both important to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're a huge part of my life in this town,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were the first few friends I've had when i was new,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they were the ones who inspired me to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now seeing them separated like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY heart is crushed to its tad bits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could never do anything to glue them back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Two is gone and it hurts so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to cry, I want to brawl, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to shout this pain that i caught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do i even bother worry about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz honestly I am caught in between The Two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were together somewhere awhile ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A group of friends and The Two was with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help the fact that i want to be with both,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the Two just couldn't be together as before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was caught in between, I hopped from one arm to another,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to be happy and being together with The Two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i just can't help it, it's hard to be in between The Two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both are important as the other, but I cannot have them both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help the fact but ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why did you guys separate? can't you reconcile?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to shout at them, tell them how important they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i believe no matter what i say or do, could never recover the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both sides are wrong, but why is forgiveness out of the scene?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They inspired me a lot when they were The Two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now all i can see are pains and hurts that i carry within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do they have to separate... it pricks my heart so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Two are still my friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't have them together as before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a sad truth that i hate the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it won't last forever as they thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can still be with them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They give me more attention unlike before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'd rather have them give me less attention,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And return The Two just like before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to cry. But the tears won't fall off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For deep within I'm happy to see The Two,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if a wall is stuck in between The Two..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-9139617516910980875?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/9139617516910980875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=9139617516910980875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/9139617516910980875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/9139617516910980875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/08/between-two.html' title='The Two'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-6622805345310949996</id><published>2009-08-27T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:32:29.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden of Eden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>Mirror... Mirror on the wall.</title><content type='html'>I looked at the mirror today,&lt;br /&gt;Looking for pimples i could erase,&lt;br /&gt;Taking off the blemishes off my skin,&lt;br /&gt;Frowning at the imperfection of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did i even bother looking?&lt;br /&gt;When all I could feel is ugliness.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I really do wonder...&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I help look at the mirror?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think...Maybe, just maybe...&lt;br /&gt;It's because I was made this way.&lt;br /&gt;I was created to be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think that's the real reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty. How is it really defined?&lt;br /&gt;Some say, "Beauty is expensive ",&lt;br /&gt;Some say "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder",&lt;br /&gt;Some even say that beauty cannot be defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does beauty really mean?&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back from the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;Way back to the Garden of Eden,&lt;br /&gt;From the first woman who ever lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve.&lt;br /&gt;She was described as beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;She was the finishing touches of creation.&lt;br /&gt;She was created to produce beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what beauty really means,&lt;br /&gt;Let's go straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;How is beauty really defined?&lt;br /&gt;Simple. Beauty is womanhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about a woman,&lt;br /&gt;is simply just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;From the way she walks,&lt;br /&gt;to the way she talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the way she dresses,&lt;br /&gt;to the way she washes,&lt;br /&gt;From the way she smiles,&lt;br /&gt;to the way she cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the way she touches,&lt;br /&gt;to the way she conceives.&lt;br /&gt;From the way she cooks,&lt;br /&gt;to the way she loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a woman, then you are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what the mirror says to you,&lt;br /&gt;it could never be as accurate as your heart.&lt;br /&gt;In every core of our heart is a woman that is captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you look at the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Smile and see the beauty in you,&lt;br /&gt;It can be your eyes, your smile, your nose,&lt;br /&gt;Or even your lips, or your brows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every woman, there is great beauty within.&lt;br /&gt;So when the mirror talks to you again,&lt;br /&gt;Smile and just say,&lt;br /&gt;"I am beautiful, I was created to be beautiful."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-6622805345310949996?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6622805345310949996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=6622805345310949996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/6622805345310949996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/6622805345310949996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/08/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html' title='Mirror... Mirror on the wall.'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-6397814264676496747</id><published>2009-08-24T07:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:52:35.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>I've liked a guy for six years. He was cool and all that, but he was just a friend. I even wondered why I liked him so much all these years, when I don't even know him that well. I guess this is what you call a "crush" just seeing the mere outside and liking it at that point only. I realized lately that this guy I've liked since I was in grade school, was already gone from my heart, my standards went higher as time passed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I see why it is so easy for me to like someone now, how vulnerable my heart really is; coz right now it's kind of empty and it's not that loyal to any human being at all. Anybody could pass by my heart but it takes some more will for someone to open its door. At times I do feel lonely, I feel like I want to talk to someone, go eat with someone, have lunch with someone. I tried it with my closest friends, but still the longing was there. It was different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this really happens when my brain is inactive. What i mean is, I am not doing anything productive much. I hope soon this loneliness would fade, coz I know it's just a gush of the wind in my life. It won't stay forever for my life goes on to an adventure. I have God and that's what's keeping me from doing the greatest mistake of my life; To be in a relationship with the most selfish reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know someone is there for me. He's still in an adventure with God like me. I know for sure that I haven't met him yet. I don't know, but I've had dreams that i think gave out signs. I am just so happy that finally, i got to move on. Finally i grew up and realized that the guy i liked for six years is really just a friend to me, he is just like a brother. Yes, we do still talk, but then the awkwardness is gone and i love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, so this is how it feels to not like someone at all. I have crushes, but it's a part of being a human, as humans we get attracted to the opposite gender almost everyday! That's how beautiful God's Creation is. :) My heart doesn't like anyone right now, no one is inside but my first love. Actually my first love would never ever leave my heart that's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy that my heart is so free now, it feels so different. I see people on a different perspective. I am loving life. Though i know that i must protect my heart for sure, coz there would be people who'd pass by my heart and try to knock its door by force. I am just so happy my first love is guarding my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's my first love? Of course, the Artist who created me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-6397814264676496747?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6397814264676496747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=6397814264676496747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/6397814264676496747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/6397814264676496747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-4056850764423374974</id><published>2009-08-20T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:04:57.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel magalong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='admire'/><title type='text'>Someone I like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Today I saw someone,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Whom I didn't expect to see.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Someone dear to my eyes,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Unsure if dear to my heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He is someone I've known,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Not far from before,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He's actually new to my life,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Which I treasure the most.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He is someone I love to see,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;but when his presence is present,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I begin to act like a total crack.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Eating my words, cannot stay put.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Someone I don't really know,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Whom I like to observe,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To know much better,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Than what i already know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He is unable to be reached,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He is someone who sees me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Not more than a little girl,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Who needs a pat on the head.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He is quiet, simple and blank.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;His words strikes into my heart,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He rarely speaks of foolish things,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And that's what I like most about him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He is mysterious and calm,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He thinks deeper than the others,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He slowly processes wisdom at hand,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And ask questions I never thought of.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He sits in a certain position,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That makes him look smart and cool,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;What's even more better than that is,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He acts this way ever since before.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He doesn't hide what he thinks,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He is straight and frank.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;His words hurt at times,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But he speaks in complete truth&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He is simple, tall and thin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Too simple that makes me want,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To add more art on how he dress,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Something I'd do for love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He thinks so deep that i want to sink,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To dive in his thoughts and clearly see,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;What he is hiding deep within.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To see the condition of his heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to understand him more,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But I don't have the license to do so.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We are friends and that's how it is,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It doesn't hurt, for i do not expect.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;There are no emotions attached,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To my pure admiration for him,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For i really haven't seen who he is,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For i can only see the outer mask.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I hope i can see him often,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and talk to him about life,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But i know deep within,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That if i do, I'd fall for him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am now not ready for such a thing,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For i know he is still growing and so am i.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He is very near and yet i feel so far.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to be a friend, but how can i be?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;All I pray today,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Is that i would get to know him more,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and not fall for him the way i see.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to be dear to him as he is for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Pure friendship is what i deeply seek,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I wonder if he'd accept the offer i wish to give.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I cannot imagine my life with him,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;but i really do want to know who he is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'm not sure, but i think,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am deeply attracted to him,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;for he is someone like me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I don't know, I'm not sure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Whatever it is, all i can say,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I think I like him,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But i could never ever say I love him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I admire him and i think it'll stay there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-4056850764423374974?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4056850764423374974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=4056850764423374974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/4056850764423374974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/4056850764423374974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/08/someone-i-like.html' title='Someone I like...'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-959890355637788483</id><published>2009-08-05T09:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:22:03.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel magalong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii'/><title type='text'>STOP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Busy there, busy here,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Busy now, Busy later.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's a never ending cycle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Too much need, to much work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Where is the beauty of life,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It is never found no more,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;when everything is just so fast,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Nothing is just like before.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Stop!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Take a bit of a moment,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;to pause in this fast paced life,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You have to want to pause,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To see life in a better view.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's worth the pause and miss out some,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that never pause and miss out all,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Life isn't all about busyness,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Take a pause and you'll see what i mean.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When you take a pause, to stop&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You're giving yourself a precious gift,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;the gift of life that was meant for you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So don't waste it and open it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Life isn't all about work,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Sometimes you just have to pause,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;to see the beauty of what you've done.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Being busy ain't cool, so Stop! you need it the most.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-959890355637788483?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/959890355637788483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=959890355637788483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/959890355637788483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/959890355637788483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop.html' title='STOP!'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-251980019732475579</id><published>2009-08-03T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:14:22.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel magalong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='void'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>You are the only one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There’s a void in my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That only You could perfeclty fill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A void sucking my joy out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That only You could prefeclty shut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There’s this void in my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caused by the nature of sin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A void i thought that could be filled,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the gifts the world could give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, with all the pain life could bring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you are ready to call my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are all i need,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To fill this void in my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rushing through my vains,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slowly shutting my life down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOu are the only cure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from this emptinesss that i feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOu are the perfect beat of my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please stay and never fade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This void is as blank as the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with no stars painted across,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s so dark and cold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alonne I feel in this midnight sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then a star flashed across,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gving me hope to believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that in the darkest cold midnight sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are small stars shining so bright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the midst of all the pan life could bring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you are ready to shine through my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOu are all I need,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats what i really do believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are my source of life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a heartbeat i need all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the only one for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that could fill this void inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m sorry for not seeing you first,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you’re the only cure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-251980019732475579?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/251980019732475579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=251980019732475579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/251980019732475579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/251980019732475579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-are-only-one.html' title='You are the only one'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-554351874173841534</id><published>2009-07-21T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:14:14.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A declaration</title><content type='html'>This entry is a declaration.