<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740</id><updated>2011-08-02T13:08:41.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zLeEpy mE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-7880909623264699484</id><published>2010-02-17T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:38:37.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Need a Reason - D' Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Today when I saw you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew it was just like the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you met my eyes I came close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I felt like the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To hold back my fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and feel you so near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ve never been this far before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To hold back my fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and feel you so near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m scared of falling into deep this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do I need a reason to tell you why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m singing you this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do I need a reason to show you that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know where I belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I am weary I lean on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this feeling that I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so much stronger now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankful, yes I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I’ll renounce them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the doubts and the fears I’ve been nursing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll fly like a moth to the flame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I’ll feel like the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To hold back my fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and let you come near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ve never been this far before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To hold back my fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and let you come near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m ‘fraid of loosing and still I go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-7880909623264699484?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/7880909623264699484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/7880909623264699484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-i-need-reason-d-sound.html' title='Do I Need a Reason - D&apos; Sound'/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-1269735819381796382</id><published>2010-02-15T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:22:19.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Love or Neediness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here’s my big message today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can only have happy relationships if you have happy self-love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nope, I’m not talking about narcissism—or extreme selfishness. Here’s why: I believe selfish people don’t really love themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me tell you my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Two years ago, I attended my 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Alumni Homecoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was great catching up with old friends. We were all bigger, balder, and bumpier in various parts of our body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       But what gave the heebeejeevies was walking through my old school building. I was overwhelmed with a flood of not-so-happy memories. I realized how much I didn’t like school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You see, I was a very insecure kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was very shy. I was introverted. I had pimples. I was so thin, they called me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tipaklong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(grasshopper). For Filipinos, my nose was large, so they called it a grand piano hanging on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And some classmates bullied me. They called me names. They pushed me around. They forced me to do errands. And they made me their lifetime supply of pad paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       In youth lingo, I was a Loser with a capital L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I felt all my classmates were so confident, so large, so outgoing, and so happy. They loved school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And so I asked myself this disturbing question: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is wrong with me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Hundreds of times a day, I would ask myself this question. And for years, this question was my constant refrain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What Is Wrong With Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25 years later, I know God has healed me because I don’t ask that cynical question as often anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I now love myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ve grown in confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I’ve become successful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       I have a wonderful family and fantastic friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       I’ve written bestselling books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And my pimples are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ve grown to my ideal weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My face is larger, so my nose isn’t a grand piano anymore. (Now it looks more like a church organ.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       And thanks to my friend, co-preacher, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;couturier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, Adrian Panganiban, I dress well. Suits, ties, the works. He makes clothes for showbiz stars and has made it his personal mission to make me look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guwapo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I think he has succeeded (Ahem).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But may I be honest with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At rare times, I still find myself asking that judgmental question: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s amazing how after 25 years, a tiny part of me is still that insecure schoolboy that wanted people to like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My problem through all those years? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn’t love myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       For decades, my heart was empty of self-love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       But was my heart really empty? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your Heart Filled With Either &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Self-Love Or Neediness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagine your heart to be an empty bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it’s not really empty. It’s actually filled with air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       In the same way, when a human heart doesn’t have self-love, it isn’t empty. It’s filled with neediness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The air in the bottle is a symbol of neediness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But if you pour water in it, it pushes air out of the bottle. The more water it has, the less air it has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       That water is self-love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I believe the only solution to neediness is self-love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you learn to love yourself, you’ll push out neediness from your heart. The more you love yourself, the less neediness you have. The less you love yourself, the more neediness you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Would you know neediness if you saw it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do You Have Neediness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Neediness, or a lack of self-love, is expressed in so many ways. Here are a few of them…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;·        Some, like me, become people-pleasers. They’ll be kind, gentle, and smile at everybody so they’ll be liked. Because their substitute for self-love is to be liked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;·        Some achieve a lot, get good grades, and do great things. Because their substitute for self-love is to be admired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;·        Some rebel, get angry, disobey, and reject everyone. Because they’re substitute to be loved is to receive attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;·        Some become victims of abuse. (Read my example later.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I said, I expressed my neediness in the first way—by becoming a good guy. All these years, people thought I was such a loving person. (I fooled you, didn’t I?