<?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-13183061</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:35:00.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LoRd YoU aRe MoRe ThAn EnOuGh FoR mE!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-113954328316708257</id><published>2006-02-09T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:48:03.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagal na kong di nakakapag-update ng blog ko..</title><content type='html'>hay.. grabe, madami2 na ring ang nangyayare skn.. di ko na malagay dito.. bsta i'll update this bago me mag-bday.. hehe.. mishoo guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-113954328316708257?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/113954328316708257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=113954328316708257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113954328316708257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113954328316708257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2006/02/tagal-na-kong-di-nakakapag-update-ng.html' title='tagal na kong di nakakapag-update ng blog ko..'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-113577988193800554</id><published>2005-12-28T06:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T06:24:41.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay.. after 10 years..</title><content type='html'>kainis.. nabura ung tinype ko.. =s yan.. wala tuloy napost...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-113577988193800554?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/113577988193800554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=113577988193800554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113577988193800554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113577988193800554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/12/hay-after-10-years_28.html' title='Hay.. after 10 years..'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-113484350572955877</id><published>2005-12-17T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:18:25.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 days of Christmas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Have you wondered what the lyrics of the Twelve Days&lt;br /&gt;of Christmas really mean? Do they have any "hidden" meanings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an item from Gus Aldeguer, which should clear the "mystery":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one Christmas Carol that has always baffled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world do Leaping Lords, French Hens,&lt;br /&gt;Swimming Swans, and especially, the Partridge who&lt;br /&gt;won't come out of the Pear Tree have to do with Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I found out - thanks to the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were&lt;br /&gt;not permitted to practice their faith openly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone during that era wrote this carol as a&lt;br /&gt;Catechism song for young Catholics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has two levels of meaning: the surface meaning plus&lt;br /&gt;a hidden meaning known only to members of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each element in the carol has a code word for a&lt;br /&gt;religious reality which the children could remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Partridge in a pear tree was JESUS CHRIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves were the OLD and NEW TESTAMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three French hens stood for FAITH, HOPE AND LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Four calling birds were the four gospels of&lt;br /&gt;MATTHEW, MARK, LUKE AND JOHN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Five golden rings recalled the TORAH or LAW, the&lt;br /&gt;first books of the OLD TESTAMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The six geese a-laying stood for the SIX DAYS OF CREATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seven swans a-swimming represented the SEVEN FOLD&lt;br /&gt;GIFTS of the HOLY SPIRIT: PROPHESY, SERVING, TEACHING, EXHORTATION,&lt;br /&gt;CONTRIBUTION, LEADERSHIP, and MERCY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eight maids a-milking were the eight BEATITUDES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nine ladies dancing were NINE FRUITS of the HOLY&lt;br /&gt;SPIRIT: LOVE, JOY, PEACE, PATIENCE, KINDNESS,&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS, FAITHFULNESS, GENTLENESS, and SELF-CONTROL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ten Lords a-leaping were the TEN COMMANDMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eleven pipers piping stood for the ELEVEN FAITHFUL DISCIPLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Twelve drummers drumming symbolized the TWELVE&lt;br /&gt;POINTS of BELIEF in the APOSTLES' CREED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is your history for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-113484350572955877?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/113484350572955877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=113484350572955877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113484350572955877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113484350572955877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/12/12-days-of-christmas.html' title='12 days of Christmas..'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-113196102301398060</id><published>2005-11-15T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T01:37:03.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things in a Relationship You Should Remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;1. Be realistic about each other.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to turn ur partner into something he or she is not. Let's face it, guys-there's only 1 Pamela Anderson in the world, and even she has had her implants removed! Give ur gal a break and understand that her physical appearance is NOT going to change overnite with the help of a few facials or treatments. And ladies, Brad Pitt has already been taken, so u're gonna have to do with what ur guy is like! Chill out, love each other for what u are. There is more to ur partner than what meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Always talk things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now guys, I know this is not ur fave pastime or mode of resolving issues, but u know what? This works with the gals. Don't make assumptions about each other's feelings. Learn to xpress urself better so that ur partner undrstands what u're angry about, or hurt about, or ev en happy about! When u stop talking to each other from the heart, it's the beginning of the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do stuff together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make an effort to do things together. Do some sports or involve urselve s in some shared activities; something both of u enjoy or are interested in. It could be as simple as watching movies together, or jus strolling hand-in-hand down Orchard Road. Watch soccor with him once in a while though the green patch on TV puts u to sleep in 3 seconds. And guys, do give in if ur gal asks for another day at window-shopping, rather than suggest that she go out with her girlfriends for "that sort of activities" instead. If u're spending more time with ur friends rather than with ur partner, it's a warning sign that u're drifting apart!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Meet each other halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he agrees to throw out that rotten T-shirt with the "The_Rock" print, u shouldn't kick up much of a fuss if he asks u to keep ur room tidy. There's gotta be a little giving and taking in a relationship, so learn to meet each other halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Show ur love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy her flowers or candy or perfume everynow and then, even if u have been together for 5years. It's wonderful to continue showing someone that u care for him or her. Cook him a special meal, paint him a Valentine's Day card. Knit him mini-socks he can't wear ( like for decoration purposes =&gt; ), buy him a packet of milk for breakfast, or pack his wardrobe for him...so he knows u can still be romantic and loving despite having been together for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Respect each ot her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop making jokes about her hair or skin, or whatever it is u love to laugh at. Ask urself if she thinks if its funny. And if he has an inferiority complex about his height, stop ogling at tall guys and make him feel worse! Love is about respecting each other's feelings and being sensitive to each other at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bury the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop bringing up the past. Gals..don't bring up the happy things about u and ur ex to ur guy, it would jus make him jealous or unhappy. And guys, don't talk about the happy times that u had with ur ex or mention about her in ur every other sentence as it would make ur gal feel un-happy and she might think that u saying all this b'cos u are gonna get back with ur ex or not interested in her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sit on ur jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us go thru' spells of insecurity at the beginning of the relationship, but don't translate that insecurity into jealousy. If u're gonna go through ur partner's mail and cupboard, and eavesdropping on conversations, u know something is wrong - with u!!! Jealousy is like a poison that slowly spreads thru' the relationship before finally killing it. Trust ur partner; love has to have trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Keep ur commitments to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ur partner is standing u up all the time and cancelling dates and breaking promises, u need to talk! If u're in a relationship, make ur partner ur priority and don't disappoint them if u can help it. It's really terrible when someone promises to take u to dinner, and then calls to cancel it. Don't make promises u can't keep. If ur partner starts to feel that he/she is not important enough to u, u may jus lose him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty is not scowling at how awful she looks first thing in the morning, or telling him that he has the biceps of a fly~! When we say "be honest", we mean expressing ur feelings clearly, not being bitingly cruel. When u're hurt, say so, and when u're angry, tell him/her, w/o getting hysterical. If u can't be honest with ur partner, who can u be honest with? f Love is also about honesty, and a relationship where no honesty exists probably isn't w orth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-113196102301398060?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/113196102301398060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=113196102301398060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113196102301398060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113196102301398060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/11/10-things-in-relationship-you-should.html' title='10 Things in a Relationship You Should Remember...'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-113195737620841516</id><published>2005-11-14T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T00:36:16.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ROOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote.." It also was the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teary Valley High School. Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them-notes from classmates and teachers, his homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life.. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven. "It makes such an impact that people want to share it. You feel like you are there." Mr. Moore said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian's Essay: The Room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-113195737620841516?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/113195737620841516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=113195737620841516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113195737620841516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113195737620841516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/11/room.html' title='THE ROOM'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-113170350385455344</id><published>2005-11-11T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T02:05:03.