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this day on, until the time God would call me to do this, I am giving up cosplaying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-554351874173841534?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/554351874173841534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=554351874173841534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/554351874173841534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/554351874173841534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/07/declaration.html' title='A declaration'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-198885875679131124</id><published>2009-07-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:53:35.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel magalong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passionartgraphics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>My Little Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have a little friend inside of me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That calms my heart down,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When it is raging with madness,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That nobody else could calm down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have this little friend inside of me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Who is very patient,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Who is willing to help me any time,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Especially when anger gives me a visit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have this little friend inside of me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Who'd never stop offering himself,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Even if he's completely ignored&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;At times when my mouth shuts my ears.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have this little friend inside of me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that never leaves me alone,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;At times when everybody else,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Could never understand how i really feel.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have this little friend inside of me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Who is always at war with my pride,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And never gives up no matter what&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When anger stirs up my emotions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have this little friend inside of me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Who's the key to healing my heart,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The bridge to connect broken hearts,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The gift that gives peace to my heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have a little friend inside of me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Whom is always ready to give me a helping hand,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When anger hits my heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He's the key to a peaceful life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This little friend inside of me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;is well, not so little after all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Let me introduce his name to you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That you may let him give you peace as well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"Forgiveness"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-198885875679131124?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/198885875679131124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=198885875679131124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/198885875679131124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/198885875679131124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-little-friend.html' title='My Little Friend'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-979514317289628046</id><published>2009-06-25T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:45:51.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel magalong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passionartgraphics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii'/><title type='text'>Packages</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Packages sent from heaven,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Are daily gifts filled with love,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To have it in your hands,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Is a choice you must wisely make.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Packages sent from above,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Are commonly ignored by daily routines.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;One must take a silent pause,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To see the beauty heaven has brought.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Packages sent from Heaven,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Are filled with memories of the past,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Filled with laughters and tears,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That heaven would never forget.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Packages sent form above,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Are sent by angels unseen by the eyes,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Covered by their mighty wings,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That no storm could delay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Packages sent from heaven,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Are sent with a purpose in perfect timing,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Some are wrapped with prayers,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Some with deep anointed worship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So have you received your package today?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Don't miss it or you'll drop your smile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;These packages are meant to be opened,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;On the day it was sent from Heaven. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-979514317289628046?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/979514317289628046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=979514317289628046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/979514317289628046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/979514317289628046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/06/packages.html' title='Packages'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-3150373909706917373</id><published>2009-06-14T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:47:59.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passionartgraphics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='path'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>It's funny how a simple smile,&lt;br /&gt;from a dear old friend,&lt;br /&gt;would make my heart skip a beat,&lt;br /&gt;and never want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how a simple "Hi",&lt;br /&gt;could make me want to stay,&lt;br /&gt;and cancel all my plans,&lt;br /&gt;and stay with that friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how a simple pat,&lt;br /&gt;could make me want to smile,&lt;br /&gt;that comes from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;that would never seem to fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how my feet won't move,&lt;br /&gt;Once i am beside that friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;How my thoughts would jump,&lt;br /&gt;From one happy memory to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable moments,&lt;br /&gt;Flashing before my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;that makes me want to talk and laugh,&lt;br /&gt;as if tomorrow won't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how a friend, or friends,&lt;br /&gt;would lead me to happiness,&lt;br /&gt;without them doing a thing or two.&lt;br /&gt;Just being with them, is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how this joy inside,&lt;br /&gt;would never fade at all,&lt;br /&gt;Even if we've said our farewells,&lt;br /&gt;On this busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These feelings rushed into my veins,&lt;br /&gt;with just seeing a friend for a few minutes,&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes that refreshed my mind,&lt;br /&gt;and gave me joy like no other could give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the gift of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Just being there, a smile or a pat,&lt;br /&gt;could turn a hectic busy normal day,&lt;br /&gt;Into an extraordinary joyful memory :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-3150373909706917373?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3150373909706917373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=3150373909706917373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3150373909706917373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3150373909706917373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' 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thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that greatly caught my attention,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something i never expected to hear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but was said to me on that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27 he said... when i turn 27,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when i'll get married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, i was breathless for a second,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diverse thoughts flashed like thunder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19 I am right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happily single and loving life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what life would be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In between these years of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder, is he safe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is he waiting for me to come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or has he given up waiting for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can he wait? can he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questions i could never answer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only God knows for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lay him all in God's hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to keep him safe and pure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a long journey for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A journey of challenges,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of self-control,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of obedience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that i could manage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to stand on my own feet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until the day that we'll meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 years isn't such a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the journey in between,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is an adventure worth to keep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A journey of faith and obedience,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of passion and fire for God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I can't wait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till the day that we would meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if he feels the same,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to a future that is unseen. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-7126848996266286408?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/7126848996266286408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=7126848996266286408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/7126848996266286408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/7126848996266286408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/06/27.html' title='27'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-4987674406138041241</id><published>2009-06-05T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:16:44.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child-like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>Notebook in Pink Ink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Prayers i wrote down,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;On a simple notebook on my bed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;written in pink colored ink,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Simple yet covered with faith.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I wrote as if i was talking to God,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Wrote with joy and expectation,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;With faith and excitement,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;with love and fulfillment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Never cared what the world would think,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;it's written on my simple notebook,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that only my loving God could see,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;a place where i could commune with Him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I love my notebook in pink ink,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Coz there i could read my answered prayers,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Prayers written in faith, covered with love,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;written in letters, embedded in the heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;God answered every thing i wrote,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Answered not in years, but in days,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No, not even days, but hours.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;God answers in love and perfect timing. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I can see the greatness of God,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;on my notebook in pink ink,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I saw His care and great love,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;in the little details of my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;God is real,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I can prove it for sure,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;with my notebook in pink ink,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;surely you'll be amazed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Though i don't need to prove a thing,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;coz it can happen in your life as well,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;just have the child like faith,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;forget about the world and focus on Him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Try jolting down your thoughts,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;maybe in blue black or green ink,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;it doesn't really matter at all ,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;as long as you have the faith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-4987674406138041241?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4987674406138041241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=4987674406138041241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/4987674406138041241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/4987674406138041241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/06/notebook-in-pink-ink.html' title='Notebook in Pink Ink'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-74217024769507583</id><published>2009-05-31T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:01:25.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Suprise Visit</title><content type='html'>A surprise visit anger gave my problems today,&lt;br /&gt;Ruined my day and broke some hearts.&lt;br /&gt;People i love, people who loves me,&lt;br /&gt;tears and pain in their hearts i have brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A problem so small that anger worsen,&lt;br /&gt;giving a tiny foothold to lies unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;Caught off guard that pierce peaceful hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Pierced by words not meant to be pronounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words released sharper than the sword,&lt;br /&gt;scars so deep, only God can heal.&lt;br /&gt;This is what anger can do in a blink of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;it is unwanted, unexpected, it comes in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i could turn back time,&lt;br /&gt;to erase the words I've let go in a snap.&lt;br /&gt;Words unthought about, that wounded hearts,&lt;br /&gt;because of the surprise visit anger has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems really are blessings in disguise,&lt;br /&gt;but if not handled well,&lt;br /&gt;they're curses ready to charge.&lt;br /&gt;More prepared than we could ever expect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret is written all over my soul.&lt;br /&gt;but condemnation is never welcomed for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is the only key,&lt;br /&gt;to these broken hearts I've locked down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride must be offered to God,&lt;br /&gt;to release forgiveness to others and oneself.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is grace given from God,&lt;br /&gt;it shouldn't be taken for granted at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learn today,&lt;br /&gt;that problems should be handled with care&lt;br /&gt;or fragile, peaceful hearts,&lt;br /&gt;would be at stake and broken into pieces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-74217024769507583?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/74217024769507583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=74217024769507583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/74217024769507583'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouragement'/><title type='text'>Oceans Away</title><content type='html'>There's this one person i know&lt;div&gt;whom for sure has no care no more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are oceans away from each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Communication is as bad as the storms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great friendship we had before for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was my encourager, my inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He would always cheer me up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encourage me with my works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I'm miles and oceans away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He shouldn't be my inspiration no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet i was wrong. I trust him in such a way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That oceans and miles couldn't break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until now its him whom i show my work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He doesn't reply at times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then i still show him with no regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I trust him in away, i couldn't forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friendship i couldn't explain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i like it in a way, that it doesn't end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's still my friend, i couldn't care less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Heavens would send, my care for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-7120079591649480443?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/7120079591649480443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=7120079591649480443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/7120079591649480443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/7120079591649480443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/05/oceans-away.html' title='Oceans Away'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-7258538636083466116</id><published>2009-05-16T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:13:12.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passionartgraphics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bird'/><title type='text'>Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Today is a funny day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I was thinking about how i would love giving gifts to my future one last night. I usually give gifts to strangers who has touched my life or gave me a deep insight. A lot sees me as weird when i do this, but what can i say? I love appreciating those who pass by my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then i thought that someday when my prince would come, i'll bombard him with gifts. Then i imagined him giving me unique ones and little simple gifts too :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then the funniest thing happened today. While i was washing the dishes. I looked out my window still deep in thought, when a yellow unique bird flew at the wire outside my window. It's the kind of bird I don't usually see. No wait. It's the first time i saw a bird like that!XD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It was so yellow, it had a long beak it was small, it had black wings and some white stripes just below its eyes. It's so beautiful, the yellow color was so rich. Then as i smiled, i just felt God whisper, "I sent that for you, do you like it?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My heart leaped. I was speechless.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;There i was thinking what my future prince would give me, when God was already there bombarding me with small simple but rare gifts. God is my king, and it was so sweet of Him to have sent me that little bird. :) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The best part was when he asked me if i liked it. His whisper was so sweet, it's as if it made my face muscles bring out a very huge smile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's one of those days were i could have ignored this little thing, but this time i didn't and i received His gift. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-7258538636083466116?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/7258538636083466116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=7258538636083466116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/7258538636083466116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/7258538636083466116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet.html' title='Sweet'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-8965568298941487008</id><published>2009-05-14T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:38:24.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing by</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Someone I met today.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He's simple, calm, and quiet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Whenever i hear piano keys,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He's the perfect description.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Each key is a surprise,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Just like his personality,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So many mystery hidden within,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That's exciting to unlock.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A giggle he would present,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that makes me calm at distress,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He's so calm and prince-like,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that makes me smile at times.