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But in reality, I wasn’t giving love; I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;buying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wasn’t giving love; I was giving neediness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because you can only give what is in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boy, was I miserable! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because I lacked self-love, it was impossible to have a healthy, happy, relationship with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Let me tell you an extreme example…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Need To Be Needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Angela is married to her college sweetheart Marty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But Marty is an alcoholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few times a month, he comes home very drunk and beats Angela. He gives her a black eye. Slaps on the face. Bruises on the arm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When he wakes up, he doesn’t even remember what he did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Marty kneels down before a battered Angela and asks for forgiveness. He’s totally repentant and sobs like a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But one or two weeks after, he gets drunk again and beats her up again. This insanity has been going on for seven years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Many friends have told Angela to leave Marty. And she has. But Marty would find her and beg her to return. And out of love, she would return home—only to be beaten again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But is it really out of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No. It’s neediness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Specifically, the need to be needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like me, Angela’s heart is filled with neediness, begging for love. Because she can’t find love, she mistakes being needed as love. And she finds it in her sick husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Angela’s neediness attracted Marty’s neediness. Two needy people needing each other. It was the perfect recipe for an unhappy marriage. (I’ll talk more about this later.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I talked to Angela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told her the harsh truth, “You don’t really love her husband.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“How could you say that?” she said, “That’s why I’ve stuck with him…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“If you really loved him, and not needed him, you would have run away from him a long time ago and never went near him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he stopped drinking for at least 6 to 12 months. He doesn’t need gentle love. He needs tough love. Are you willing to give that?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She closed her eyes and wept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Problem Of The Needy Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m going to expose my age again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember this song by Basil Valdez? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“It’s your smile, your face, your lips that I miss; your sweet little eyes that stare at me and make me say, I’ll be with you through all the way, ‘Cause it’s you, Who fills the emptiness in me…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lovely song. But here’s what I learned about relationships: An empty heart can only give emptiness.  And emptiness is another word for neediness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you heard this song by Barry Manilow? “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know I can’t smile without you, I can’t smile without You, I can’t laugh and I can’t sing, I’m findin’ it hard to do anything…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ll be scared if I have a friend who can’t smile without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ll be scared if I have kids who can’t smile without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ll be scared if I have a wife who can’t smile without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or have you heard this one by Mariah Carrey?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“I can’t live if living is without you, I can’t live, I can’t live anymore…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beautiful song. But if you’re looking for a spouse, I strongly urge you to look for someone who can actually live without you—but who will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to live with you—not because he needs you, but because he loves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But this isn’t that easy. Again, I must warn you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Neediness attracts neediness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A needy heart is naturally attracted to another needy heart. The reason is obvious. If you can’t get love, might as well get its counterfeit: neediness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That’s why some women are jerk magnets. They’re attracted to bad guys because they need to be needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The only solution? Replace neediness with self-love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because you can only have healthy relationships if you have healthy self-love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Five Ways Of Filling Your Heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With Self-Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Let me share with you the five powerful ways of how to fill your heart with self-love. I’ve tried them. They work marvellously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Many relationships are suffering right now because of neediness. When you learn to love yourself, your relationships will be freed from neediness. And your relationships with become so much happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I must warn you: Five is a big number. You won’t remember them all. What I want you to do is choose one thing that you believe God wants you to do today. Just one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Believe in your own worthiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Fulfil your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Care for your needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Relate with the right God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Relate with the right people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Step 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Believe In Your Worthiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do this for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Place your hands over your chest and say this out loud, “I’m a wonderful human being. I’m a beautiful person. I’m blessed. I’m equipped. I’m anointed. I’m talented.    I’m loved. I’m prosperous. I’m generous. I’m wealthy in every way.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you feel better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then say these statements twice a day, once in the morning and once before you sleep at night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Personally, I had to change my constant question in my mind. Instead of asking, “What’s wrong with me?” I had to start asking, “What’s right about me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get a piece of paper and answer that question. Write whatever comes to mind. The longer the list, the better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Second, go to a loved one—and ask her, “What’s right about me? What’s great about me? What’s wonderful about me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Write down her answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And echo the Psalms when it says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       When you appreciate your worth, it’ll be much easier to appreciate the worth of others. And you’ll find your relationships growing in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Step 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fulfil Your Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       This actually saved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       I wasn’t very good with Step 1, “Believe In Your Worthiness”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       But by God’s grace, I learned my mission early. I gave my first talk as a 13-year old boy and it changed my life. I suddenly knew my sacred mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       I learned to dream about my ministry a long time ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       But I had a hard time dreaming about my dreams—like what house I wanted to live in and how much money I wanted to earn or what car I wanted to drive. Because I felt this would be selfish. Shouldn’t my whole life be for God alone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But years later, I learned that to honor those dreams in my heart was to honor God who gave me those dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I began to love myself by working on fulfilling