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang cellphone at ang BIBLE</title><content type='html'>Ang cellphone laging hawak ipinapakita, &lt;br /&gt;Ang Bible laging nakatago at ayaw ipakita.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ang cellphone binibili kahit libo-libong halaga, &lt;br /&gt;Ang Bible ayaw bilhin, kahit isang daan ang halaga.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Ang cellphone laging pinapalitan ng case, &lt;br /&gt;Ang Bible hindi man lang mabilhan ng case.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ang cellphone ay ayaw magasgasan, &lt;br /&gt;Ang Bible hinahayaang maalikabukan.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ang cellphone bihirang makaligtaan kung saan iniwan, &lt;br /&gt;Ang Bible madaling makaligtaan kung saan naiwan.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ang cellphone mahirap ipahiram, baka masira, &lt;br /&gt;Ang Bible madaling ipahiram, kahit mawala.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Ang cellphone laging binabasa kung may bagong message, &lt;br /&gt;Ang Bible hindi binabasa kaya hindi makita ang message.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ang cellphone message masarap i-share. &lt;br /&gt;Ang Bible verse nakakalimutang i-share.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ang cellphone pinapakita ang lifestyle ng tao, &lt;br /&gt;Ang Bible nagpapabago ng lifestyle ng tao.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ang cellphone mabilis maluma, &lt;br /&gt;Ang Bible hindi naluluma.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ang cellphone message kung minsan ay late, &lt;br /&gt;Ang Bible laging on time ang message.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Ang cellphone kailangan magload para mag-message, &lt;br /&gt;Ang Bible laging fully loaded ang message.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ang cellphone ay mahalagang gamit ng tao, &lt;br /&gt;pero ang Bible ay mas mahalaga kung gagamitin ng tao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-113170350385455344?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/113170350385455344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=113170350385455344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113170350385455344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113170350385455344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/11/ang-cellphone-at-ang-bible.html' title='Ang cellphone at ang BIBLE'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-113158801780793502</id><published>2005-11-10T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:00:17.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A SOULFUL RELATIONSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;by Rev. Ronald McFadden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An African proverb states, "Before you get married, keep both eyes open, and after you marry, close one eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you get involved and make a commitment to someone, don't let lust, desperation, immaturity, ignorance, pressure from others or a low self-esteem, make you blind to warning signs. Keep your eyes open, and don't fool yourself that you can change someone or that what you see as faults aren't really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you decide to commit to someone, over time his or her flaws, vulnerabilities, pet peeves, and differences will become more obvious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you love your mate and want the relationship to grow and evolve, you've got to learn to close o ne eye and not let every little thing bother you. You and your mate have many different expectations, emotional needs, values, dreams, weaknesses, and strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are two unique individual children of God who have decided to share a life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of you are perfect, but are you perfect for each other? Do you bring out the best in each other? Do you compliment and compromise with each other, or do you compete, compare, and control? What do you bring to the relationship? Do you bring past relationships, past hurt,&lt;br /&gt;past mistrust, past pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't take someone to the altar to alter him or her. You can't make someone love you or make someone stay. If you develop self-esteem, spiritual discernment, and "a life", you won't find yourself making someone else responsible for your happiness or responsible for your&lt;br /&gt;pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Manipulation, control, jealousy, neediness, and selfishness are not the ingredients of a thriving, healthy, loving and lasting relationship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking status, sex, wealth, and security are the wrong reasons to be in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What keeps a relationship strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication, intimacy, trust, a sense of humor, sharing household tasks, some getaway time without business or children and daily exchanges (a meal, shared activity, a hug, a call, a touch, a note). Leave a nice message on the voicemail or send a nice email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing common goals and interests. Growth is important. Grow together, not away from each other, giving each other space to grow without feeling insecure. Allow your mate to have outside interest. You can't always be together. Give each other a sense of belonging and assurances&lt;br /&gt;of commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to control one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn each other's family situation. Respect his or her parents regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't put pressure on each other for material goods. Remember for richer--or for poorer. If these qualities are missing, the relationship will erode as resentment, withdrawal, abuse, neglect, dishonesty, and pain replace the passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between 'United' and 'Untied' is where you put the " i "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-113158801780793502?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/113158801780793502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=113158801780793502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113158801780793502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113158801780793502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/11/soulful-relationship.html' title='A SOULFUL RELATIONSHIP'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-113158676402994100</id><published>2005-11-09T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:02:05.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PERFUME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In ddition, Teddy could be unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Howeve! r, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that the got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the&lt;br /&gt;children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As s! he worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever&lt;br /&gt;had in his whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer....The letter&lt;br /&gt;was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the&lt;br /&gt;place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-113158676402994100?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/113158676402994100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=113158676402994100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113158676402994100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113158676402994100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/11/perfume.html' title='THE PERFUME'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-113136119317610049</id><published>2005-11-07T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T02:59:53.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;All American Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/all-american.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular but not plastic. Athletic but not a jock. Smart but not a brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were well rounded and well liked in high school.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/"&gt;Who Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-113136119317610049?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/113136119317610049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=113136119317610049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113136119317610049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113136119317610049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-american-kid-popular-but-not.html' title=''/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-113195850919060263</id><published>2005-11-05T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T00:55:09.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF I KNEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If I knew it would be the last time that i‘d see you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord,your soul to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time that I’d hear your voice lifted up in praise,&lt;br /&gt;I would video tape each action word so I could play them back day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time I could spare an extra minute to stop and say&lt;br /&gt;“I love you,”instead of assuming you would know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day,&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m sure you’ll have so many more,so I can let just this one slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For surely there’s always tomorrow to make up for an oversight&lt;br /&gt;And we always get a second chance to make everything just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be another day to say “I love you,”&lt;br /&gt;And certainly there’s another chance to say our “Anything I can do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just in case I might be wrong and today i s all I get&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,&lt;br /&gt;And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you’re waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?&lt;br /&gt;For if tomorrow never comes, you’ll surely regret the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you didn’t take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss&lt;br /&gt;And you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear,&lt;br /&gt;Tell them how much you love them and that you’ll always hold them dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to say “I’m sorry,” “Thank you,” or “It’s okay.”&lt;br /&gt;And if tomorrow never comes, you’ll have no regrets about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I've read in a forwarded email before, "Love comes with our warnings, no flashing signs or wake up calls. It would just knock your heart when you're not expecting somebody." I guess it's true.&lt;br /&gt;It's a Saturday and as part of my daily routine in the morning, I would check my emails and chat for the whole day. I would let the time pass by talking with online friends and occasionally have the chance to meet new friends as well.&lt;br /&gt;Then a private message popped out from my monitor. It was a message coming from you. Saying hi and asking for my "asl." I threw the question back to you and you replied. We came to know that we live in the same country. You asked for my number and I hesitated at first. You said you just wanted to make friends and so I did gave you my number. We started asking questions of how and why we were driven to this country and suddenly you're gone. Alas! It was one of those internet connection problems. I waited for you to return but you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, you texted me. I was surprised to hear from you again. I was also excited because I know I can have a real friend now. An existing human being in this country just a few minutes away from me. You then asked for my home phone number and we started to talk for hours. We became friends and as months passed by, we had the chance to meet.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike others who are shy upon meeting for the first time, both of us are different. We are so much at ease with each other. I am so comfortable being with you. It's like I've known you for so long.