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My heart took a deep beat,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When he ate my sweets.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Simple it may be,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;but who cares, I'm complete.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;His works were the best,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He inspired me deep within.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Great beauty i saw,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Written all over his piece.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know this is not love i feel,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's an admiration i keep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He's a good memory to keep,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that would surely make me flip.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So today i thank this mystery man,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;for passing by my life today,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;it was sure a bliss to have you here,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;even if it was just for a day...:)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;See you in heaven i know,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;there i could love you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Love you the way i love others,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;with no malicious thoughts. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Till then, mystery man today,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I hope i see you again. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Take care on your flight,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I pray for a blissful night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-8965568298941487008?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8965568298941487008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=8965568298941487008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8965568298941487008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8965568298941487008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/05/passing-by.html' title='Passing by'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-1614361225298722269</id><published>2009-05-14T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:37:18.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>You Took it All Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I've drifted away from you long ago,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Never knew what really happened,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But ever since i felt so empty and scared.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Dark clouds of loneliness never left me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Questions I asked of you what has happened,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I waited and waited, until the dark of dawn,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I finally stopped asking and stopped talking.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I stopped and ran to my friends for help.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My friends where always there,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I actually began ignoring you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For i thought you were mad at me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I call out but you don't answer me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;All was okay, until to my great surprise,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Little my little, my friends were fading away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Even my security and comforts at home faded.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I was so alone again, I am deeply lost, confused.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I kept thinking, "Was it you who took them all away?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But i believe you would never ever do that to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You are not a God who takes happiness away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;All i know is when You close a door, you open a gate.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Suddenly, i found the truth, You took them all away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You were the one who took all my friends,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You were the one who took my comfort away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You took it all away, my Lord, You took it away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You took it away for a reason i didn't see before,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You wanted to take me into a deeper level with you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That my faith will grow stronger than before.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You wanted to bring me up, not down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You took them all away for me to see clearly,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That i should depend on you alone,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That despite all my emotions or feelings,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;There is a strong foundation of faith in my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now i understand why you were silent,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You were testing me and you knew i could do it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now i understand that you never left,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You are actually nearer now than before.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You took them all away that i may see you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That in every season of my life, its you whom i seek,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That despite all the storms in my life, you are still God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That  in everything i do, i will worship you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You took them all away in my life,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I thank you, coz now all i have is you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Let this passion burn for you,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For you are the reason why I am living today.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-1614361225298722269?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1614361225298722269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=1614361225298722269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1614361225298722269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1614361225298722269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-took-it-all-away.html' title='You Took it All Away'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-1520339061314570922</id><published>2009-05-13T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:21:10.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='path'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Here I am at the feet of my Saviour,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Unable to see what is ahead,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Feeling despair and loneliness,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Lost at the path i once walked on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Somehow my saviour stood before me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Covering me in His shadows,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Feeling emotions i deeply dislike,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Dark, Depressing, Scary.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I thought my Saviour is walking away,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Long away from me for reasons i never knew.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I cried, I deeply longed for His voice,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He is near, but all is just so dark.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My soul was hungry as ever,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To fight or not to fight is at war,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Faith and Doubt is clashing,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But His Love reigned all of them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Tears run down my cheeks,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Arrows pierce through my heart,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Anger and confusion crept into my mind,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Desperation reign all of me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I never tried to look up,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;for i was tired and lost,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Unable to find the answers,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;to my never ending questions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Where is He?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Why did He Leave me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;What did I do?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Does He love me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I fought with my emotions,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Held a strong grip on my faith,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Fought the deep fear in my heart,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I looked up despite the darkness in my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;As i looked up, i saw a light,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A light that showed great glory and splendor,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I stared at this bright majestic light,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;searching the whole figure of this light.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;As i scanned through the feet of my Saviour,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I didn't see His back, but rather His front.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;HE wasn't walking away, HE was walking nearer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So near, that His shadow reigned all over me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He extended a hand and smiled at me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No word was uttered between us,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But great love and concern i felt within,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The true love of a Saviour seen through His eyes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;As He held my hand, He has brought me to a new path,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A path I am so unfamiliar with,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Yet was filled with angels and great wonders.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I just new He has brought me to a new journey.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He has closed the path of the journey i once walked on,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Bringing me closer to this new level of intimacy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A new level of hand in hand with my Saviour,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A more powerful and fearsome adventure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No matter how fearsome this path maybe,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My Saviour will never let go of my hand,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We will walk all through out this road,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;With complete Love and Passion for the Father...:)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-1520339061314570922?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1520339061314570922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=1520339061314570922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1520339061314570922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1520339061314570922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/05/shadows.html' title='Shadows'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-9085180914453035483</id><published>2009-05-13T12:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:20:15.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>4.14.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Random Entry&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"Hello Good Day" he says,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;a simple word he utters,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that makes my heart flutter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Amazing feeling isn't it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The normal things around,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Seem magical when he's there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Things ignored before,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;is now seen in great awe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;In love I am, you say?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Not really, more on the search.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Deep in my heart, it longs,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Longs for a prince she never knew.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Someday i want to feel those emotions,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;those fluttering tummy butterflies,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;those perfect best days proclaimed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;those meaningful dinners.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But then... I do also know,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that when my heart searches,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;my prince would never come.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This is one truth that i love. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I love it coz i love surprises.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;How can surprises be a surprise,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;if it's excitedly expected?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's not a surprise but rather an expectation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want my prince to surprise me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I don't want to expect him to be perfect.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to understand and know him,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;i don't want to dictate whom i want him to be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Someday i know he'd come,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and when that day comes,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He'd be reading this insight,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;together with my other poems.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I write all of these from my heart,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;to my future prince alone,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that he may know who i truly am,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;behind every smile i present.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Senseless entry this is for sure,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;but i just can't stop thinking about,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;a prince whom i don't know for now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Someday he'll come when i stop looking for him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But for the meantime, i will write,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;write until the time i get tired of it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A future prince whom God will give me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The best of all for sure i know...:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-9085180914453035483?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/9085180914453035483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=9085180914453035483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/9085180914453035483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/9085180914453035483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/05/41409.html' title='4.14.09'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-7793027820797758463</id><published>2009-03-31T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:04:56.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Before..After</title><content type='html'>Haha God is so funny!&lt;div&gt;Awhile ago i was sad and in pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the next thing i know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so happy and super excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may have lost my deep friendships,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but God made all my dreams come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to work in Dreamworks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For sure God has a plan in stored for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i can't work with that group,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know for sure God has a better plan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My whole life is in His hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That surely makes my life a living dream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AhHH! can't contain this joy inside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and God made me realize i do have a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She maybe far away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still she cares and never forgets...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really love my best friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She will forever be my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joan, she's thee one and i can't wait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to work with her in the future plans..:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-7793027820797758463?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/7793027820797758463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=7793027820797758463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/7793027820797758463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/7793027820797758463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/03/beforeafter.html' title='Before..After'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-1963029381388506770</id><published>2009-03-31T09:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:29:05.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phoebe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timothy'/><title type='text'>Past Hunting My Present</title><content type='html'>Pictures are meant to give good memories,&lt;div&gt;to give enjoyment and pleasure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as for now, mine is not the same as others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures for me now is hunting my present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts a lot, i don't know why it always happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends from before, i never had replacements for,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now seeking for company that i could never claim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts more that they don't care much no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm in another place, far away from my home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New friends come, but they are never enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numerous number of new friends could never replace One,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One into which i whole-heartedly treasure that is buried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Phoebe, One Angela, One Trisha, One Jamie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Timothy, One Vini, One Rainer, One Nj...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They mean so much to me more than they could ever know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it so hard for me to let go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phoebe's Creative ideas, and make-up magics,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her realistic and sweet frank advices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angela's the knee, playground tricycle rides,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her gift of listening and cute side comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trisha's punk princess sense of style,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her in depth care and compassionate heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie's quiet love and adventurous attitude,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her surprising ideas and homemade gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Timothy's straight english &amp;amp; slang tagalog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His unreadable mind and kind heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vini's happy bright smile and hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His brotherly heart and understanding mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rainer's funny comments and reactions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His loyal friendship and home-y aura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nj's mystery mind and quiet moments,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His curiosity and love for the stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of them could never seem to be wiped away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my dreams i long to be with them again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Heaven is the only place i could be with them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this lifetime, we may not meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if i try so hard to come back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They would never come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have moved on with their separate lives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sadly, I haven't even a teensy bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever i do, as far as a i run away from the pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it chases me back to these pictures that i see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try and tell myself not to look,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but how could I, when they're a treasure inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help me find a way to heal this pain of mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but one thing anyone could never ever do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is replace these people in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't found anyone better than them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, tears i want to shed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just looking at their pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know they don't care much no more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's the mystery why i still care much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hunted by my past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not because of unresolved problems,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but because of  great happiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that could not be replaced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring me to the past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i will never let it go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i am now in the present,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i must move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 billion people in this world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can never replace these One's in my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's still a question how i could ever go on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost in this place i now call home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it really home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Past, Present... I live in both,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stand between the two...