my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do yourself a big favor. First, know your dreams. Second, go and reach for your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why will this bless your relationships? Because once you honor your dreams, you’ll be able to honor the dreams of others too. You’ll encourage people in your life to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Step 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Care For Your Needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       My wife calls me a low-maintenance husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       I don’t need much to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       A part of that is good. But a part of that comes from my past: For years, I felt guilty if I wanted something. Like it was a bad thing. I had to wrestle with that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Later on, I learned to be aware of my needs and meet them generously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       One of my strongest needs is to be quiet, to be alone, to read a book, to reflect. So I give that to myself as often as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       My other need is to exercise regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       And when I’m exhausted, I get a massage. My wife knows that if I want to feel loved, she’ll give me a foot massage. It beats a delicious casserole anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       And about money. There was a time when I didn’t like spending for myself, just for others. Again, I felt selfish if I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I could spend money as long as it’s for God or for others. But I’ve always had a hard time spending for my own needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey, perhaps this isn’t your problem. I know others who come from the opposite direction: All they do is spend for themselves and don’t give to God or others. Well, I believe God will pull you towards my direction. And we’ll meet somewhere in the middle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But slowly, I’m learning. Last month, I bought a nice pair of headphones for myself.  It was the noise-cancelling headphones, great when you want to sleep in airplanes. I still couldn’t buy the expensive brand that costs P5000. So I just bought the cheap brand worth P800. But still, I felt wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Being a simple person, I still have very few needs. But those needs, I try to honor whenever I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Go ahead. Write your own needs on a piece of paper. And see how you can honor them too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Again, this simple act will bless your relationships because you can now serve people’s needs with a heart full of love, not neediness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Step 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Relate To The Right Image of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ve met people whose God is always angry and condemning. Then I’m sorry, prayer won’t help. Because you’re praying to the wrong god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fix your picture of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Read books on God’s Love. Talk to spiritual people who have the right image of God. Capture this vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And allow that God to love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let Him whisper to your heart that you’re more wonderful than you can ever imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is one of the goals of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GodWhispersClub. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you’re not yet subscribed, log on at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.godwhispersclub.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.GodWhispersClub.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. You’ll get a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GodWhispers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Email twice a week. It’s free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       When you change your image of God, your relationships with others will change by leaps and bounds because you become like the God that you worship. If you worship a judgmental god, you’ll be judgmental too. But if you start worshipping a God of great compassion and love, you’ll (slowly) be like Him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Step 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Relate To The Right People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Needy people attract needy people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So be careful with the people who enter into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you’re not careful, you may end up with an inappropriate number of what many authors call “Emotional Vampires”. These are people who suck out your love and joy. There are many kinds of Emotional Vampires: The Demanding. The arrogant and the self-righteous. The bitter. The unfaithful. The manipulative. Addicts. Parasites. Complainers. Critics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagine your life as a three-seater couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because you only have 24 hours a day, there’s a limit to the people who you can hang out with—in the same way that there are a limited number of people who can sit on that couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If the spaces are filled, they’re filled. Your life isn’t like Facebook where you can accommodate 5000 friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here’s my point: If you’re always hanging out with Emotional Vampires who suck out your love, you won’t have time to hang out with great, nourishing, and inspiring people who can give you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look. I’m not saying you should get rid of your toxic spouse or toxic mother. I’m not saying you don’t spend time with needy people. Love them! Remember that Jesus spent time with tax-collectors, prostitutes, and drunkards, reaching out to them in love. That was His main ministry. But He balanced this by spending time with his disciples and with His Father too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So increase your time with people whose hearts aren’t filled with neediness but love. When you surround yourself with the right people, you fill your heart with love too. So look for mentors, teachers, and coaches who can bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It could even be a virtual mentor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For example, by reading my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Soulfood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Letter each week, you’re “spending time” with me. You’ve made me a virtual mentor. (I’m happy to be of service to you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Proverbs 13:20 says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whoever walks with the wise will become wise; whoever walks with fools will suffer harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Choose One Assignment From God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Now that you’ve read all five actions, pick one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Not two, or three, or four, or five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Just one assignment from God for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Believe in your own worthiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Fulfil your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Care for your needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Relate with the right God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Relate with the right people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But hey, whatever you chose is still pretty broad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Write down what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;specific action &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you can do today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Love yourself, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       May your dreams come true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;       Bo Sanchez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-1269735819381796382?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/1269735819381796382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/1269735819381796382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2010/02/self-love-or-neediness.html' title='Self-Love or Neediness'/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-2442849090712415938</id><published>2009-12-09T05:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T05:41:08.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...I'm hoping that next time i write something in my blog...it'll be a happy thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-2442849090712415938?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/2442849090712415938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/2442849090712415938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-5815513219477074832</id><published>2009-12-07T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:43:54.