&lt;br /&gt;From that time i saw you, my heart skipped faster. There's this weird feeling I am not familiar with anymore. I decided long ago to bury the love emotions and shield my heart with cupid's arrow but I never succeeded. I fell in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;And now we're together traveling this endless journey leading us to a life we wanted to have. Hand in hand, side-by-side, together one step at a time. I know you're there; you'll always there. Thank you for coming into my life without warnings, flashing signs and wake up calls. I love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13183061-113195850919060263?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/113195850919060263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=113195850919060263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113195850919060263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113195850919060263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-i-knew.html' title='IF I KNEW'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-113119718324651032</id><published>2005-10-23T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T05:26:23.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exodus 14:14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I just got home from our 3 days camp.. astig.. sobrang astig tlga.. i met new friends and ciempre i get to know God more.. sobrang astig lhat ng talks and sharers.. and khet pang ilang beses ko ng narinig lhat ng mga talks e there is still something new that i learn from them again.. di ko tlga malilimutan ung song na "Dahil mahal na mahal kita" by Roselle Nava.. the lyrics reminded me of how God loves us.. even if we don't love Him back.. He will still be there.. share ko lang ung lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DAHIL MAHAL NA MAHAL KITA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;basefont   style="font-family:Times New Roman, Arial Narrow, Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na nagmumukhang tanga&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na sinasaktan ako&lt;br /&gt;Umiiyak ako dahil sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;Heto pa rin ako&lt;br /&gt;Halos baliw sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na (kahit na)&lt;br /&gt;Niloloko mo lang ako (niloloko mo ako)&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na tumingin ka sa iba&lt;br /&gt;Magmahal ka ng iba&lt;br /&gt;Magbubulag-bulagan ako&lt;br /&gt;Masakit man ito dito sa puso ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil mahal... mahal na mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;(Dahil mahal na mahal kita)&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako matatakot, mahihiya&lt;br /&gt;Anuman ang sabihin nila&lt;br /&gt;Dahil mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;Dahil mahal... mahal na mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;(Dahil mahal na mahal kita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagawin ko ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;Pangako mo lang 'di ako iiwan&lt;br /&gt;Dahil mahal (dahil mahal kita)&lt;br /&gt;Mahal na mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Repeat Stanza II)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagawin ko ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;Pangako mo lang 'di ako iiwan&lt;br /&gt;Dahil mahal (dahil mahal kita)&lt;br /&gt;Mahal na mahal kita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I was really touched with the message of the song.. nahiya ako humarap sa Diyos natin.. despite all the kasablayan.. anjan pa rin cia.. no one's perfect but with God.. everything would be perfect.. I share the vision of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;YOUTH FOR CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;.. that in 2013.. the whole world will kneel to Christ.. and as God's missionary, I should start with the school He assigned me in.. -&amp;gt; MAPUA MAKATI.. yes, its hard coz we're starting from scratch.. but with the help of the people that God also sent there, I claim that we would be able to evangelize people&lt;br /&gt;there.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/basefont&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-113119718324651032?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/113119718324651032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=113119718324651032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113119718324651032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113119718324651032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/10/exodus-1414_23.html' title='Exodus 14:14'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-113158457297315001</id><published>2005-10-11T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T17:02:53.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS GOD WON'T ASK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;God won't ask the square footage of your house. He'll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won't ask about the clothes you had in your closet. He'll ask how many you helped to clothe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won't ask what your highest salary was. He'll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won't ask what your job title was. He'll ask if you performed your job to the best of your ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won't ask how many friends you had. He'll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won't ask in what neighborhood you lived. He'll ask how you treated your neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won't ask about the color of your skin. He'll ask about the content of your character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God won't ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation. He'll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, and not to the gates of Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-113158457297315001?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/113158457297315001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=113158457297315001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113158457297315001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113158457297315001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-god-wont-ask.html' title='THINGS GOD WON&apos;T ASK'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-113136067526664266</id><published>2005-10-06T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T02:51:15.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord's Baseball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Sometimes you have to see what you're not,&lt;br /&gt;In order to see what you are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Freddy and the Lord stood by to observe a baseball game. The Lord's team was playing Satan's&lt;br /&gt;team. The Lord's team was at bat, the score was tied zero to zero, and it was the bottom of the 9th inning with two outs. They continued to watch as a batter stepped up to the plate named 'Love.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love swung at the first pitch and hit a single, because "Love never fails." The next batter was named Faith, who also got a single because Faith works with Love. The next batter up was named Godly Wisdom. Satan wound up and threw the first pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godly Wisdom looked it over and let it pass: Ball one. Three more pitches and Godly Wisdom walked because he never swings at what Satan throws. The bases were now loaded. The Lord then turned to Freddy and told him He was now going to bring in His starplayer. Up to the plate&lt;br /&gt;stepped Grace. Freddy said, "He sure doesn't look like much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan's whole team relaxed when they saw Grace. Thinking he had won the game, Satan wound up and fired his first pitch. To the shock of everyone, Grace hit the ball harder than anyone had ever seen! But Satan was not worried; his center fielder let very few get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went up for the ball, but it went right through his glove, hit him on the head and sent him&lt;br /&gt;crashing on the ground; the roaring crowds went wild as the ball continued over the fence . . . for a home run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord's team won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord then asked Freddy if he knew why Love, Faith and Godly Wisdom could get on base but couldn't win the game. Freddy answered that he didn't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord explained, "If your love, faith and wisdom had won the game, you would think you had done it by yourself. Love, Faith and Wisdom will get you on base but only My Grace can get you Home: &lt;em&gt;'For by Grace are you saved, it is a gift of God; not of works, lest any man should boast&lt;/em&gt;." Ephesians 2:8-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 84:11, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For the Lord God is a sun and shield; the Lord will give grace and glory; no good thing will He withhold from those who walk uprightly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."&lt;/em&gt; Phil 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-113136067526664266?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/113136067526664266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=113136067526664266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113136067526664266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113136067526664266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/10/lords-baseball-game.html' title='The Lord&apos;s Baseball Game'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-113136040840860401</id><published>2005-10-04T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T02:46:48.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?" The young boy was apologetic. "Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do," He pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop..." With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother, "he said "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay. "Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy! push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home. It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: "Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!" God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thought for the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sends you flowers every spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sends you a sunrise every morning Face it, friend - He is crazy about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow,sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. &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/13183061-113136040840860401?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/113136040840860401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=113136040840860401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113136040840860401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113136040840860401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/10/brick.html' title='The Brick'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-113014429408814176</id><published>2005-10-03T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T01:58:14.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of classes</title><content type='html'>hay.. kapagod na nman..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-113014429408814176?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/113014429408814176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=113014429408814176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113014429408814176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113014429408814176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/10/1st-day-of-classes.html' title='1st day of classes'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-113014465873520058</id><published>2005-09-24T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T02:04:18.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner.  The people were &lt;br /&gt;in and out of the cold. The little boy was so cold that he wasn't &lt;br /&gt;trying to sell many papers. He walked up to a policeman and said, &lt;br /&gt;"Mister, you wouldn't happen to know where a poor boy could find a warm place to sleep tonight would you? You see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there and down the alley and it's awful cold in there for tonight. Sure would be nice to have a warm place to stay." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policeman looked down at the little boy and said, "you go down the street to that big white house and you knock on the door. When they come out the door you just say John 3:16, and they will let you in." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he did. He walked up the steps and knocked on the door, and a lady answered. He looked up and said, "John 3:16." The lady said, "Come on in, Son." She took him in and she sat him down in a split bottom rocker in front of a great big old fireplace, and she went off. The boy sat there for a while and thought to himself: John 3:16....I don't understand it, but it sure makes a cold boy warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later she came back and asked him "Are you hungry?" He said, "Well, just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of days, and I guess I could stand a little bit of food," The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him down to a table full of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't eat any more.. Then he thought to himself: John 3:16...Boy, I sure don't understand it but it sure makes a hungry boy full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtub filled with warm water, and he sat there and soaked for a while. As he soaked, he thought to himself: John 3:16... I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a dirty boy clean. You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath, in my whole life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood in front of that big old fire hydrant as they &lt;br /&gt;flushed it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady came in and got him. She took him to a room, tucked him into a big old feather bed, pulled the covers up around his neck, kissed him goodnight and turned out the lights. As he lay in the darkness and looked out the window at the snow coming down on that cold night, he thought to himself: John 3:16...I don't understand it but it sure makes a tired boy rested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the lady came back up and took him down again to that same big table full of food. After he ate, she took him back to that same big old split bottom rocker in front of the fireplace and picked up a big old Bible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat down in front of him and looked into his young face. "Do you understand John 3:16?" she asked gently. He replied, "No, Ma'am, I don't. The first time I ever heard it was last night when the policeman told me to use it," She opened the Bible to John 3:16 and began to explain to him about Jesus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Right there, in front of that big old fireplace, he gave his heart and life to Jesus. He sat there and thought: John 3:16....don't understand it, but it sure makes a lost boy feel safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-113014465873520058?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/113014465873520058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=113014465873520058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113014465873520058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/113014465873520058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/09/little-boy-was-selling-newspapers-on.html' title=''/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112960344448490385</id><published>2005-09-23T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:44:04.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Give God what's right -- not what's left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Man's way leads to a hopeless end -- God's way leads to an&lt;br /&gt;endless&lt;br /&gt;hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A lot of kneeling will keep you in good standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He who kneels before God can stand before anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In the sentence of life, the devil may be a comma--but never&lt;br /&gt;let him be&lt;br /&gt;the period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't put a question mark where God puts a period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you wrinkled with burden? Come to the church for a&lt;br /&gt;face-lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When praying, don't give God instructions ? just report for&lt;br /&gt;duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't wait for six strong men to take you to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. We don't change God's message -- His message changes us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The church is prayer-conditioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When God ordains, He sustains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WARNING: Exposure to the Son may prevent burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Plan ahead -- It wasn't raining when Noah buil t the ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Most people want to serve God, but only in an advisory&lt;br /&gt;position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Suffering from truth decay? Brush up on your Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Exercise daily -- walk with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Never give the devil a ride -- he will always want to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Nothing else ruins the truth like stretching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Compassion is difficult to give away because it keeps coming&lt;br /&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. He who angers you controls you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Worry is the darkroom in which negatives can develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Give Satan an inch &amp; he'll be a ruler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Be ye fishers of men -- you catch them &amp;amp; He'll clean them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Read the Bible -- It will scare the hell out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take 60 seconds and give this a shot! Let's just see if&lt;br /&gt;Satan stops&lt;br /&gt;this one. All you do is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Simply say a small prayer for the person who sent you this,&lt;br /&gt;e.g. LORD,&lt;br /&gt;God, bless this pers on in whatever it is that You know he or she&lt;br /&gt;may be&lt;br /&gt;needing this day....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then forward to five relatives/friends. Within hours five&lt;br /&gt;people would&lt;br /&gt;have prayed for you, and you would have caused a multitude of&lt;br /&gt;people to&lt;br /&gt;pray to God for other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sit back and watch the power of God work in your life for&lt;br /&gt;doing the&lt;br /&gt;thing that you know He loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we do in life echoes in eternity....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112960344448490385?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112960344448490385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112960344448490385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112960344448490385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112960344448490385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112727794521055100</id><published>2005-09-21T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T08:10:25.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Angge, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;maligayang bati sa iyo.. =) dito lang me parate.. wabshoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="358" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/Barkada%20ko/238401c4.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;anna - angge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112727794521055100?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112727794521055100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112727794521055100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112727794521055100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112727794521055100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/09/angge-maligayang-bati-sa-iyo.html' title=''/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/Barkada%20ko/th_238401c4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112718719444874361</id><published>2005-09-20T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:33:14.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Marian!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/1063991556182l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kasundo, maligayang bati.. hanggad ko ang iyong kaligayan habang buhay.. hehe.. tagalog na tagalog.. aun.. ingats ka parati ha.. basta pag gusto mo ng kausap.. dito lng me parati.. stay pretty.. hehe.. remember, true love waits.. =) mwah.. God and fhatz loves you.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;-&gt; fhatz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112718719444874361?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112718719444874361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112718719444874361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112718719444874361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112718719444874361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-marian-kasundo.html' title=''/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112718642580099477</id><published>2005-09-20T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:20:25.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Time</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,&lt;br /&gt;"Richness, can you take me with you?"&lt;br /&gt;Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!"&lt;br /&gt;"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?"&lt;br /&gt;"It was Time," Knowledge answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112718642580099477?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112718642580099477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112718642580099477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112718642580099477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112718642580099477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-and-time.html' title='Love and Time'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112718143616300475</id><published>2005-09-19T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T18:57:18.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Analogy...</title><content type='html'>A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. &lt;br /&gt;As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They&lt;br /&gt;talked about so many things and various subjects when they eventually&lt;br /&gt;touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe God &lt;br /&gt;exists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "Well, you just have to go &lt;br /&gt;out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God &lt;br /&gt;exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? &lt;br /&gt;If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine &lt;br /&gt;a loving God who would allow all of these things,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't&lt;br /&gt;want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer &lt;br /&gt;left the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with &lt;br /&gt;long,stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkept.&lt;br /&gt;The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said &lt;br /&gt;to the barber:  "You know what?  Barbers DO NOT exist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I &lt;br /&gt;am a barber. And I just worked on you!" "No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, but barbers DO exist! " answered the barber. "What happens, is, people do not come to me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly!"- affirmed the customer. "That's the point! GOD DOES exist! What&lt;br /&gt;happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. That's why&lt;br /&gt;there's so much pain and suffering in the world."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112718143616300475?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112718143616300475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112718143616300475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112718143616300475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112718143616300475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/09/beautiful-analogy.html' title='A Beautiful Analogy...'