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what is it called in between?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-1963029381388506770?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1963029381388506770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=1963029381388506770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1963029381388506770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1963029381388506770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/03/past-hunting-my-present.html' title='Past Hunting My Present'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-8484770972687629204</id><published>2009-03-26T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:16:17.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am really not fond of cars,&lt;br /&gt;yes they're very fast,&lt;br /&gt;but i just don't get why men,&lt;br /&gt;loves it so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see their excitement,&lt;br /&gt;the thrill in their eyes,&lt;br /&gt;their enthusiasm as they speak,&lt;br /&gt;the passion, the dream, the longing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see in any way,&lt;br /&gt;how i could love cars,&lt;br /&gt;as much as men does...&lt;br /&gt;Its just impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my future prince,&lt;br /&gt;would love cars so much,&lt;br /&gt;so much to the point that,&lt;br /&gt;he wants to talk about it, with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i relate, if i don't like it at all,&lt;br /&gt;how can i listen if i find it boring,&lt;br /&gt;how can i appreciate it when i see it as metal,&lt;br /&gt;how can i support what he likes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;but not liking it, is a choice..&lt;br /&gt;wait...&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Then i can choose to like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can clearly see,&lt;br /&gt;I may not like it now,&lt;br /&gt;for i have no reason to like it at all,&lt;br /&gt;not even a tiny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someday, if my prince,&lt;br /&gt;would love it so much,&lt;br /&gt;i think its the most reasonable reason,&lt;br /&gt;to like cars as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would choose to like cars,&lt;br /&gt;coz i love my prince so much,&lt;br /&gt;that i would love what he loves as well,&lt;br /&gt;To see the car not as a mere metal no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the beauty of loving someone,&lt;br /&gt;I get to love something i ignored before,&lt;br /&gt;For love indeed is a choice,&lt;br /&gt;and choices doesn't depend on feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i may not appreciate cars,&lt;br /&gt;but when my prince comes and loves it,&lt;br /&gt;i would surely learn how to love it,&lt;br /&gt;as i learned how to love him...:)&lt;br /&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/1584403541621706229-8484770972687629204?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8484770972687629204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=8484770972687629204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8484770972687629204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8484770972687629204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/03/cars.html' title='Cars'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-1105863621792127143</id><published>2009-03-26T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:25:48.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finishing touches'/><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right now i feel something different.&lt;br /&gt;Something way far from the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Something i feel once in awhile,&lt;br /&gt;that really ruins who I am for this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, i feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;It's as if it's a part of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;that it was in my genes and blood,&lt;br /&gt;and that, It's what i have as a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm the ugliest person in the world,&lt;br /&gt;Even if i I believe in the truth that I am not.&lt;br /&gt;It's this little acnes popping out of my face,&lt;br /&gt;that causes me to be depressed in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also about my weight, my figure,&lt;br /&gt;clothes that fit before, is not fitting no more,&lt;br /&gt;It's as if people are staring at me,&lt;br /&gt;when really they're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about this personality of mine,&lt;br /&gt;How rotten i feel deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;this imperfection of mine that kills me slowly,&lt;br /&gt;When in reality its actually building me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about this new hairstyle,&lt;br /&gt;that makes people angry why i changed it,&lt;br /&gt;that creates little weird rumors,&lt;br /&gt;when in reality they're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about this fashion i have,&lt;br /&gt;that makes people think I'm too different,&lt;br /&gt;and that I am taking the spotlight!&lt;br /&gt;When in reality they don't even care what i wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about this words of mine,&lt;br /&gt;that when i open my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;it'll only hurt a lot of people,&lt;br /&gt;when in reality a lot needs to hear my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it's just all about the perspective!&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i have acne, i'm chubby, i'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, it's called insecurity and its part of life!&lt;br /&gt;It's a part of who i am as a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyday, women face insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;It's a tough emotion we have to face,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a challenge to think positive,&lt;br /&gt;Despite the imperfection of who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So men please give grace to us,&lt;br /&gt;When we rant, we just want to let it out,&lt;br /&gt;We don't always need answers&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes listening is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do really know for sure,&lt;br /&gt;what really matters is what's inside.&lt;br /&gt;but i think as women, we want to be beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;we were made that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we spend long hours in the bathroom,&lt;br /&gt;or go to the gym almost everyday,&lt;br /&gt;or place make up for almost an hour,&lt;br /&gt;or even stay up late just to find the right attire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it in as VANITY,&lt;br /&gt;it's just a part of womanhood.&lt;br /&gt;it's what we are made for,&lt;br /&gt;to be and to stay beautiful...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why?&lt;br /&gt;Ask God, read Genesis,&lt;br /&gt;Think why God created a woman,&lt;br /&gt;and why is she the last one made..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a hint,&lt;br /&gt;When an artist paints,&lt;br /&gt;usually the last thing he does,&lt;br /&gt;is the finishing touches to make it all perfect.&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/1584403541621706229-1105863621792127143?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1105863621792127143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=1105863621792127143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1105863621792127143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1105863621792127143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-7250011798175564538</id><published>2009-03-19T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:51:09.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Problems here and there,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Everyday interfering with my life,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A routine i never got to get used with,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Something i never expect but always comes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Problems are hated by everyone,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's the thing that turns our smiles upside down,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's the thing that crushes our hearts into pieces,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's the thing that causes so much tears.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Problems ruin my perfect day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Problems bombards me with mixed emotions,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It pushes my brain to its limits,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It shakes my identity for a moment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This is how problems are always seen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's the thing that ruins almost everything good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's this thing that pours out too many tears...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and ruins so many good relationships.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But then... are problems really that bad?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Are problems created just to make us suffer?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To make us drown in our endless tears?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Does problems kill us slowly?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No, it does not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Problems is actually the very thing,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That keeps us going on with our lives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's the fuel that keeps us moving on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's a great gift from God,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that is always misunderstood.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and I am guilty myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Problems are challenges.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Challenges makes my life exciting,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;it's the thing that keeps me active,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and not slacking on my daily routes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Challenges are made by problems.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So now i could see,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that problems are opportunities,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;to become a better and wiser person,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;to become strong and independent.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But most of all, problems is a tool,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To keep me coming back to God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Surely problems is not a curse,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;but a gift if seen in the right perspective.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-7250011798175564538?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/7250011798175564538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=7250011798175564538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/7250011798175564538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/7250011798175564538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/03/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-3483048664252931345</id><published>2009-02-20T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:59:08.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Holiness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This word is usually misunderstood,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Holiness is a term that scares people away,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;its a term misjudged in many ways,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that surely turns people's back away from it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;What does holiness truly mean?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;People say its about wearing the right clothes,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Long skirt, long sleeves, neat hair...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Is that what you think as well?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Some even say holiness is like a white canvas,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;someone who is sinless, kind, and pure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Someone who does no wrong,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But is there such person that could ever exist?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Oh please, don't give me the pastors' kids.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;They might be even worst than you think,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Too much expectations, too much white,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that brings them to the wrong side.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;If this is such perspective towards holiness,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;then no one can ever know our real God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Our God who gives so much love and grace.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For God can only be with us in complete holiness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Holiness cannot be gained through works,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For it is a gift freely given away,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To those who receive it completely,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;With no second thoughts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Holiness is not about the things we do,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Not about the things we wear nor eat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's not about the material things or good deeds,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Holiness can never be about such shallow things.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For Holiness can only be explained in one single way,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's not even a sentence nor a phrase,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Don't make something simple, too complicated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Holiness is Jesus Christ.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He Died just for you and me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;the perfect sacrifice, sinless and pure,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He died to restore our relationship with God,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He died to give us life and holiness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now, it's your choice if you'll receive Him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He's gave himself to you freely,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He made a way for you to be Holy,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Won't you accept this perfect gift today?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Don't wait for tomorrow, or later.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's just a simple prayer to utter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He's been waiting for you for long,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and He's not giving up on you, whatever you do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-3483048664252931345?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3483048664252931345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=3483048664252931345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3483048664252931345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3483048664252931345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/02/holiness.html' title='Holiness'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-1641536310550965578</id><published>2009-02-20T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:57:06.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purity's Laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;Purity in a woman's Eyes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;P. stands for perseverance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;Purity is only attained,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;When the will doesn't give up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;it is something hard to contain,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;but this is the key to keepin pact.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;U. stands for understanding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;We must completely understand,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;that purity is a special gift.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;It shouldn't be given to a stranger,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;but given to a special prince.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;R. stands for respect.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;To respect oneself, is to respect others.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;respecting our bodies and our values,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;means respecting our Creator,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;Who sees us a priceless jewel in a priceless crown.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;I. stands for Intimacy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;Being intimate with the Holy God,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;cleanses our thoughts from lust,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;fills our heart with love,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;and gives us worth like no other can.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;T. stands for Trust.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;Trusting God of our future prince,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;can give us assurance that we will never miss.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;Let God be the author of your love story,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;and It'll be more than you could ever think.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;Y. stands for YES!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;A personal commitment,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;is needed to fight such difficult task,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;Now is the time for you to say YES!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;To keepin it pure till the wedding day comes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-1641536310550965578?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-4806944992667554041</id><published>2009-02-04T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:56:16.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Define Silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Silence, music of the soul, unheard by the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-4806944992667554041?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4806944992667554041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A poem for someone who confessed to me lately...&gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A friend i met in a short while,&lt;div&gt;Confessions of feelings you let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciate it much, i really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm sorry I don't feel the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything went just so fast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed the blooming of our friendship;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But because of such a thing you did,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the blooming somewhat came to a pause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're a great man, inspired me deep inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're passion for music is just so grand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please focus on the talent God has given you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For surely i know God will use you mightily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, from the bottom of my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;set your eyes on the path God has given you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A destiny only you can finish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A responsibility meant to be handled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just be friends for now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends without any expectations,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pure and holy in the eyes of God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that He may bless our friendship greatly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now studying I am in love with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being single is what i yearn as of now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No commitments, no disturbances,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes and heart is looking straight into God's plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times, I admit, I long for a companion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its those times into which I choose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choose to focus on becoming a better woman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the prince that is unknown to me for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, I pray, do the same,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be the best man you can be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the future princess you want to attain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you can do it, believe it so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I may look like the princess you long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but know me first for we will never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feelings are fast to develop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but wisdom is a must to be learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think, pray about it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you might be making a wrong choice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;choose beyond your feelings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn and open you heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're a great man i admit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you can become the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold unto God's hands first,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me go and you'll see what i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-8886790483899702838?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8886790483899702838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=8886790483899702838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8886790483899702838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8886790483899702838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-appreciate-it-but-no.html' title='I appreciate it, but no.'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-2412255409770668171</id><published>2009-01-30T11:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:36:22.