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still contemplating about the things that i'm going through right now...i know that i'll get by. &lt;div&gt;I just pray to God to help and guide me in everything i do...Siya lang naman ang kakampi ko sa lahat ng ginagawa ko.&lt;br /&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/7969740-5815513219477074832?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/5815513219477074832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/5815513219477074832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-still-contemplating-about-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-2425252194379199062</id><published>2009-11-29T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:40:17.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"If pain must come, may it come quickly. I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best possible.If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him. Waiting is painful.Forgetting is painful.But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;- Paulo Coelho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-2425252194379199062?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/2425252194379199062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/2425252194379199062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-pain-must-come-may-it-come-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-1495250477536783203</id><published>2009-11-11T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:48:36.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7969740-1495250477536783203?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/1495250477536783203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/1495250477536783203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-4272848767598311218</id><published>2006-12-25T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:02:37.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Bless! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a message from me ofcourse:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RZOM3F4R0FI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y4KNC04G_N4/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013505688292413522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RZOM3F4R0FI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y4KNC04G_N4/s200/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...ayoko naman magpa picture diba? hmmm.....di naman obvious :)&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/7969740-4272848767598311218?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/4272848767598311218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/4272848767598311218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2006/12/december-2006.html' title='December 2006'/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RZOM3F4R0FI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y4KNC04G_N4/s72-c/Picture+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-1940500476996655878</id><published>2006-12-21T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:02:37.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subic Times....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RYozUl4R0AI/AAAAAAAAABU/jDsFTD-fMLg/s1600-h/Picture+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010873964261658626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RYozUl4R0AI/AAAAAAAAABU/jDsFTD-fMLg/s200/Picture+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RYozVF4R0BI/AAAAAAAAABc/4n_5x-QWdrQ/s1600-h/Picture+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010873972851593234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RYozVF4R0BI/AAAAAAAAABc/4n_5x-QWdrQ/s200/Picture+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RYozVl4R0CI/AAAAAAAAABk/obh-CY0NmkQ/s1600-h/Picture+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010873981441527842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RYozVl4R0CI/AAAAAAAAABk/obh-CY0NmkQ/s200/Picture+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RYozV14R0DI/AAAAAAAAABs/328CjRUl6S4/s1600-h/Picture+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010873985736495154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RYozV14R0DI/AAAAAAAAABs/328CjRUl6S4/s200/Picture+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We will surely miss Derick and Joanne Gomez.&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/7969740-1940500476996655878?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/1940500476996655878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/1940500476996655878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2006/12/subic-times.html' title='Subic Times....'/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RYozUl4R0AI/AAAAAAAAABU/jDsFTD-fMLg/s72-c/Picture+147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-5296731479148110055</id><published>2006-12-15T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:02:37.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find the Man</title><content type='html'>Can you Find the man???&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't take more than 10 seconds for people good eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;Time yourself!! Enjoy. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RYJBEMFUFTI/AAAAAAAAABI/BWu9eT7eK1Y/s1600-h/find+the+man+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008637275808208178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RYJBEMFUFTI/AAAAAAAAABI/BWu9eT7eK1Y/s320/find+the+man+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-5296731479148110055?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/5296731479148110055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/5296731479148110055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2006/12/find-man.html' title='Find the Man'/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RYJBEMFUFTI/AAAAAAAAABI/BWu9eT7eK1Y/s72-c/find+the+man+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-3746519615738735218</id><published>2006-12-14T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:02:37.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>061400</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RYD3IMFUFQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ky6714PDp08/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008274505690518786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RYD3IMFUFQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ky6714PDp08/s200/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-3746519615738735218?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/3746519615738735218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/3746519615738735218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2006/12/061400.html' title='061400'/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RYD3IMFUFQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ky6714PDp08/s72-c/Picture+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-1053810691535507563</id><published>2006-12-13T01:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:02:38.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GGP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RX_JXcFUFPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_-f8FZPCeMg/s1600-h/edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007942715171935474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RX_JXcFUFPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_-f8FZPCeMg/s320/edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Glee Girls Pilipinas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-1053810691535507563?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/1053810691535507563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/1053810691535507563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2006/12/ggp.html' title='GGP'/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/RX_JXcFUFPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_-f8FZPCeMg/s72-c/edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-9016875508162440200</id><published>2006-12-13T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T01:31:11.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new look...</title><content type='html'>im back.. :)&lt;br /&gt;...para maiba,ibahin ang itsura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-9016875508162440200?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/9016875508162440200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/9016875508162440200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-look.html' title='new look...'/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-113999814008912429</id><published>2006-02-15T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T02:06:38.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'twas ate's bday last saturday (fed.11) and we went to Tagaste Tagaytay Retreat House with our choirmates at Baste and pinuntahan na din namin yung mga madre na nag stay sa San Sebastian manila nung mga bata pa kami and wag ka... kahit matatanda na sila (yung mga age na nila is from 80 to 90 yrs old) alam mo na malalakas pa din sila at ang nakaka touch dun is naaalala ka pa din nila yun nga lang mga naka wheelchair na sila (malamang)...and then kinantahan namin sila...at ang mga most requested songs nila eh alam na alam pa din nila na kinakanta namin yung mga songs na yun like light of a million,in him alone,etc.