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112702529758277269</id><published>2005-09-18T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T23:34:57.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday MIK and ONIN..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;MIK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ONIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maligayang Bati sa Inyo.. haha.. love ko kayo.. -&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;fhatz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="501" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/12174448639867l.jpg" width="237" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;MIK, kabarkada ko.. hehe.. love you po.. mishoo.. ingats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/1449667715892l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Onin, kapatid.. hehe.. ingats parate.. pakabait ka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112702529758277269?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112702529758277269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112702529758277269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112702529758277269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112702529758277269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-mik-and-onin.html' title='Happy birthday MIK and ONIN..'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112691668360132541</id><published>2005-09-16T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T17:24:43.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: February 18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday on the 18th day of the month suggests than you are one who can work well with a group, but still remain someone who needs to maintain individual identity.&lt;br /&gt;There is a humanistic or philanthropic approach to business circumstances in which you find yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You may have good executive abilities, as you are very much the organizer and administrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are broad-minded, tolerant and generous; a compassionate person that can inspire others with imaginative ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Some of your feelings may be expressed, but even more of them are apt to be repressed.&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of drama in your personality and in the way you express yourself to others.&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, you don't expect as much in return as you give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112691668360132541?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112691668360132541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112691668360132541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112691668360132541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112691668360132541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/09/feb-18.html' title='Feb 18'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112691943598476346</id><published>2005-09-14T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T22:56:34.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;GREEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;You get along well with new people. You are not really a shy person, but sometimes you can hurt people's feelings by your words... You like to be loved and noticed by your lover, but mostly you are single, waiting for the right person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Does your name begin with:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;You are idealistic and romantic, putting your lover on a pedestal. You look for the very best mate you can find. You are a flirt, yet once committed, you are very loyal. You are sensuous and privately passionate. Publicly, you can be showy, extravagant, and gallant. You are a born romantic. Dramatic love scenes are a favourite fantasy past time. You can be a very generous lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Loves reality and abstract&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and clever&lt;br /&gt;Changing personality&lt;br /&gt;Temperamental&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, shy and humble&lt;br /&gt;Low self esteem&lt;br /&gt;Honest and loyal&lt;br /&gt;Determined to reach goals&lt;br /&gt;Loves freedom&lt;br /&gt;Rebellious when restricted&lt;br /&gt;Loves aggressiveness&lt;br /&gt;Too sensitive and easily hurt&lt;br /&gt;Showing anger easily&lt;br /&gt;Dislike unnecessary things&lt;br /&gt;Loves making friends but rarely shows it&lt;br /&gt;Daring and stubborn&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;Realising dreams and hopes&lt;br /&gt;Sharp&lt;br /&gt;Loves entertainment and leisure&lt;br /&gt;Romantic on the inside not outside&lt;br /&gt;Superstitious and ludicrous&lt;br /&gt;Spendthrift&lt;br /&gt;Learns to show emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;grabe, ganda ng mga description ko no.. hehe.. puro bout love.. sobrang it describes me tlga pagdating sa love.. pero di ako flirt ha.. hehe.. nd yes, i am committed.. and patiently, I am waiting patiently for the right person..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;TRUE &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WAITS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112691943598476346?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112691943598476346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112691943598476346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112691943598476346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112691943598476346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/09/green-you-get-along-well-with-new_14.html' title=''/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112658531649654611</id><published>2005-09-12T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:21:56.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adik.. hehe..</title><content type='html'>wala lang... ilang araw na meng alang tulog.. at mjo mukha nakong adik.. sarap pla ng extra joss.. at tlgang di ka aantukin.. haha.. o xa.. tuloy ko na lang ang pagpost sa sabado.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112658531649654611?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112658531649654611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112658531649654611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112658531649654611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112658531649654611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/09/adik-hehe.html' title='Adik.. hehe..'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112618402226651211</id><published>2005-09-08T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T05:53:42.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAVEN'S GROCERY STORE!!</title><content type='html'>Message: I was walking down life's highway a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;One day I saw a sign that read, "Heaven's Grocery&lt;br /&gt;Store".&lt;br /&gt;As I got a little closer the door came open wide,&lt;br /&gt;and when I came to myself I was standing inside.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a host of Angels, they were standing&lt;br /&gt;everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;One handed me a blanket and said, "My Child&lt;br /&gt;shop with care".&lt;br /&gt;Everything a Christian needs is in that grocery&lt;br /&gt;store,&lt;br /&gt;and all you can't carry, come back the next day for&lt;br /&gt;more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I got some Patience, Love was in the same&lt;br /&gt;row.&lt;br /&gt;Further down was Understanding, needed&lt;br /&gt;everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;I got a box or two of Wisdom, a bag or two of&lt;br /&gt;Faith,&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't miss the Holy Ghost, it was all over&lt;br /&gt;the place.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped to get some Strength and Courage to&lt;br /&gt;help me run this race,&lt;br /&gt;but then my blanket was getting full, and I&lt;br /&gt;remembered I needed Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't forget Salvation, which like the others was&lt;br /&gt;free,&lt;br /&gt;so I tried to get enough of that to save both you&lt;br /&gt;and me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery&lt;br /&gt;bill,&lt;br /&gt;for I thought I had everything to do my master's&lt;br /&gt;will.&lt;br /&gt;As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and had to put&lt;br /&gt;it in,&lt;br /&gt;for I knew when I stepped outside, I would run right&lt;br /&gt;into sin.&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Joy were plentiful, they were on the last&lt;br /&gt;shelf.&lt;br /&gt;Song and Praises were hanging near, so I just&lt;br /&gt;helped myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said to the Angel, "How much do I owe"?&lt;br /&gt;The Angel smiled and said, "Just take them&lt;br /&gt;everywhere you go."&lt;br /&gt;Again, I politely asked "How much do I really&lt;br /&gt;owe?"&lt;br /&gt;The Angel smiled again and said, "My Child, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Paid Your Bill&lt;br /&gt;A Long Time Ago."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112618402226651211?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112660643800884110</id><published>2005-09-04T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T03:13:58.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sana Maulit Muli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;by Gary Valenciano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sana'y maulit muli&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga oras nating nakaraan&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nagkaganito&lt;br /&gt;Naglaho na ba ang pag-ibig mo&lt;br /&gt;Sana maulit muli&lt;br /&gt;Sana bigyan ng pansin ang himig ko&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon, bukas, ngayon&lt;br /&gt;Tanging wala nang ibang mahal&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Kung kaya kong iwanan ka&lt;br /&gt;Di na sana aasa pa&lt;br /&gt;Kung kaya kong umiwas na&lt;br /&gt;Di na sana lalapit pa&lt;br /&gt;Kung kaya ko sana&lt;br /&gt;Ibalik ang kahapon&lt;br /&gt;Sandaling di mapapantayan&lt;br /&gt;Huwag sana nating itapon&lt;br /&gt;Pagmamahal na tapat&lt;br /&gt;Kung ako'y nagkamali minsan&lt;br /&gt;Di na ba mapagbibigyan&lt;br /&gt;O giliw, dinggin mo ang nais ko&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Kung kaya ko sana&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang tanging nais ko&lt;br /&gt;Ang ating kahapon sana maulit muli&lt;br /&gt;Kung ako'y nagkamali minsan&lt;br /&gt;Di na ba mapagbibigyan&lt;br /&gt;O giliw... Dinggin mo ang nais ko&lt;br /&gt;Ang nais ko&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS 2x)&lt;br /&gt;Mahal pa rin kita&lt;br /&gt;O giliw... o giliw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112660643800884110?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112660643800884110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112660643800884110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112660643800884110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112660643800884110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/09/sana-maulit-muli.html' title='Sana Maulit Muli'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112572128738334266</id><published>2005-09-03T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:21:27.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emote lang ako..</title><content type='html'>I'm here at my duty.. malapit na ang out ko.. hmm.. wla lng.. na-emote lang ako.. i miss my friends.. i miss highschool life.. ala lang.. alam ko nmang walang nagtyatyagang bumisita ng blog ko e.. so malamang wlang magbabasa.. e1 ko.. khet nkikita ko ung iba sa mga friends ko.. i still fill na parang wla lng ako sa iba.. prang ako lang ung parating gusto silang makasama o maka-usap.. oo, naiintindhan ko na busy ang mga tao ngaun.. pero ano ba nman ung piso para mangamusta.. wla lng.. at 30min na usap sa fone.. kawalan na ba un sa oras na ginugugol para gumawa ng mga bagay2.. cguro sasaya din ako mamaya.. I'm gonna meet jona sa G4.. hay.. umaasa ako sa sembreak nila magkakasama-sama kami khet 1 day lng.. hay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112572128738334266?