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realism'/><title type='text'>Now I know</title><content type='html'>I am scared of realism portraits,&lt;div&gt;that lead me to loving cartoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still the question remained,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why in the world am I scared?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first i thought it was because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already see real people in this world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why make more in form of art?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I next i thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cartoons give a more relaxing aura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realism is just too serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to gain joy with arts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realism sometimes deforms the features,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it makes a monster out of people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at times gives more beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then finally today i found the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not scared, i just don't like it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may not agree with my answer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this is how i really see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dislike realism for the reason that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw pictures of Jesus in realism form,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And He was always frowning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of that, I thought He was always serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, cartoons gave Jesus a different image to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In cartoons He'd always be smiling or laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the Jesus I really want to picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone who's open, approachable, and lovable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, this is my own perspective,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respect mine and i will do as well to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i somewhat disrespect yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive me I never meant to give harm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-2412255409770668171?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/2412255409770668171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=2412255409770668171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/2412255409770668171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/2412255409770668171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-i-know.html' title='Now I know'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-2549210920296866677</id><published>2009-01-28T08:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:50:37.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossiping'/><title type='text'>Worst of Me</title><content type='html'>The worst of me has come out of today,&lt;div&gt;This is a sin that has always been a struggle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For women like me, who feel insecure at times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insecurity that leads great pain to other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As James 3:5 says, The mouth is a small thing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what enormous damage it can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've stabbed somebody behind his back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without him doing no harm to me at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like this mouth i cannot control,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loudly saying bad things behind his back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not knowing that he was literally at my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know he's now hurt and in great pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An apology is required, but pride is in the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how this day would end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but surely I am at the verge of my tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing what to do, but undecided how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He smiles and shows that all is fine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i know he heard every bit of word i've uttered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gossiping is a weakness of every woman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's something I must learn to destroy deep within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, my mouth wouldn't open,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm scared and deeply depressed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because i know i've hurt somebody close,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but worst of all, i know I've caused great pain to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanting to run to God for forgiveness and wisdom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but shame and disappointment is written all over my soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confused I am right now, distracted from everything else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i must apologize, but for now i cannot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My smile has faded for the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I was the cause of a wounded heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who meant no harm to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this bright, supposed to be, happy day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-2549210920296866677?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/2549210920296866677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=2549210920296866677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/2549210920296866677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/2549210920296866677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/01/worst-of-me.html' title='Worst of Me'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-1713711177326636090</id><published>2009-01-27T11:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:24:44.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><title type='text'>Mary, or Martha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've always compared myself to Mary or Martha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've always knew that I am more of a Martha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I thought i could only use this analogy with ministries,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But no... It can also be used with relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imagine, me getting married with having a Martha only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who gives much importance to work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Less with listening and sitting on a cozy night with him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who'd rather cook an amazing dinner and not eat together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imagine, doing laundry for the sake of cleaning for him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forgetting to appreciate how he actually looks in those clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imagine, Cooking long hard worked, professional, scrumptious meals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forgetting to enjoy the meal, I've worked hard for him, with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imagine, buying creative expensive unique gifts for him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forgetting that a simple long chat in a coffee shop is so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imagine, studying in a school of the "how to's" of a married life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forgetting that finding out about it together is much more better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imagine, working my butt off just to impress him with my skills,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forgetting that my support and attention is what he needs best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imagine, working hard on a surprise birthday party for him with hundreds of visitors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forgetting to actually give time for him on his special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imagine, making the house clean to make him feel comfortable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forgetting that what he needs is my touch, my attention, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imagine, serving God in church with a different ministry as his,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forgetting that i should be beside him with his ministry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forgetting that my ministry is to be there in his side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Through thick and thin, I should be there to encourage him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forgetting that i wasn't made to work for him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but to listen, encourage and to make him smile in tough times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to learn how to be a Mary, before i even meet him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Martha heart is what i have, and must change in priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the man who has a heart of a Jesus deep within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yearns for a woman who has a heart of a Mary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-1713711177326636090?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1713711177326636090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=1713711177326636090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1713711177326636090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1713711177326636090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/01/mary-or-martha.html' title='Mary, or Martha?'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-8683323595459275512</id><published>2009-01-26T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:03:54.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Sometimes I like to pretend that people interviews me. It's my way of practicing my own perspectives, but somehow i could not say them in front of a person, but thank God i could write them down...:)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My own interview begins with this question.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"Why do you want a man in your life?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want a man because i want to be a queen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;At first glance, a small talk and a get to know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then a small cup of coffee as we go in deeper.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Receiving gifts, his opening of doors, cute hello's,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Simple looks, compliments and security.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;...I want to feel like a princess in this early times.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;From physical attraction, to emotional attraction,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;is the first stages of a bright friendship,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then as spiritual attraction comes in,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That's when a real relationship begins.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;...I want to see my prince beneath that shining armor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Love is a choice, a commitment that is never played.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It is a sacred gift, that is meant to be protected and nurtured.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It is not based solely on gifts, feelings &amp;amp; words alone,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Wisdom and knowledge is needed after all. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;...I want my prince to give me a ring in complete sincerity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A couple walking down the aisle is a dream come true,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Every woman's happily ever after to every storybook.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It is the time to close the book of sweet single-hood,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And the time to open a new book called marriage.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;...I want to see my prince grow into a King.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He indeed is the head of my future family,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Time to let go of my own decisions, time to trust in him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's my time to bend down on my own perspectives,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and let his love and manhood flourish in God's hands.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;...I want a man, because i want to be a queen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My king indeed will mature in God's loving hands,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am created to be on his side whatever may happen,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I wasn't made to rule, but to support and encourage,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am creation's finishing touches, made in complete beauty.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Created to bring beauty and joy in a man's rugged life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Just like in a wide clean green pasture,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Flowers that bloom gives it a more awe-ing experience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Same as a man's life, a woman was made to complete him. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-8683323595459275512?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8683323595459275512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=8683323595459275512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8683323595459275512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8683323595459275512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-own-interview.html' title='My Own Interview'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-8708030462272391518</id><published>2009-01-05T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:41:03.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence?....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;There are things said to me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;told to be kept as a secret,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;trusted to keep and never tell,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;only God knows what i mean.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Confused, if i should tell&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;to those who are wiser than I am;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Or am I to keep such secret,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No other person should hear.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My mind full of questions,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;left unanswered 'til the fall of night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Kneeling on my knees,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;praying to the God who hears.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Lost in thoughts as I sat,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Replaying the words i've let go,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Finding out that my words,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Where no help at all....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Asking God to forgive,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;this judgmental heart of mine,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;letting go of the pride i have.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Regret is in the heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The question still remains...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Must i keep silent or say something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Unwise i could be,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;How i pray that i could receive wisdom&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;right now, to this very moment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am lost. Words of mine i could not understand.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Must i still keep silent or must i speak out?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Wiser than I am, please help me to know,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The truth about my question, that is deeply lost...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-8708030462272391518?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8708030462272391518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=8708030462272391518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8708030462272391518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8708030462272391518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/01/silence.html' title='Silence?....'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-1301683504098124809</id><published>2009-01-05T14:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:38:16.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love on the pit stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am a woman, created to love a man.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;People would usually ask me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"Why don't you have a boyfriend?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My answer varies, though concludes to one point,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;One point into which the world barely understands.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This answer i would always point out,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"I want to become the best woman i could be...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Before i would finally meet 'him'..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A confused face they'd always reply.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"Why don't you try? You're at the right age."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But they don't understand my point,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's not about the age, but the maturity of the heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Age can never pass for maturity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"Why don't you try dating? To know some guys."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;They always think of the 'dating game'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But i don't want to be a busy bee,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;that goes from one flower to another.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"I think you're just scared."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'm just preserving my purity,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To give to the one, giving the best of me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For I want my very first to be my last.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"Just get some experience."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And what? Fall for the devils trap?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;No way man! I'm not into games,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Love is a serious thing, i consider as a sacred gift.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"You're Just paranoid, you're TOO careful, you're just weak."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Paranoid I am not, but weak I am,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;but so what? At least I'm not the one in tears.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know my limits, my weakness is my shield. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"I can't wait for you that long, why can't it be now?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;If you can't wait for me for just several years&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;What more if we are together forever?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am not some toy that could be easily exchanged.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"What if you find another guy better than I?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then be the best man you could ever be,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;while i do the same, and if i choose someone else,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;At least you became a better man.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"Can I wait for you?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Easy to say, but hard to do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Waiting is not an easy task,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;but if you can do it, what more could i ask?:)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"What do you look for a guy?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Sincerity is all i need,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Trust is a must in every promise,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;but mostly a heart that puts God first before me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My pit stop ends here, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;time to get back on track,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and leave these questions and thoughts behind,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;moving forward and never looking back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For i am still on the journey,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Of being the best woman i can be,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For the man who deserves my love,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For all eternity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-1301683504098124809?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1301683504098124809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=1301683504098124809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1301683504098124809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1301683504098124809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-on-pit-stop.html' title='Love on the pit stop'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-6024117474684957939</id><published>2009-01-05T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:22:57.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's Holiday Season... and this is the oddest one i have ever had.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Is it because i was busy with the preparations?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Or is it something to do with 'growing up'?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's only this Christmas into which i didn't have the right spirit to enjoy it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;There weren't any magical feeling nor a sweet breeze of Christmas...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I didn't have the same excitement to give presents,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Nor was I eager to wait for Christmas on Christmas Eve...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A lot has changed in me, and this is the worst i have seen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Christmas is nothing but a normal Holiday for me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That was once a thrilling, exciting, most awaited, magical season.