(mga gospel songs) madami din naman kaming nakanta for them and nakaka tuwa din kasi nakikita mo sa kanila na tuwang tuwa sila at gusto ka nilang pakinggan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...nag simba kami sa Lourdes church (Tagaytay) habang inaantay namin yung iba naming mga ka-berks and fiesta din pala nung time na yun sa tagaytay kaya timing talaga yung pag punta namin dun so ciempre ako naman mega picture picture kasi ang ganda nung church at first time namin na nagsimba dun..for remembrance na din diba...&lt;br /&gt;osha ito na ang pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="140" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Picture052.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;img height="140" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Picture054.jpg" widht="170" /&gt;&lt;img height="140" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Picture019.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;img height="160" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Picture038.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;img height="160" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Picture044.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;img height="160" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Picture050.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Picture033.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Picture032.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Picture008.jpg" width="190" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...madami pa yan kaya nga lang next time ko na lang ulit ipo-post dito yung iba saka andito na din si ronald...alis na ko :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-113999814008912429?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113999814008912429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113999814008912429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2006/02/twas-ates-bday-last-saturday-fed.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-113990891087486094</id><published>2006-02-14T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:21:50.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;HaPpY VaLenTIneS DaY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/1117061462.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Picture047.jpg" width=230 height=170&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Happy 68!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-113990891087486094?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113990891087486094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113990891087486094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day-happy-68.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-113990801895868607</id><published>2006-02-08T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:12:47.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;Happy Birthday YaNiC!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Dec.jpg" width=300 height=220&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-113990801895868607?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113990801895868607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113990801895868607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-yanic.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-113990717249625696</id><published>2006-02-03T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:59:53.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATS BAK AND ELAINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="220" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Picture140.jpg" width="300" /&gt; &lt;img height="220" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Picture013.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;...at last mag kaka baby na din si bak and elaine...nalaman naming 3 nila joan last wed. nung nag test si elaine dito sa ofc. after lunch....at pigil na pigil pa ang pag tili naming 3 sa labas ng washrm... hehehehe....anyway,we're so happy for you and we're looking forward to see your baby marsei... mwah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-113990717249625696?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113990717249625696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113990717249625696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2006/02/congrats-bak-and-elaine.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-113990618196696764</id><published>2006-01-29T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:41:17.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;Happy Birthday to me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Picture212.jpg" width=250 height=200&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Picture195.jpg" width=250 height=200&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-113990618196696764?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113990618196696764'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-113807047386713892?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113807047386713892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113807047386713892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2006/01/ang-galing-ng-pinoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-113687673160336256</id><published>2006-01-10T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:07:19.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/ShowLetter5.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaayyyy....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-113687673160336256?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113687673160336256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113687673160336256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2006/01/haaaayyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-113687644656278823</id><published>2006-01-05T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:02:49.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...Was browsing friendster awhile ago and saw one of ronald's friend and nakaka tuwa kasi i guess he's inlove...im happy for him kasi nakita ko sa mga pics nia and na feel ko na masaya cia astig nga ng blog nia eh akalain mo yun may blog din pala yun hehehe..'la lang,na share ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooppsss...parang malapit na din ata ang bday ko ah..shocks madadagdagan nanaman ang edad ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey Kay you're not getting any younger ok ok ok!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-113687644656278823?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113687644656278823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113687644656278823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-113645835210974739</id><published>2006-01-02T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:52:05.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 na!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone!!!!! hay...natapos nanaman ang isang taon at 'eto nanaman ang bagong taon....ano kaya ang mangyayari sakin? hmmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;Recap last Dec.2005&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec.21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yei....si mommy,anri and papa ay umuwi dito sa Pinas (dapat i-surprise kami) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec.22&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;La naman bago,andito pa din ako sa ofc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec.23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciempre half day ako nun kasi gusto ko na makasama sina mommy maglamierda hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec.24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag simba kami and ako ang respo. at pinakanta pa ako ni pa-der ng 'Oh holy night' para daw sa Homily nia... oki fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec.25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas Day! Happy Birthday Jesus! We went to Las Pinas and visited our kamag-anaks...(dami!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahaba na masyado lalaktawan ko na lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec.31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's some kinda sad bec. mommy,anri and papa have to go back to Japan again....pero nung gabi,though merong kulang pero kailangang salubungin ang new year ng naka ngiti at masaya diba so smile na lng ng smile and greet everybody a Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-113645835210974739?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113645835210974739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113645835210974739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006-na.html' title='2006 na!'/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-113411254935545493</id><published>2005-12-08T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:15:49.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;MOMENTS IN LIFE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are moments in life when you miss someone&lt;br /&gt;so much that you just want to pick them from&lt;br /&gt;your dreams and hug them for real!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens;&lt;br /&gt;But often times we look so long at the&lt;br /&gt;Closed door that we don't see the one,&lt;br /&gt;Which has been opened for us&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't go for looks; they can deceive.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.&lt;br /&gt;Go for someone who makes you smile, &lt;br /&gt;Because it takes only a smile to&lt;br /&gt;Make a dark day seem bright.&lt;br /&gt;Find the one that makes your heart smile.