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112572128738334266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112572128738334266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112572128738334266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112572128738334266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/09/emote-lang-ako.html' title='Emote lang ako..'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112537074788949725</id><published>2005-08-31T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T19:59:09.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS BEAUTIFUL ......AND YOU WILL CRY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?" The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it." Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?" The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of &gt; the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in aplastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the university, for study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could." Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will never forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like,you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good- bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well,you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen&lt;br /&gt;to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm, sure the food will be great. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that? Signed, with Love from: God, Jesus &amp;amp; Me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112537074788949725?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112537074788949725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112537074788949725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112537074788949725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112537074788949725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-beautiful-and-you-will-cry.html' title='THIS IS BEAUTIFUL ......AND YOU WILL CRY...'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112537161588657160</id><published>2005-08-30T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T17:20:55.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabayan Fever..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just remember all of our memories as bigkasers and here is a flashback.. mishoo guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;2nd yr&lt;/span&gt; - "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kung Tuyo na ang Luha ng Aking Bayan&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ni Amado V. Hernandez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We got 2nd place.. hehe.. dito namin na-meet sina ate lew anne at ate teng.. hehe.. sobrang astig na mga trainors.. utang namin sknila ung knowledge nmen bout sabayan.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/Barkada%20ko/SABAYAN2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/Barkada%20ko/sabayan11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/Barkada%20ko/sabayan04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/Barkada%20ko/SABAYAN3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3rd yr - "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Panata sa Wika&lt;br /&gt;ni Al Q. Perez&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BAPPSA PIECE: Dalit sa Paggawa&lt;br /&gt;ni Gat Jose Rizal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="333" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/Barkada%20ko/pubimage2.jpg" width="380" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 404px; HEIGHT: 312px" height="352" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/Barkada%20ko/pubimage4.jpg" width="480" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="332" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/Barkada%20ko/pubimage3.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="342" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/Barkada%20ko/StPaul00003.jpg" width="424" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 452px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="302" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/Barkada%20ko/StPaul00002.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4th yr - Tinig ng Teenager&lt;br /&gt;ni Teo S. Baylen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAPPSA CHORAL PIECE: Mi Ultimo Adios&lt;br /&gt;by: Dr. Jose Rizal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="227" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/Barkada%20ko/3106841630695l.jpg" width="444" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112537161588657160?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112537161588657160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112537161588657160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112537161588657160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112537161588657160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/08/sabayan-fever.html' title='Sabayan Fever..'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/Barkada%20ko/th_SABAYAN2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112536725126843289</id><published>2005-08-30T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T19:00:51.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Section 1: YOU!&lt;br /&gt;+ Known as: fhatz&lt;br /&gt;+ Lives in: parañaque&lt;br /&gt;+ Birthday: 021887&lt;br /&gt;+ Religion: Roman Catholic&lt;br /&gt;+ Shoe size: haha.. secret..&lt;br /&gt;+ Hair color: black&lt;br /&gt;+ Eye color: black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Section 2 - Have you ever... *&lt;br /&gt;+ Cheated on someone?: hmm..&lt;br /&gt;+ Been Cheated on?: hmm din..&lt;br /&gt;+ Fallen off the bed?: hehe.. dmeng times na.. nung bata pa me..&lt;br /&gt;+ Broken someones heart?: di pa.. me ung parating broken hearted..&lt;br /&gt;+ Had a dream come true?: yeah...&lt;br /&gt;+ Done something you regret?: yeah.. pero i know its part of it xe i woudn't be who i am if it's not because of that.. =)&lt;br /&gt;+ Cheated on a test?:hmm.. parati kong iniiwasan yan.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Section 3 - Currently *&lt;br /&gt;+ Wearing?: orange shirt and cacky pants..&lt;br /&gt;+ Listening to?: silence..&lt;br /&gt;+ Located?: Mapua Makati IT-107&lt;br /&gt;+ Watching?: wla po..&lt;br /&gt;+ Should REALLY be doing: review sa exam.. hekhek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Section 4 - Do you... *&lt;br /&gt;+ Have any piercings: yep! 2...&lt;br /&gt;+ Drive: di pa po.. waah.. =s&lt;br /&gt;+ Drink?: occasionally.. pero i wanna be 0% alcohol..&lt;br /&gt;+ Smoke?: no way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Section 5 - The last person you... *&lt;br /&gt;+ Hugged?: my bunsoy.. hekhek..&lt;br /&gt;+ Kissed?:  sa cheeks? pare ko.. hekhek..&lt;br /&gt;+ Talked on the phone?: ibe.. ung 24/7 ko..&lt;br /&gt;+ Yelled at?: kapatid ko.. hekhek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Section 6 - Personal *&lt;br /&gt;+ What do you want to be when you finish college?: a successful IT specialist...=D&lt;br /&gt;+What has been the best day of ur life: hmm... nothing in exact xe msya nman everyday.. pero if ever.. 052905..&lt;br /&gt;+ What comes first in your life? GOD!&lt;br /&gt;+ Do you have a crush?: mron.. kso di ko lam pangalan nya.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;+ What do you usually think about before you go to bed?: hmm.. ung 29 ko.. pero lam ko di nya na ko iniisip.. i rily want to talk to him..&lt;br /&gt;+ Did you lose someone you really loved?: yeah.. recently lng.. &lt;strong&gt;aug 4, 05&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;+ How many times have you fallen in love?: hmm.. ung seryoso.. cguro mga 4 times.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;+ Love your family?: oo nman.. xempre..&lt;br /&gt;+ Love your friends?: yeah.. i miss dem.. lalo na &lt;strong&gt;bez&lt;/strong&gt; ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Section 7 - Favorite *&lt;br /&gt;+ Movie: 50 firsts dates, Parent trap.. dme pa e..&lt;br /&gt;+ Song: Sa kanya by MYMP...&lt;br /&gt;+ Store: National bukstore..&lt;br /&gt;+ Relative: lhat sila.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;+ Sport: table tennis and basketball..&lt;br /&gt;+ Ice Cream Flavor: coffee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;+ Day of the Week: araw-araw.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;+ Time: break cguro..&lt;br /&gt;+ Color: blue and yellow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Section 8 - Do you *&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to give hugs?: yeah.. hehe.. malambot xe ko.. hekhek..&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to give kisses?: hmm.. yeah.. lalo na sa mga sisters ko sa yfc.. =)&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to walk in the rain?: dpende.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;+ Prefer black or blue pens?: blue..&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to travel?: yeah kso lang budget..&lt;br /&gt;+ Sleep on your side, stomach or back?: nakadapa me matulog.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;+ Have stuffed animals in your bed?: wla po.. tinago ko na si jay-R xe naaalikabukan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112536725126843289?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112536725126843289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112536725126843289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112536725126843289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112536725126843289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/08/section-1-you-known-as-fhatz-lives-in.html' title=''/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112536603906666074</id><published>2005-08-29T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T18:40:40.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you Run?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ask yourself the question if "you would run" after you read this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this happening to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Sunday morning during service, a 2,000 member congregation was surprised to see two men enter, both covered from head to toe in black and carrying submachine guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the men proclaimed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone willing to take a bullet for Christ remain where you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, the choir fled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the deacons fled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of the congregation fled....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 2,000 there only remained around 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who had spoken took off his hood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then looked at the preacher and said "Okay Pastor, I got rid of all the hypocrites... Now you may begin your service. Have a nice day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the two men turned and walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO DEEP TO NOT PASS ON...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world is in the condition it is today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Funny how we believe what the newspapers say.. but question what the Bible says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Funny how everyone wants to go to heaven... provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything the Bible says. or is it scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Funny how someone can say "I believe in God"... but still Follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes"in God).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace...but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the school and work place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Funny, isn't it? Funny how someone can be so fired up for Christ on Sunday...but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112536603906666074?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112536603906666074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112536603906666074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112536603906666074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112536603906666074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/08/would-you-run.html' title='Would you Run?'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112511705925956720</id><published>2005-08-27T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T21:30:59.