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Does this really happen... When the word 'Busy' comes into anyone's life?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A month before i was actually a little bit excited for Christmas,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But as December came, everything changed...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I was stressed, in pressure, BUSY, doing so many orders, errands, etc.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I lost the real meaning of Christmas... I grew up, leaving its magic behind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I think this is what they mean by, "Not hearing the Christmas bells"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have grown up, did grown up stuff, became BUSY, I left Christmas...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I can't believe it, the most anticipated season, was just a working day for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Is this what growing up means? If it does, i don't want anything about it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This Christmas was a different one, usually I'd long to open up my presents,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'd long to eat Noche Buena with my family on Christmas Eve,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'd look forward to hugging and kissing my family while saying "Merry Christmas!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'd get excited to not sleep at all and look at the sky and talk with God...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But No... I longed for something else... I longed for something unusual...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I longed for a companion... no its the not the right word... I longed for a lover.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I can't believe it, i actually said it... And i don't like how it sounds.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Christmas is about giving, loving, and sharing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It was never meant to be the season for searching for the 'one'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Was my Christmas this lonely? that made me search for such a thing?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Maybe, maybe not... but i think i know the answer, i believe i was alone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Alone? but my family was with me, my friends greeted me, i opened my gifts...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;but then... something was missing... Oh now i see...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I forgot to give my gift to the one to whom we celebrate this season...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I forgot about Jesus.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I was selfish... "Hey go to our Christmas party!" " I can't... I'm busy..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Busy... what a selfish word... what a lonely word... what a cold word...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I always thought being invited only means more gifts or just to be 'nice'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;but no... Being invited means, coming and being the gift yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I lost the essence of Christmas... on my 18th year, i lost it's meaning...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Just because i was..BUSY... yeah.. Being Under Satan's Yolk it is...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Where's the kid inside of me? I grew up... but why did i leave it behind?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I hate this, i don't want this. I want the kid inside of me to STAY! and not leave...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to hear the magic of Christmas bells, the sweet breeze of Christmas,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The sweet aroma of sweet ham and Christmas cookies...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The excitement of giving and receiving gifts, the sharing, the laughter, the joy...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The time of the year, were every adult could show the kid inside of them...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Does a lot of people feel the same way I do, when they 'grew up' and became 'BUSY'?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now i see what those Kiddy Christmas movies and stories tell...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;They tell us to never lose the kid inside all of us...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I almost lost it... Good thing Jesus wasn't as selfish as i was....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Jesus helped me find the way back, to who I really was.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Life isn't just about Work and Money... it's about giving... it's about sharing...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Where was my Christmas wishes? When i was young I'd wish to visit orphanages...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But now? I'd wish for a cellphone, a CD player, a Book, a dress... etc etc...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Materialistic... is this what I gain, when i grow up?... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I don't want to loose the kid inside of me...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I don't want the magic to be gone...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I don't want to exchange my 'Joy' to 'BUSY'...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'm not growing up the right way, I have to put a stop to this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to value Christmas, I want to give, share, and laugh...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to please God and the people around me, my family...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want what's mine to be theirs... Give, Love, and Share.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I may have lost the true meaning of Christmas this time...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But i have learned a very valuable lesson before i step the border of growing up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I've learned not to leave the kid inside of me... to keep the right spirit,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and to never ever be BUSY on this very valuable season...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I made a mistake... I'm not perfect and i will stand up with no regrets.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This Christmas indeed is still a magical one, even if I failed it...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Truly God's love cannot be measured... I have been selfish and yet He loved me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He gave me the best gift this Christmas...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The gift of keeping the kid inside of me...:)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;PS&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I wonder if a lot of adults out there lost it... most likely men...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I wonder if they feel as lonely as i did... do they know why?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'm blessed to have the answers to these questions and feelings...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And well, I believe it's my turn to share this wisdom next Christmas...:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-6024117474684957939?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6024117474684957939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=6024117474684957939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/6024117474684957939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/6024117474684957939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-757793954302012715</id><published>2008-11-24T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:15:13.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>One of Those Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;One of those days.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's one of those days,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;where I think of the weirdest things,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My time of slacking around,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and imagining a different kind of life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's one of those days...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Where I think that if i was a boy,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I would surely be a handsome one,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Being the prince of a lady in distress,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And rescuing her from her boring life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's one of those days...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Where I think if i was a pig,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I would surely have a cute little nose,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;oinking with a different tone,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That would surely give a smile to another pig.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's one of those days...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Where I think if i had my own home,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'd paint it black and white,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Furnish it with my homemade designs,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And finishing it with my little handmade sculptures.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's one of those days...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Where I think if i was a teacher,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I would surely inspire my students,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Help them even outside school,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And listen to their pains and joys.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's one of those days...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Where I imagine if i was a mother,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'd surely hug and kiss my child like no other,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Showering it with love and tenderness,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Raising my child in God's likeness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's one of those days...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Where I imagine if i was a millionaire,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'd shower my money to our youth ministry,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Giving tons of gifts to homeless children,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And buy my mother her own dream home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's one of those days...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Where I think that if i was a famous singer,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'd sing with gentleness and love,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To relax the listeners and give them a soft touch,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And be able to listen to the voice of God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's one of those days...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Where I thank God for creating me the way I am,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and that however God could've created me,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'd still be the best person i could be,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For God is in me and that's gives out the best in me...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Anywhere, Anytime, Whatever i could've been.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Make it a boy, a pig, teacher, mother, singer, millionaire...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The best of me would still come out,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For my identity is not based on man's opinions,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;but it is based on the Word of God, God's amazing love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-757793954302012715?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/757793954302012715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=757793954302012715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/757793954302012715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/757793954302012715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of Those Days...'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-5179791811156275887</id><published>2008-11-24T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:12:33.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maturity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Now i see</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now i see.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Things are changing vastly in my life,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My point of view towards life is different from before,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I can see things in a better light now,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I never seem to loose hope, even in hopeless situations.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now i see.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My life is and will never be the same again,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am slowly nearing my destiny for God,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;His calling I am slowly grasping,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My future unseen yet perfectly planned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now i see.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have to let go of a lot of things,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Things i love i must offer up,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Things that was once important,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Must be given away and shared.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now i see.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My passion is burning up like fire,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Wanting to burst out in great Joy,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Unprepared but ready to charge,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;All for the Glory of God alone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now i see.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That i must give my whole life to Him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My own desires, dreams &amp;amp; decisions,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And open my heart to His bigger plans,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Everything in His perfect time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now i see.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He must be on top of every list,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Higher that Him, i must dispose,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To not get distracted by any other thing,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Time to let go of everything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now i see.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;He's the center of my heart, my life,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My hope, faith and life in His hands i lay down,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Trust and Patience must i learn wholeheartedly,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Doubt and condemnation erased forever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now i see.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Clearly that I am called by God,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Every Human being actually is,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's a matter of laying down our own life,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and carry the cross to where He wants me to go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now i see.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I must have a more intimate relationship with Him,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Reading out the Bible audibly from the Heart,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Praying without doubt but faith and honor,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Spending more time with Him without looking at the clock.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now i see.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My life is beginning to unfold,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My whole being created to glorify Him,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Grace and Love from Him i don't deserve,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Yet gave it to me with no return.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Now i see, Everything is about Loving God. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-5179791811156275887?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/5179791811156275887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=5179791811156275887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/5179791811156275887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/5179791811156275887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-i-see.html' title='Now i see'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-1392956189787160270</id><published>2008-10-31T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:08:30.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Pieces</title><content type='html'>It's really funny how i could learn from a 4 yr old nephew.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this belt design that got broken, it was a little thin flat copper ring. He was playing with it, then he gave it to me and i asked him if he still needs it... He said no, so i broke it into two, coz it was broken anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then his eyes widened and said to "Oh no! it's broken..." Then i said it was already broken... then it was funny that he ignored what i said and he said, "Sticky tape!" and he was so focused on trying to put it together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now he's actually putting scotch tape on the broken ring. He's really busy and dedicated to fix it. He actually covered it with scotch tape! it's actually so cute! he said, "Yahay! it's fixed already..." with a huge smile on his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do i find it so inspiring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His innocence, is what I need as a Christian. Being an adult, i usually think, 'Broken things should be in the trash' but my nephew being a kid thinks, 'It still can be fixed with sticky tape!'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its as if i said, "Broken people, with broken pasts should be left alone.", and its as if my nephew said, "Broken people, with broken lives should never be left alone, and should be fixed with great love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believed that copper ring had no hope of getting fixed, but my nephew thought the impossible... He fixed the unfixable, well not completely fixed, but he did what he could, while i was being too realistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broken people, with broken lives, with nasty attitudes really is hard to talk to or to deal with, but God never sent His people, like me, to love just the lovable. As my devotion this morning, it said that if I love the lovable, anyone could do it. God sent His people to do the impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nephew taught me a huge lesson. It can always still be fixed if we put our mind to it, it's not really about how the outcome would be, but its really about obeying God and trusting Him, it's about trying what I can and letting God do the finishing touches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my nephew said, "Sticky Tape!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a Christian I should say, "God is with me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-1392956189787160270?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1392956189787160270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=1392956189787160270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1392956189787160270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1392956189787160270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/10/broken-pieces.html' title='Broken Pieces'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-3888897165017017272</id><published>2008-10-28T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:31:30.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Boys?</title><content type='html'>Right now, i don't want any guys to interfere in my dreams, i don't want anyone to court me, nor even express their feelings to me! o.o&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to focus on God's calling for me, i don't want to lose my momentum, i don't want to find my worth in man's eyes but in God's. I have so much to learn, and i want to learn it with God alone. No man is accepted in my heart for now, it is not yet my time and i don't want to fall into any temptation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there are times that i do want to have a special someone, but i always end up fighting against it coz its not yet my time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, i do have my eyes on someone, but i cannot imagine myself to be with him for a lifetime...:) i guess its a woman's nature to like the opposite gender indefinitely until the time she gets married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy i've known since the day i transferred here in davao, and had been a huge help to me and an awesome friend. :) He did become my school mate and org. mate...:D till now, he's my crush, but it won't go any further. I want to stay liking him, coz i know its safe, for he likes someone else..:D it'll keep me single and not focused on him nor to any relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys? I like them, i can't live without having someone, but for now, it's just not the time, coz if he'll enter my life now, surely my dreams will be crushed into pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-3888897165017017272?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3888897165017017272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=3888897165017017272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3888897165017017272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/3888897165017017272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/10/boys.html' title='Boys?'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-1141115679914048666</id><published>2008-10-28T10:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:24:37.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>18th Birthday</title><content type='html'>When i was 13 and 16 i always had the huge gut that when i turn 18 something amazing will happen. I actually thought it was about my Manga, that finally i'd be able to publish it on my 18th birthday (it's was my dream). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then the amazing thing i thought would happened turned out to be a life changing experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late las year, i stumbled upon YWAM, a missionary school, eventually they had a college there where the course i wanted was present. So without any hesitations, i quit my dream school in my country and left my social life there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six months... (my first subject for my course) that was the best part of my life. I was able to learn so much about God and i was able to go to Hong kong and Vietnam, i was able to go to another country, that was just a dream before. After i graduated on my first subject, so many things happened, my debut, my 18th birthday, last May 2, happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It got me to thinking, i did not reach MY dream to publish my manga on my debut, but GOD's dream went in, and i tell ya, it's the dream i can't even imagine myself. This year so many things happened. My 18th year wasn't the way i wanted it to be, it was FAR more better than what i planned it to be. Until today, so many things are changing, surely, i am becoming a better woman for God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 18th year hasn't ended, and i'm so excited of what's ahead even if i can't see it myself. everything was on God's perfect timing, and surely His Ways are much more better than mine. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life made a HUGE turn on my 18th year, God never forgot me, God never gave up on me. His love and grace is unexplainable, that i won't even bother to explain, for it'll take a lifetime for me to explain it...:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 18th year is the BEST year of my life, a memorable and faith deepening life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-1141115679914048666?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1141115679914048666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=1141115679914048666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1141115679914048666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1141115679914048666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/10/18th-birthday.html' title='18th Birthday'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-5372153648418335909</id><published>2008-10-04T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:16:39.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Left or the Right?</title><content type='html'>This is one of those days into which i want to rewind my whole day and listen to God in the first place.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything went wrong, wrong choices, wrong priorities, wrong pride. Wrong motive, wrong perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, i don't know what exactly happened to me, but now i realized that I am unconsciously running away from my responsibilities. Now that i am aware of it, can i do it God? Can i work this through? I am such a perfectionist... I want to quit it, i want to enjoy life as you have given me, i want to spend time with You, to know You...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be part of the youth, but i am running away... Help me to stop my feet from this pace i am in... YOu're talking to me right now.. so  many things you're revealing to me... You're grace Lord, is more than enough, i can't explain how BIG your love and patience is for me.. Please God, help me not to give up... to be unselfish... please... i need your help, hear my cry, help me see you when i make choices... please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-5372153648418335909?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/5372153648418335909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=5372153648418335909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/5372153648418335909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/5372153648418335909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/10/left-or-right.html' title='Left or the Right?'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-2167676024835117776</id><published>2008-10-02T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:07:04.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longing'/><title type='text'>Canon</title><content type='html'>So many things have happened recently. I went through a lot of confusion and illusions. Until now. It's still the same actually, but i won't give up on life. I recently realized that music, makes me alive, and inspires me to have hope and faith.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ross overs i had recently I've been bad, I've been good; but i was mostly bad. Only now did i realize that it's because I am so focused on the negative side of MY life... coz with other people? I could always see the positive, but for myself? I can only see the black dot on a pure white handkerchief. I've been trying to search who i was, when I was being myself all along. I was just too preoccupied of MY life that i forgot others! I know what I just said was contradicting haha..:D but that's what i mean, i've been living in two roads. I am luke warm. I'm neither cold nor hot... But i want to be hot in the kingdom of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;mazingly, God hasn't gave up on me yet, and that gave me the courage to fight, to live and not run away. The enemy has been bugging me A LOT for the past few months, he's taking advantage of the fact that my mind is idle. Actually... Just now, i realized that i have been so focused on how to look good on other people's eyes... that i lost who i really am! GAH! i was so self conscious that i totally forgot about who Shiriel is! but fear not, i shall fight!~:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ow I can't really see or know why I am at this stage of my life. I feel so lost, so confused, i feel like I'm being cut into two. Honestly speaking, I've been selfish recently, but i wont stop there, i will stand on my knees once again and fight this nightmare i am in right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;bviously I cannot do it alone, I know i'm not alone, but i am too lazy and too confused to see where God is working in my life. It's like there's a thick cloud in my face, but honestly speaking? I lack consistency. It's pretty weird and odd, that i know what's wrong with me, but i have no idea or i am too lazy to act how to get rid of it. I need someone to lean on, I need a friend until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;early 5 months ago, i had so much friends, my relationship with God was AMAZING, but now... it's as if i am in a plain desert, not alone though, lost and insensitive. I am at a barren stage of my life. I know my soul longs for God, but there's a crust that keeps that feeling from being answered or reached out. I know God is with me, I know He's cheering me on. I know He's there. I know He won't leave me. I know that even if i gave up, He won't give up. I know He has a reason. I know He's sad and hurting as I am right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CANON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This piece, has been my inspiration lately i heard it once in an anime that inspired me. I thought it was the anime that inspired me, but i realized that it was this piece that actually inspired me through the deepest core of my heart. There's just something with this piece that makes me appreciate God's amazing Creation, it reminds me of all the greens and colorful flowers of a blissful meadow, the blue skies and the soft fluffy clouds that bring beauty in that wide sky. It reminds me of a beautiful day at the beach, quiet and free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This piece is my inspiration, i know i've had inspirations before that never worked out for me in the end, for the reason that i want it to be my FOREVER inspiration, but i realized that Life equals change. Change is constant and it will never fade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This inspiration may not last as well as the others, but i will keep it with me and stop looking at the future ahead of me, but i will begin looking at what i have right now, what is under my nose, and what i can use on what i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been a perfectionist, and nothing is perfect, i must admit it, until it is stamped on my brain. Pachelbel's Canon is my inspiration right now. I won't worry about how long it'll be, i'll just enjoy the best of it until the day i'll find a new inspiration..:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Father in Heaven, You music is such a wonderful creation, no words could express how wonderful this creation of yours is. Such mystery is in each sound, tone, and note. You made music to be enjoyed, to be loved and to inspire. I want to play Canon in my violin. I know i don't have enough skills to play it, but surely i know if i play it for you, your music will come out of my instrument. I want to play it with passion and love and amazement. I want to play it for the sad and burdened people, for i want to show them the beauty of your grace and vast, unfailing love...:) I am so sorry if i have done so many wrong things that has hurted you, please forgive me, and thank you for the cross, I am in debt of you Jesus, please use me as you Father wants to use me. I pray for the deep hurt teens out there, that i will find a way to help them, but first, Oh God, Father, please show me the beauty and the magic of your Word, that i may not find it boring but rather see it as my treasure..:) I love you so much, and if i have sins that i am not aware of, please forgive me, I want to tell you how much i love you with a sincere heart, I may not see you, but i know you're there, for my days are always filled with miracles...:) I can do this Father! but i can never do it, without You. You are my strength, my shield, my fortress...:) I hold onto your promise that you will never leave me nor forsake me, and you have a bright future for me..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your ever longing daughter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shiriel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-2167676024835117776?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/2167676024835117776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=2167676024835117776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/2167676024835117776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/2167676024835117776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/10/canon.html' title='Canon'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-4826051968217612289</id><published>2008-09-12T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:51:32.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>My Song</title><content type='html'>Everyday of my life, you were always there,&lt;div&gt;I got to ignore the little miracles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even forgot your salvation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that saves me everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe i've lost my way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my way of loving you, dear Lord,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe i've dropped my faith,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and held on something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Lord oh please forgive me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've turned my back on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i still can't explain your grace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that saved me from this pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe you love me so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite my selfish heart Oh God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe you still protect me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if i turned my back on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Lord oh please forgive me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've turned my back on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i still can't explain your grace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that saved me from this pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are great oh God, majestic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to praise you with my song,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A song that is never ending Oh Father,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just long for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Lord oh please hear my prayer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for loving me till the end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give my entire life to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please use me as you please...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-4826051968217612289?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4826051968217612289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=4826051968217612289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/4826051968217612289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/4826051968217612289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-song.html' title='My Song'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-2227869497025711155</id><published>2008-09-12T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:34:12.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Inspired. Now What?</title><content type='html'>God&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you're there... Finally, over months of waiting, i finally felt your presence today. I can't explain the happiness i felt. I just know you were there in that workshop... I cried the whole time the singer was talking! Haha.... I just missed your presence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately i thought i was forgotten by you. I thought i failed you, i disappointed you. So, i turned away from you... i thought i wasn't anointed no more, i thought i was worthless, i thought i was of no use in your kingdom no more... but i was wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're there, waiting for me... telling me those little three words again, "I miss you". God, i heard that a lot of times from you... i have no idea why in the world i am not responding!... i feel very sad about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart truly is for the youth isn't it?... Heh, when i was those video clips of teens just praying, singing, closing their eyes, i could feel your love flow through me. I just know you made me for them. I was inspired, i was touched... but now... now what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm saddend by the thought that when i got home, its as if everything went back to reality. My inspiration faded, i'm back to being my old boring self. I don't want that, i want something better than yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's in my throne right now? I want it to be you, yet people's thoughts about me is sitting on my throne. I'm so conscious about myself, how people would think of me, how i would present it correctly, i am so focused on not failing, that in the end i am failing not in the eyes of men, but in your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fear of men ruled over fear of God. Oh God, please help me. I have no idea how to overcome this. I need you to clean my thoughts, to erase every confusion written in every corner of my thoughts. i need you, i miss you, i want to love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you're real, i know you're there, i know i want to be with you, but please fill this empty cup i have right now and kick the one sitting on my throne right now. Please, sit on my throne, for it was made and only belongs to you alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready. Storms will come in my life i know, please protect me, i need you. Always let me look forward to the rainbow after the storm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for my rebellious attitude, my ignorance, my pride, my selfishness. I really am. I'm so sorry.... and thank you, thank you for saving me again... for saving me, every single day of my life... thank you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Jesus name i pray, Amen...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-2227869497025711155?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/2227869497025711155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=2227869497025711155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/2227869497025711155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/2227869497025711155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/09/inspired-now-what.html' title='Inspired. Now What?'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-1678791800505798398</id><published>2008-09-10T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:49:18.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sincere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Men.</title><content type='html'>I have a very high standards, especially towards choosing the right man. I was actually very focused on the physical appearance, because i am an artistic person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like a guy who is thin, tall, has a bushy hair, a foreigner, musician or artist, older than me, wears a silver cross necklace, has glasses, looks like an anime, quiet, deep, mysterious, and has a cute smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have more if you ask me. It's very very physical, but then as i asked myself, "Am i looking for a model or a lover?" So i thought about it, i thought of the inner qualities i'd like from a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all of course he must be a believer, and next, he must be sincere....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it... He has to be sincere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized a lot of guys had promised to me when i was younger, that they'd wait for me until i turn eighteen(that was the time i would accept courtship). I trusted them, in the end they all failed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of them had a girlfriend and told me, "I'm still waiting for you, this girl is only for the meantime." The heck?! What are those other girls then? TOYS? or do they think i'm dumb enough not to think that they're playing with me? Hahayz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some said they'd really wait, in the end they said we're good enough as best friends... If only they really waited... If only they were sincere with their promises... I just know i'd say 'yes' to them. But no, no one was patient enough to wait for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They told me its hard to wait for me. What did they think? that it was easy for me? They were only thinking about themselves... Is that love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one dared, nor kept single for me. All, every single guy, who said 'loves' me, never waited. They gave up so easily... I thought of those guys... and if only one of them was sincere enough, i'd turn down the others easily... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, no one waited. I've kept myself pure all this years. I never had a boyfriend even if the world insists that i did have. They just don't understand, maybe they can't accept the fact that there are still women out there who treasures purity even in the smallest ways such as holding hands and saying those three little words....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am crazy about guys, for i am a very emotional girl, i can't live forever without a man by my side, i know i need one; but now, i'll stop looking and start enjoying. Enjoy singlehood...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is so much in this world that i can do as a woman, that i cannot do when i become a wife. I'm eighteen, i'm young, and i'm single and proud of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A salesman actually asked me awhile ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why aren't you with your boyfriend?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like, "I don't want to."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he asked, "How many boyfriends do you have?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I answered, "None at all"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said," A cute girl like you, no boyfriend? you've got to be kidding. I don't believe you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's so hard about accepting the fact that i don't have a boyfriend? or is it one way of men flirting? Dude... i gotta learn more about how men think before i meet the one for me! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its time i put an end to this searching and begin molding myself, to be the best woman i can be for my prince who'll surely come at the right time...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-1678791800505798398?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1678791800505798398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=1678791800505798398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1678791800505798398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1678791800505798398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/09/men.html' title='Men.'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-5701870300399616352</id><published>2008-09-10T16:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:01:03.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>A Bad Day?... Think Again.</title><content type='html'>Two days ago i came home from Manila. I had a great week there with my brother, relatives, and friends. Everything went well, nothing wrong happened within that week, until the day i was on my way home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad Day?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When i woke up, i was alone in my brother's house, for he went to work early.( I hate being alone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When i ate breakfast I looked at my (borrowed) luggage and saw that some mice ate the zipper line;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Worst, I pulled it too hard that the zipper slipped away from the zipper line, making the luggage unclose-able.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I asked some of my uncles next door, to fix it; In the end they can't fully fix it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lunch time came, and there wasn't any gas for cooking rice, no salt nor cooking oil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When my brother picked me up to go to the airport, i forgot something from his house so i had run and go back and get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When i arrived at the airport, i had a 6 kilo excess baggage that cost me six hundred pesos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-While i was waiting for the plane, i bought some donuts and apparently the donuts i wanted was taken from the girl who was supposed to be next in line. (I was supposed to be first)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My plane was 50mins delayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When i rode my plane, the storm was sooo strong! Thunders were flashing before my eyes. I kinda had a bumpy ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When i was in the plane, i got hungry but had nothing to eat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-In the end my whole day was a bad day, the day i was on my way back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Yeah i woke up alone, but if my brother didn't got to work earlier than usual, he won't be able to bring me to the airport! I'd go alone! That's even worst!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The mice ate my borrowed luggage, but at least it was a small damage, and the mice didn't eat anything inside from my stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I pulled it too hard(I was panicking), good thing i didn't create a bigger damage...(Lesson learned, never panic!) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My uncles didn't fully fix it, but at least they solved the problem. I could close my luggage again..(The owner of the luggage was kind enough to understand...She wasn't mad at all...^_^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No gas, no salt, no cooking oil. So i used the oven, butter, and soy sauce to make my egg omelet and opened a can of sardines... :) Good thing God gave me a creative mind...:) It was a different kind of lunch and i enjoyed it... ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I forgot something from his house. Good thing i remembered before we rode a taxi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I had a six kilo excess. Good thing my brother gave me a five hundred bill for my pocket money on that day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I didn't get the donuts from Go Donuts that i wanted, but at least i got to buy the best donuts from Krispy Kremes a day before, that the girl didn't have...