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Dream what you want to dream;&lt;br /&gt;Go where you want to go;&lt;br /&gt;Be what you want to be,&lt;br /&gt;Because you have only one life&lt;br /&gt;And one chance to do all the things&lt;br /&gt;You want to do.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet&lt;br /&gt;Enough trials to make you strong,&lt;br /&gt;Enough sorrow to keep you human and&lt;br /&gt;Enough hope to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily&lt;br /&gt;Have the best of everything;&lt;br /&gt;They just make the most of&lt;br /&gt;Everything that comes along their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brightest future will always&lt;br /&gt;Be based on a forgotten past;&lt;br /&gt;You can't go forward in life until&lt;br /&gt;You let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you were born, you were crying&lt;br /&gt;And everyone around you was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Live your life so at the end,&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one who is smiling and everyone&lt;br /&gt;Around you is crying.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To those who have touched your life in one way or another;&lt;br /&gt;To those who make you smile when you really need it;&lt;br /&gt;To those who make you see the&lt;br /&gt;Brighter side of things when you are really down;&lt;br /&gt;To those whose friendship you appreciate;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are so meaningful in your life.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Don't count the years - count the memories&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*but then....i agree...sigh****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-113411254935545493?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113411254935545493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113411254935545493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2005/12/moments-in-life-there-are-moments-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-113342830993763524</id><published>2005-12-01T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T01:17:34.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what Oprah has to say about men...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop making excuses for a man and his behaviour. Allow your intuition&lt;br /&gt;(or spirit) to save you from heartache.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Slower is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you&lt;br /&gt;deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends". A friend wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;mistreat a friend. Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at&lt;br /&gt;yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person you can control in a relationship is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you&lt;br /&gt;any differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have your own set of friends separate from his.&lt;br /&gt;Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you,&lt;br /&gt;speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let a man know everything.* He will use it against you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot change a man's behaviour.* Change comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he&lt;br /&gt;has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let a man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never borrow someone else's man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men are NOT dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is a two&lt;br /&gt;Way street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute&lt;br /&gt;about baggage... deal with your issues before pursuing a new&lt;br /&gt;relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...a relationship&lt;br /&gt;consists of two WHOLE individuals...look for someone complimentary...not&lt;br /&gt;supplementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make him miss you sometimes...when a man always know where you are, and&lt;br /&gt;you're always readily available to him - he takes it for granted. -&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this TRUE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never move into his mother's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never co-sign for a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you&lt;br /&gt;need.*Keep him in your radar but get to know others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-113342830993763524?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113342830993763524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113342830993763524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-what-oprah-has-to-say-about.html' title='This is what Oprah has to say about men...'/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-113325989989828322</id><published>2005-11-29T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T02:25:58.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;"if two people are meant for each other, it doesn't mean that they are meant for each other NOW."&lt;br /&gt;--- pacey whitter "DAWSON'S CREEK" ---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-113325989989828322?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113325989989828322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113325989989828322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-two-people-are-meant-for-each-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-113325815998573188</id><published>2005-10-31T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T01:56:00.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/nald1.jpg" width=100 height=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;muahhhh!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-113325815998573188?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113325815998573188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/113325815998573188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-muahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-112979376817393097</id><published>2005-10-20T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T00:36:08.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Laws of Life You Can Depend On &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This, too, shall pass. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stays the same. The only constant in life is change. With every decision we make, we initiate change. Even when we decide not to decide, life still goes on, and changes still occur. When we are in a state of discomfort, sadness, grief, or pain, we know that because life goes on, change will bring us some kind of relief. And because even comfort, happiness, and all good things also pass, we know that we need to appreciate and cherish each precious, fleeting moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time heals. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timepiece of life never stops. Neither does it pause for those who celebrate, speed up for those who are impatient, nor slow down for those who fear tomorrow. Time ticks a regular rhythm that steadily brings new moments, new days, and new seasons. As time pushes forward, we take new steps, face new challenges, and create new opportunities. And as life goes on, we are forced to move past our episodes of disappointment, sorrow, or despair. More than anything else, time heals not just broken bones but broken hearts as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ask, and you shall receive. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People won't know what you want unless you ask for it. Dreams and goals are just wishes until you act on them, and acting on them often requires that you ask for answers, for assistance, or for something tangible. It takes a lot of courage to ask for help, but when you come forward, only then will the world know what to give you. Just ask and know that miracles can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can have anything, but not everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life offers us infinite possibilities. With hard work, determination, and perseverance, we can achieve anything. If we are willing to pay the price and go the extra mile, we can have whatever our hearts desire. But no matter how hard we try, we can't have everything. Life is a balancing act of wins, losses, and trade-offs... we gain some and we lose some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What goes around comes around. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the universal law of nature: do to others what you want others to do to you, because whatever you sow , you reap; whatever you give, you get back ten-fold. It doesn't hurt to smile, or be kind, or extend a helping hand. You never know when or how, but every act of goodness always returns to the GIVER. Give one today and receive ten tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*from aby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-112979376817393097?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112979376817393097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112979376817393097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2005/10/5-laws-of-life-you-can-depend-on-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-112927600657966119</id><published>2005-10-14T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:47:45.