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for today</title><content type='html'>JUST FOR TODAY i will try to live through this day only, and not tackle my whole life problem at once. I can do something for twelve hours that would appall me if I felt that I had to keep it up for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOR TODAY i will be happy. This assumes to be true that what Abraham Lincoln said, Most people are so happy as they make up their minds to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOR TODAY I will adjust myself to what is, and not try to adjust everything to my own desires. I will take my LUCK as it comes and fit myself to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOR TODAY i will try to strengthen my mind. I will study. I will learn something useful. I will read something that requires effort, thought, and concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOR TODAY I will exercise my sould three ways: I will do somebody good turn, and not get found out; if anybody knows of it, it will not count. I will do at least two things I don't want to do - just for exercise. I will not show anyone that my feelings are hurt; they may be hurt, but today I will not show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOR TODAY I will be agreeable. I will look as well as I can, dress becomingly, talk low, act courteously, criticize not one bit, not find faul with anything, and not try to improve or regulate anybody except myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOR TODAY I will have a program. I may not follow it exactly, but I will have it. I will save myself from two pests: hurry and indecision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOR TODAY I will have a quiet half hour all by myself and relax. During this half hour, some time, I will try to get a better perspective of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOR TODAY I will be unafraid. Especially I will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful, and to believe that as I five to the world, so the world will give to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112511705925956720?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112511705925956720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112511705925956720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112511705925956720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112511705925956720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-for-today.html' title='Just for today'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112479835413073227</id><published>2005-08-23T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:10:32.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOREVER KIND OF LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;.style27 {font-size: 10pt}&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="style27"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99CCFF;"&gt;One of our favorite patients had been in and out of our&lt;br /&gt;    small, rural hospital several times, and all of us on med-surg had&lt;br /&gt;    grown quite attached to her and her husband. In spite of terminal&lt;br /&gt;    cancer and resulting pain, she never failed to give us a smile or a&lt;br /&gt;    hug. Whenever her husband came to visit, she glowed. He was a nice&lt;br /&gt;    man, very polite and as friendly as his wife. I had grown quite&lt;br /&gt;    attached to them and was always glad to care for her.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I admired their _expression of love. Daily, he brought her&lt;br /&gt;    fresh flowers and a smile, then sat by her bed as they held&lt;br /&gt;    hands and talked quietly. When the pain was too much and she cried or&lt;br /&gt;    became confused, he hugged her gently in his arms and whispered until&lt;br /&gt;    she rested. He spent every available moment at her bedside, giving&lt;br /&gt;    her small sips of water and stroking her brow. Every night, before&lt;br /&gt;    he left for home, he closed the door so they could spend time alone&lt;br /&gt;    together. When he was gone, we'd find her sleeping peacefully&lt;br /&gt;    with a smile on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;On this night, however, things were different. As soon as&lt;br /&gt;    I entered report, the day nurses informed us she had steadily&lt;br /&gt;    taken a turn for the worse and wouldn't make it through the night.&lt;br /&gt;    Although I was sad, I knew that this was for the best. At least my&lt;br /&gt;    Friend wouldn't be in pain any longer. I left report and checked&lt;br /&gt;    On her first. When I entered the room, she aroused and smiled&lt;br /&gt;    weakly, but her breathing was labored and I could tell it wouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;    long. Her husband sat beside her, smiling, too, and said, "My Love is finally going to get her reward."&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Tears came to my eyes, so I asked if they needed anything&lt;br /&gt;    And left quickly. I offered care and comfort throughout the&lt;br /&gt;    evening, and at about midnight she passed away with her husband still holding her hand. I consoled him and with tears running down his cheeks he said, "May I please be alone with her&lt;br /&gt;    for awhile?" I hugged him and closed the door behind me.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I stood outside the room, blotting my tears and missing my&lt;br /&gt;    friend and her smile. And I could feel the pain of her husband&lt;br /&gt;    in my own heart. Suddenly from the room came the most beautiful male&lt;br /&gt;    voice I have ever heard singing. It was almost haunting the way it&lt;br /&gt;    floated through the halls. All of the other nurses stepped out into the&lt;br /&gt;    hallways to listen as he sang "Beautiful Brown Eyes" at the top&lt;br /&gt;    of his lungs.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;When the tune faded, the door opened and he called to me.&lt;br /&gt;    He looked me in the eyes then hugged me saying, "I sang that song&lt;br /&gt;    to her every night from the first day we met. Normally I close the&lt;br /&gt;    door and keep my voice down so as not to disturb the other patients.&lt;br /&gt;    But I had to make sure she heard me tonight as she was on her way to&lt;br /&gt;    heaven . She had to know that she will always be my forever love.&lt;br /&gt;    Please apologize to anyone I bothered. I just don't know how I&lt;br /&gt;    Will make it without her, but I will continue to sing to her every&lt;br /&gt;    night. Do you think she will hear me?"&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head "yes," unable to stop my tears. He&lt;br /&gt;    hugged me again, kissed my cheek, and thanked me for being their nurse and&lt;br /&gt;    friend. He thanked the other nurses, then turned and walked&lt;br /&gt;    down the hall, his back hunched, whistling the song softly as he went.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;As I watched him leave I prayed that I, too, would someday&lt;br /&gt;    know that kind of forever love. &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/13183061-112479835413073227?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112479835413073227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112479835413073227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112479835413073227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112479835413073227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/08/forever-kind-of-love.html' title='FOREVER KIND OF LOVE'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112479788990029450</id><published>2005-08-23T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T04:51:30.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-Die for Love-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I sit in the park where I dwell,&lt;br /&gt;For this boy I love so well.&lt;br /&gt;He took my heart away from me,&lt;br /&gt;Now he wants to set me free.&lt;br /&gt;I see a girl on his lap,&lt;br /&gt;He says things to her he never said to me.&lt;br /&gt;I ran home to cry on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;Not a word to mother was said.&lt;br /&gt;Father came home late that night,&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me from left to right.&lt;br /&gt;He saw me hanging from a rope,&lt;br /&gt;He took his knife to cut me down.&lt;br /&gt;And on my dress a note was found:&lt;br /&gt;Dig my grave, Dig it deep.&lt;br /&gt;Dig my grave, From head to feet.&lt;br /&gt;And on the top place a dove.&lt;br /&gt;And remember this, I died for love... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112479788990029450?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112479788990029450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112479788990029450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112479788990029450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112479788990029450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/08/die-for-love.html' title='-Die for Love-'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112375552954172852</id><published>2005-08-11T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T22:59:19.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Said No</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;.style27 {color: #00CCFF}&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="style27"&gt;I asked God to take away my habit.&lt;br /&gt;    God said, No.&lt;br /&gt;    It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.&lt;br /&gt;    God said, No.&lt;br /&gt;    His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I asked God to grant me patience.&lt;br /&gt;    God said, No.&lt;br /&gt;    Patience is a byproduct of tribulations;&lt;br /&gt;    it isn't granted, it is learned.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I asked God to give me happiness.&lt;br /&gt;    God said, No.&lt;br /&gt;    I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I asked God to spare me pain.&lt;br /&gt;    God said, No.&lt;br /&gt;    Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares&lt;br /&gt;    and brings you closer to me.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I asked God to make my spirit grow.&lt;br /&gt;    God said, No.&lt;br /&gt;    You must grow on your own! ,&lt;br /&gt;    but I will prune you to make you fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;    God said, No.&lt;br /&gt;    I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I asked God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.&lt;br /&gt;    God said...Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.&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/13183061-112375552954172852?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112375552954172852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112375552954172852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112375552954172852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112375552954172852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/08/god-said-no.html' title='God Said No'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112359189002682649</id><published>2005-08-04T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T05:51:30.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move on</title><content type='html'>hay.. ewan ko ba.. di ko prn xa makalimutan.. ganto cguro tlga.. this is God's plan for me.. i still love him.. mahirap kalimutan.. kht sglet lng kme, pero sobrang ewan ko ba.. sna nman we could tok.. gusto ko tlga maayos kht di na ule maging kme.. hay.. i still long for Him.. pero i respect what is the plan for me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112359189002682649?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112359189002682649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112359189002682649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112359189002682649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112359189002682649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/08/move-on.html' title='Move on'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112294612204880723</id><published>2005-08-02T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T18:28:42.