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My plane was 50 mins delayed, gave me enough time to buy more donuts for pasalubong, and appreciate the new NAIA building...:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Storm, thunders, bumpy ride. Good thing i was safe! Our plane didn't crash, thank God!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I got hungry. God let me sleep all through out the flight! haha which was so impossible before...and when i got home, i got to eat my favorite homemade dish cooked by my mom!=3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Yeah i got a bad day on the day i went home. Good thing nothing bad happened to me the whole week of my stay in Manila!!! It's so amazing and i had so much fun!:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over all, was it a bad day? Well think again...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-5701870300399616352?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/5701870300399616352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=5701870300399616352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/5701870300399616352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/5701870300399616352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-day-think-again.html' title='A Bad Day?... Think Again.'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-6381289532905487544</id><published>2008-08-19T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:28:00.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shobe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patricia'/><title type='text'>Deep Skinned Friendship</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how you looked at it,&lt;div&gt;but you turned every tear into a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i know there's nothing that could stand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;between our deep skinned friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's make melodies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and celebrate this happiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dancing like little ladies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even in the deepest darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You turned every dark cloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into a wondrous sun shine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That created a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in every blank spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's make melodies, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and celebrate this happiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dancing like little ladies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even in the deepest darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You listened, you believed, you trusted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't thank you deep enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for being who you are in front of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't explain, this happiness deep within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the deepest darkness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you chose to look at the light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now we're back together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never ending this circle of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my bestfriend are okay now!!!!:D am happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-6381289532905487544?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6381289532905487544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=6381289532905487544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/6381289532905487544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/6381289532905487544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/08/deep-skinned-friendship.html' title='Deep Skinned Friendship'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-7484413904301052365</id><published>2008-08-19T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:12:02.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweetness</title><content type='html'>You were happy, i wanted you to stay that way,&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to kill the smile you've made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted you to keep that smile up high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe me, i didn't want to turn it up side down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'm sorry i just can't keep it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the way it has to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Painful i know it may seem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm doing this for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was happy that you trusted me, trust me more now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if what i say would hurt your heart the most,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz I gotta break this deadly cycle your in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to smile for long, believe me its true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'm sorry i just can't keep it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the way it has to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;painful i know it may seem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm doing this for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to let you know, i hate what i did,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It pains me deep within,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i had to do it for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want you to crash before your smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitter you may feel with the words i said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but sweetness is behind every word expressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to say these words as well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i had no choice, i cared enough to let you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry i just couldn't keep it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the way it has to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Painful i know it may seem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is all done for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its for my best friend... i told her what i think is the truth, and i crashed her smile into tears...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-7484413904301052365?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/7484413904301052365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=7484413904301052365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/7484413904301052365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/7484413904301052365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/08/bitter-sweetness.html' title='Bitter Sweetness'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-2493193378718974485</id><published>2008-08-18T09:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:44:24.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>Dark Dump</title><content type='html'>Down in the pits of a dark dump,&lt;div&gt;I find myself roaming with tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost in a place where i could see nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but darkness and garbage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could someone please save me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and get me out of this dark dump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like it here, please save me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lost, can't find my way, save me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see nothing but trash and forgotten memories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel sadness rooted in everything i see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost in such a huge dark dump,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could anyone even see me and hold my hand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could someone please save me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and get me out of this dark dump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like it here, please save me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lost, can't find my way, save me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hand is reaching out high above,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can someone see it and care to reach it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look like trash but would you look deep within?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would someone even care to look at this dump?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could someone please save me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and get me out of this dark dump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired and i need someone now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please save me before it's too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired.. i need help.. I'm lost literally. I've been like this for months.. sometimes i just want to lie down and wake up on a hospital bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-2493193378718974485?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/2493193378718974485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=2493193378718974485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/2493193378718974485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/2493193378718974485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/08/dark-dump.html' title='Dark Dump'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-9070340285113884791</id><published>2008-08-17T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:31:50.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>How could I leave you so?</title><content type='html'>I was standing alone at the back,&lt;div&gt;Hiding from the crowd i was in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled here and i smiled there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end they'd swiftly leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you came along and was different,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You stood by me and asked my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excitedly as i may, i gave it to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in the end i left you there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could i leave you so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you stood by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I regret thy actions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i wished i never did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that i left you on that corner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never will be able see you once more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz when I came back to see you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was too late, you were long gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could i leave you so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you stood by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, i regret thy actions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i wished i never did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How i wish i could turn back time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ask you how you were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To have begun a short conversation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that would end for a lifetime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I failed to listen to your voice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now i've lost a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friendship that ended,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That never even began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could i leave you so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you stood by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, i regret thy actions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i wished i never did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is good bye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without you hearing me say so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahayz... i lost a friend even before our friendship began... Me and my shyness problems, i need to be proactive! ~_~ this is a song i wrote today. I feel this way today.. how i wished i never left him where he found me... i wonder if i'll meet him again and sing this song i've made only for him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-9070340285113884791?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/9070340285113884791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=9070340285113884791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/9070340285113884791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/9070340285113884791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-could-i-leave-you-so.html' title='How could I leave you so?'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-1082245627092930191</id><published>2008-08-05T16:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:04:13.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce Wilkinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>Life Interviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Questions From "The Dream Giver" by Bruce Wilkinson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Think back what you wanted to do while you were growing up and state why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- I wanted to be a teacher ever since i was a kid. I have to admit I've always loved the idea of being superior, but then as i grew up, it began to change. I began to realize that i wanted to be a teacher, because i wanted to give hope. I wanted to inspire teenagers, i wanted to come into their lives and help them pursue their dreams. I wanted to be their friend, their listener. I wanted teenagers to reach their fullest potential. I wanted teenagers to see what it really means when adults say "They're the future". I've and will always want to see teenagers show their real smiles. Though, most of all, i want them to meet my source of inspiration, my source of hope and that is my Savior, Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-As i grew older i began to change whom i want to be, I want to be a singer. Not just any ordinary singer, I want to be a Worship Leader. I want to inspire people through my singing. I want God to use my mellow singing as an instrument to talk to His children. I have a very soft and mellow voice, i've always wanted it that way, for it relaxes people and i know that when one person is relaxed, their mind is at peace, thus letting them hear God clearly. I want to write songs that would bring teenagers back to God. I want to sing to most beautiful tone that i could release that presents how beautiful God is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Later on i found one more thing that i want to be. I want to be an animator and a cosplayer. I want to use this medium to attract teenagers to read or watch my story. My story about people's testimonies about God, my story about my life with God, and Jesus' story. My story full that is full of insights, but most of all, God's story in disguise as mine. I wanted to cosplay with the same reason, to attract teenagers; or more likely teenagers too addicted to anime. There are some teenagers out there who love anime so much that they make their own world in their own mind. People call them weird or funny, but in reality they're just lost or different. Why do i know this? Coz i was one of them before. If i could only talk to them i know they'd listen, but they won't listen unless you know their world or act like one from their world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the end i came to realize that i may have four different dreams, but they only lead to one calling. A heart for the Youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What have I always been good at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Arts and Music. I have a passion for singing and drawing. I could create something wonderful from trash. I could put my wild imaginations on pen and ink, and even pictures and colors. I could love someone without expecting that someone to love me back. I could make people smile through being me.. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What needs do i care about most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Teenagers unable to be loved or unable to reach their dreams. Teenagers unable to smile or laugh. Teenagers who keeps on crying. Teenagers who has a deep longing. Teenagers who seem lost. Fatherless teenagers( I am a daddy's girl ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Who do i admire most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-  A youth pastor i once had, who spoke with passion and wisdom that led me into tears the very time she began to speak up to the point she prayed as she ended her sermon. My Father who has so much wisdom that gave answers to the questions of a lot of lost teenagers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What makes me most fulfilled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- When i know that God used me to prevent or stop a teenager from crying; and see them give out a smile in different ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What do i love to do most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- I love to sing soft and mellow music, i love to write, i love to do anything crafty from edible to inedible, i love making other people smile, i love loving someone, i love teenagers, i love to make something beautiful from trash. I love encouraging people, i love hugging people, i love making others feel good about themselves. I love excitement and smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What have i felt called to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- To reach out to broken Teenagers/Youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What legacy would i want to leave for my children and grandchildren?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- That God was able to make an animation or song that saved teenager's souls through my talents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-1082245627092930191?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1082245627092930191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=1082245627092930191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1082245627092930191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/1082245627092930191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-interviews.html' title='Life Interviews'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-8013578260578814190</id><published>2008-08-05T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:45:10.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Golden Nuggets~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I Don't Want to Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;These past few weeks i didn't want to sleep. Every time nightfall came i hated the feeling of lying down and closing my eyes. At that time, i thought it was because my day was so exciting that i didn't want to bother to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nope. I was dead wrong. It was the complete opposite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I didn't want to sleep because i didn't live my day to the fullest. I end up wasting it. I finished my day without thanking God, i finished my day withou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;t seeing God's plan for me. August 3, 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;can never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; as August 4, 2008. We could never have that date repeated, but rather it ends up as history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today never got to help Tomorrow, because Today looked at Tomorrow first before he even looked at himself. Yesterday stole Today's attention, and Today stayed in Grief. Future wanted to give Tomorrow Happiness as Today wanted it, but Today was so focused on Yesterday that Future couldn't give her gift to Tomorrow. That end up that Present being unopened and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wonder that if i see my Book of Life, would i see waste written all over in most of my days? How about yours? Made me think, why do people have insomnia anyway? Coz if i know, if one person is very happy, they can sleep sweetly. Meaning, people who have insomnia, has the same problem as mine? They couldn't find satisfaction in their day?... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One Quotation really struck me, it asks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; 'Are you living your dream? Or just living your life?' -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bruce Wilkinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where the need is, where my burden is, where my sorrow is, where my strength is used, where my passion burns... there lies my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Too Late?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As Long as I have breath, it is never too late to act on my dream it is never too late to find who I really am.. Our dreams are very important to God, He will never let it die until the need is present. The way I pursue my dream is too unique for any other person who'd pursue it. I can never be the same as You. As Long as you have Faith and Hope as your friend, Too Late will never come near you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So far that's all i have for now..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584403541621706229-8013578260578814190?l=shiriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8013578260578814190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584403541621706229&amp;postID=8013578260578814190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8013578260578814190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584403541621706229/posts/default/8013578260578814190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiriel.blogspot.com/2008/08/golden-nuggets.html' title='Golden Nuggets~'/><author><name>Shiriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180155210156719452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ep9UsnHcBzI/S1uXB8sNDjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jMC2Y00haAk/S220/ShiiYM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584403541621706229.post-2976236617061675734</id><published>2008-08-02T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:48:05.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insecurity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I need...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s funny how sometimes you don’t know what to do anymore. Everything seems to go wrong. No matter how much you look at the positive side, the negative still reigns…&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 just don’t know what to do, I know God is there, but there’s so much in my mind, so much hindrances, so much distractions that I couldn’t hear Him, nor feel Him… I hate this feeling, this feeling of failing at everything.&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 have been in this situation for a long time now. Actually ever since I went back home. I feel a deep longing, I feel insecure… I practically feel lost. Everything I do, seems to be wrong. Everything I try to achieve goes flat to disappointments.&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 try to fight back, but I am just not strong enough. I can’t do anything right anymore. I left my manners somewhere, I lost my smile, I misplaced my responsibility, I hid my politeness somewhere, I dropped my integrity… I practically lost a lot of things.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is this what they call change?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why is it so hard? This change that they talk about, it’s so hard to adjust in. Leaving my comfort behind me; and straining to some unknown future. Change… Why is life bending to you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Change is becoming too constant in my life. Everything I am, everything I do, is changing. I’m growing up, but my heart disapproves. De