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;061400&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;happy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-112927600657966119?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112927600657966119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112927600657966119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2005/10/061400-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-112806263697829438</id><published>2005-09-30T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T01:28:37.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=justify&gt;I will surely miss jules...yung mga kulitan namin and yung pag punta namin sa puerto galera...well i know naman na magkikita pa din kami (pag di sya busy) pero iba pa din pag nakikita mo araw araw...i will miss your hirits like, "Alis ka dyan pwede?" (kasi mag-iinternet sya sa pc ko)"Uwi ka na","paki hawak naman","Mcdo?",mami miss ko kung pano nya kainin ang Big Mac,mga songs ni Beyonce,Mariah,at ang "If I were you" ni Tamia...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy for you jules...May God Bless you and Take good care of yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Image215.jpg"width=250 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Image230.jpg" width=250 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/fotogalore1020.jpg"width=250 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/FamilyPicture.jpg"width=250 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Image237.jpg" width=250 height=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Image1055.jpg"width=250 height=200&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-112806263697829438?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112806263697829438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112806263697829438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-will-surely-miss-jules_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-112677001610061625</id><published>2005-09-15T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T03:14:39.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;REFLECTION:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, in our relentless efforts to find the person we love we fail to recognize and appreciate the people who love us. We miss out on so many beautiful things and simply because we allow ourselves to be enslaved by our own selfish concerns. Go for the man of deeds and not for the man of words for you will find rewarding happiness not with the man you love but the man who loves you more. The best lovers are those who are capable of loving from a distance, far enough to allow the other person to grow, but never too far to feel the love deep within your being. To let go of someone doesn't meanyou have to stop loving, it only means that you allow that person to find his own HAPPINESS without expecting him to come back. Letting go is not justsetting the other person free, but it is also setting yourself free from all fears, bitterness, hatred, and anger that you keep in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let the bitterness rare away your strength and weaken your faith, and never allow pain to dishearten you, but rather let you grow with wisdom in bearing it. You may have found peace in just loving someone from a distance not expecting anything in return. But be careful, for this can sustain life but can never give enough room for us to grow. We can all survive with just beautiful memories of the past but real peace and happiness come only with open acceptance of what reality is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time in our lives when we chance upon someone so nice and we just find ourselves getting so intensely attracted to that person. This feeling soon become a part of our everyday lives and eventually consumes our thoughts and actions. The sad part of it is when we begin to realize that this person feels nothing more for us than just friendship, or the feelings he might have for u is just too far from how you love him. We start our desperate attempt to get noticed and be closer but in the end our efforts are still unrewarded and we end up being sorry for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be bitter on love. What you need to learn is how to accept the verdict of reality without being bitter or sorry for yourself Believe me, you would be better off giving that dedication and love to someone more deserving. Don't let your heart run your life, be sensible and let your mind speak for itself. Listen not only to your feelings but to reason as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember that if you lose someone today, it means that someone better is coming tomorrow: If you lose love that doesn't mean that you failed in love. Cry, if you have to, but make it sure that the tears wash away the hurt and the bitterness that the past has left with you. Let go of yesterday and love will find its way back to you. And when it does, pray that it may be the love that will stay and last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you lose someone... and you think you were the one who loved most, between the two of you... he lost more. For someday you can love someone the way that you loved him...But he will never be loved again the way that you did." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-112677001610061625?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112677001610061625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112677001610061625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/reflection-sometimes-in-our-relentless.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-112668114360215399</id><published>2005-09-14T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T19:16:08.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;061400 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Image1017.jpg"width=180 height=130&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Image1021.jpg"width-180 height=130&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=center&gt;no words can explain how happy i am to have someone like you, i don't know how long i could keep you but i intend to hoLd on to make you stAy forever coz you're one of the best thing i've ever had....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-112668114360215399?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112668114360215399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112668114360215399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/061400-no-words-can-explain-how-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-112659167210780352</id><published>2005-09-13T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:11:49.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*&lt;strong&gt;fAnTasY WorLd&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/Image1014.jpg"width=320 height=230&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&gt;i miss this place&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-112659167210780352?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112659167210780352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112659167210780352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/fantasy-world-i-miss-this-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-112651290831048125</id><published>2005-09-12T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T01:15:48.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;"There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving, no matter how hard they try. I wouldn't expect you to understand that, or even believe it, but trust me, there are some love that don't go away. And maybe that makes them crazy but we should all be lucky to end up with that somebody who has a little of that insanity. Somebody who never lets go. Somebody who cherishes you  forever." &lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Ally McBeal &lt;--&lt;/p align=center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-112651290831048125?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112651290831048125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112651290831048125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/ally-mcbeal.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-112650995070966479</id><published>2005-09-12T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T01:16:36.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People are People&lt;br /&gt;D’Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one&lt;br /&gt;who believes in all that you say&lt;br /&gt;I am the one &lt;br /&gt;who never wants to define herself&lt;br /&gt;I am the one &lt;br /&gt;who's paralell, upfront, behind&lt;br /&gt;I am the one&lt;br /&gt;paddling like crazy through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refine, old time, colourblind&lt;br /&gt;Big sign, do time, doesn't rhyme&lt;br /&gt;A lot, to much, standing tall&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crying in the valley:&lt;br /&gt; I shall never, ever fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are people&lt;br /&gt;and I feel so strong&lt;br /&gt;People are people and I'm&lt;br /&gt;going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one&lt;br /&gt;who stirs it up everytime&lt;br /&gt;I am the one &lt;br /&gt;who never knows how close she is&lt;br /&gt;I am the one &lt;br /&gt;who'd rather be dead than confess&lt;br /&gt;I am the one&lt;br /&gt;trying to be good, wanting to be bad and so on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excess, temptress, big mess&lt;br /&gt;Phoney, lonely, it's a test&lt;br /&gt;Be still my heart, don't you fail&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crying on the stagefloor:&lt;br /&gt;I will always prevailin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=left&gt;-from the movie 50first dates-&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-112650995070966479?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112650995070966479'/><link rel='self' 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stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like what you see looking down&lt;br /&gt;Did you give everything that you could&lt;br /&gt;Have you done everything that you wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;Is there still so much more that would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your dream to the end of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Way beyond one pot of gold&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes to the colors around you&lt;br /&gt;And find the true beauty life holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you live for the moment like when you were young&lt;br /&gt;Time didn't travel so fast&lt;br /&gt;Be free in the present&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the now&lt;br /&gt;Not tied to a future or past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would probably say all you wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;But doesn't is strike you as strange&lt;br /&gt;That we'd only begin to start living our lives&lt;br /&gt;If today were the last of all days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-112624983817667763?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112624983817667763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112624983817667763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-day-byhourglass-if-today-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-112598792385064192</id><published>2005-09-05T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:25:23.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i'M bacK.....?&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/7969740-112598792385064192?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112598792385064192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/112598792385064192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-back_112598792385064192.html' title=''/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-109514831971738007</id><published>2004-09-14T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T00:51:59.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>061400</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Till They Take My Heart Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look into your eyes, so far away&lt;br /&gt;There's trouble on your mind, you're losing faith&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, let me hold you, it'll be OK&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will love you till they take my heart away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember when you called and said goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You thought we'd lost it all and so did I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But even if I'd lost you, I would feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will love you till they take my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Believe I'm here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will love you till they take my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now we're stronger than before, we've made it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never felt more sure because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey now, are you listening, can you hear me say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will love you till they take my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Believe in me, I'm here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will love you till they take my heart away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;****HAPPY ANNIVERSARY****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-109514831971738007?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/109514831971738007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/109514831971738007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2004/09/061400_109514831971738007.html' title='061400'/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-109420535832130770</id><published>2004-09-03T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:10:53.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st pOsT...jamie :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/a7a48c52.jpg"width=250 height=200&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;JAMIE and ME...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-109420535832130770?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/109420535832130770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/109420535832130770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2004/09/1st-postjamie.html' title='1st pOsT...jamie :)'/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-109420501726374012</id><published>2004-09-03T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T02:50:17.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ReMiniSciN'</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/melang/grad_pic.jpg" height=220 width=300&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss them so much! &lt;br /&gt;miss ko na ang kakulitan mo tagteam (jOyce).. &lt;br /&gt;miss na kita dahLeng (LuiSa).. &lt;br /&gt;miss ko na ang kaartehan mo at ang pakikipag debate mo sa mga prof. natin tulad ni Ador!bwahahaha....(aBy).. &lt;br /&gt;miss na kita...ang pagiging kikay mo sa lahat (SaNdrA)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sa ibang mga friends ko na absent sa picture na ito,miss ko na din kau at sana magkita kita tau ulit! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-109420501726374012?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/109420501726374012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/109420501726374012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2004/09/reminiscin_109420501726374012.html' title='ReMiniSciN&apos;'/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969740.post-109324570842982242</id><published>2004-08-23T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T00:21:48.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EveRy LitTLe tHinG(he does is mAgiC)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I tried before to tell him&lt;br /&gt;All the feelings I have for him in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Everytime that I come near him&lt;br /&gt;I just loose my nerve as I've done from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cos')Every little thing he does is magic&lt;br /&gt;Every thing he does just turns me on &lt;br /&gt;Even though my life before was tragic &lt;br /&gt;Now I know my love for him goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to tell the story&lt;br /&gt;Of the thousand rainy days since we first met&lt;br /&gt;It's a big enough umbrella&lt;br /&gt;But it's always me who ends up getting wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to call him up&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times a day&lt;br /&gt;And ask him if he'll marry me&lt;br /&gt;In some old fashioned way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my silent fears have gripped me&lt;br /&gt;Long before I reached the phone&lt;br /&gt;Long before my tongue has stripped me&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing he does&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing he does is magic, magic, magic...&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/7969740-109324570842982242?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/109324570842982242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there...to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be but, when you lock eyes with them, you know that every moment they will affect your life in some profound way. And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair but, upon reflection, you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength, will power or heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere. Safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The people you meet affect your life. The successes and downfalls that you experience can create who you are, and the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact, they are probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart to. If someone loves you, love them back, unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make every day count. Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talk to people you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Create your own life and then go out and live it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="e6f6c557"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7969740-109272222415787050?l=keyt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/109272222415787050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7969740/posts/default/109272222415787050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keyt.blogspot.com/2004/08/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title='Everything Happens for a Reason...'/><author><name>Kay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIwBBhfzssI/Svrour7Id-I/AAAAAAAAADU/f3Vm7nkhBeg/S220/DSC09004.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