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of three trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;They were discussing their hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;when the&lt;br /&gt;first tree said, Someday, I hope to be a treasure&lt;br /&gt;chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and&lt;br /&gt;precious gems and be decorated with intricate&lt;br /&gt;carvings. Everyone would see my beauty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second tree said, "Someday, I will be a mighty&lt;br /&gt;ship. I will take kings and queens across the&lt;br /&gt;waters&lt;br /&gt;and sail to the corners of other world.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will feel safe in me because of the&lt;br /&gt;strength&lt;br /&gt;of my hull."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the third tree said, "I want to grow to be&lt;br /&gt;the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People&lt;br /&gt;will s! ee me on top of the hill and look up to my&lt;br /&gt;branches, and think of the heavens and God and&lt;br /&gt;how&lt;br /&gt;close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest&lt;br /&gt;tree of all time, and people&lt;br /&gt;will always remember me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few years of praying that their dreams would&lt;br /&gt;come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the&lt;br /&gt;trees.&lt;br /&gt;One came to the first tree and said, "This looks like&lt;br /&gt;a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the&lt;br /&gt;wood to a carpenter," and he began cutting it down.&lt;br /&gt;The tree was happy, because he knew that the&lt;br /&gt;carpenter&lt;br /&gt;would make him into a treasure chest. At the&lt;br /&gt;second&lt;br /&gt;tree, one of the other woodsman said, "This looks&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;a strong tree. I should be able to sell it to the&lt;br /&gt;shipyard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second tree was happy, because he knew he&lt;br /&gt;was on&lt;br /&gt;his way to becoming mighty ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the&lt;br /&gt;tree&lt;br /&gt;was frightened, because it knew that, if it was cut&lt;br /&gt;down, its dreams would not come true. One of the&lt;br /&gt;woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special&lt;br /&gt;from my&lt;br /&gt;tree, so I'll take this one," and he cut it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first tree arrived at the carpenter's, he&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;made into a feed box for animals, placed in a barn&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;filled with hay. This was not at all&lt;br /&gt;what he had prayed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second tree was cut and made into a small&lt;br /&gt;fishing&lt;br /&gt;boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and&lt;br /&gt;carrying&lt;br /&gt;kings had come to&lt;br /&gt;an&lt;br /&gt;end. The third tree was cut into&lt;br /&gt;large pieces and left alone in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years went by, and the trees forgot about their&lt;br /&gt;dreams. Then one day, a man and woman came to&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;barn. She gave birth, and they placed the baby in&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;hay in the feed box that was made from the first&lt;br /&gt;tree.&lt;br /&gt;The man wished that he could have made a crib for&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree&lt;br /&gt;could&lt;br /&gt;feel the importance of this event and knew that it&lt;br /&gt;had&lt;br /&gt;held the greatest treasure of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat&lt;br /&gt;made from the second tree. One of them was tired&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a&lt;br /&gt;great storm arose, and the tree didn't think it was&lt;br /&gt;strong enough to keep the men safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men woke the sleeping man, and he stood&lt;br /&gt;and said&lt;br /&gt;Peace," and the storm stopped. At this time, the&lt;br /&gt;tree&lt;br /&gt;knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its&lt;br /&gt;boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;carried through the streets, and the crowd mocked&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;man who was carrying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the man was nailed to the tree and raised&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday&lt;br /&gt;came,&lt;br /&gt;the tree came to realize that it was&lt;br /&gt;strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be&lt;br /&gt;as close to God as was possible, because Jesus&lt;br /&gt;had&lt;br /&gt;! been crucified on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is that, when things don't&lt;br /&gt;seem to be going your way, always know that God&lt;br /&gt;has a&lt;br /&gt;plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will&lt;br /&gt;give you great gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in&lt;br /&gt;the way they had imagined. We don't always know&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;God's plans are for us. We just know that His&lt;br /&gt;ways are&lt;br /&gt;not our ways, but His ways are always best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it moving...pass it on, so it could inspire more&lt;br /&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the heart sees what the eyes can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's meant to be it's meant to be...&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happen it will happen... &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/13183061-112294612204880723?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112294612204880723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112294612204880723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112294612204880723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112294612204880723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/08/dreams-of-three-trees.html' title='Dreams of three trees'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112286285857766150</id><published>2005-08-01T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:20:58.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start the Month Right, ayt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hay.. tagal ko ding di nakakapagpost.. hmm.. sira kasi iyong computer namin e.. neways, im quite bothered this passed few days. Medyo dami lang mga bagay na di ko maintindihan. Galing akong youth camp ng Campus based sa SOuth.. Sa may A. Bonifacio Elementary school kami nag-camp. Sobrang astig nung camp at siyempre, nag-enjoy talaga ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;What's really bothering me is the fact that I was serving during the camp na mabigat iyong loob ko. I wasn't really in my prayerful mode..=s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;After ng camp, pumunta ako sa Chapter assembly ng SANTAMBACON sa concorde chapel. I prayed. May message Siya sa'kin. Though medyo nahihirapan pa rin talaga ako, i know that He's with me. I'm holding on to my prayers and feelings. Alam kong ginagawa ko ang dapat and siguro kailangan ko lang talaga maging patient. I know God has a plan and that He loves me that's why I'm experiencing all these things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Lord God, sorry for the times that I'm so impatient. Please give me strength and wisdom. I know you never left me. I know that I could get through these with your help. Please show me the right way. I'm yours O God. I give my all to you. I surrender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;-fhatz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112286285857766150?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112286285857766150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112286285857766150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112286285857766150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112286285857766150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/08/start-month-right-ayt.html' title='Start the Month Right, ayt?'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112160150465577609</id><published>2005-07-17T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T04:58:24.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God lives under the bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I hope this will inspire you guys..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;+++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't start reading this one until you've got more than 3 or 4 minutes to just "scan" over it. It deserves some time for reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped outside his closed door to listen. "Are you there, God?" he said. "Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed." I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult. He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas, and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only variation in the entire scheme are laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child. He does not seem dissatisfied. He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work. He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. "That one's goin' to Chi-car-go!" Kevin shouts as he claps his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights. And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know what it means to be discontent. His life is simple. He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be. His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it. He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax. He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure. He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue. Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God.&lt;br /&gt;Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an "educated" person to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God seems like his closest companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity, I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith. It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions. It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap - I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care. Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God. And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed. Kevin won't be surprised at all!&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/13183061-112160150465577609?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112160150465577609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112160150465577609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112160150465577609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112160150465577609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/07/god-lives-under-bed.html' title='God lives under the bed'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112152017973346323</id><published>2005-07-16T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T06:22:59.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wisdom Of Socrates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was inspired by this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In ancient Greece (469 - 399 BC), Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom. One day the great philosopher came upon an acquaintance who ran up to him excitedly and said, "Socrates, do you know what I just heard about one of your students?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"Wait a moment," Socrates replied. "Before you tell me I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Test of Three."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right," Socrates continued "Before you talk to me about my student let's take a moment to test what you're going to say. The first test is Truth Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right," said Socrates. "So you don't really know if it's true or not. Now let's try the second test, the test of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my student something good?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, on the contrary..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about him even though you're not certain it's true?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man shrugged, a little embarrassed. Socrates continued. "You may still pass though, because there is a third test - the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my student going to be useful to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither True nor Good nor even Useful, why tell it to me at all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was defeated and left, ashamed. This is the reason Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112152017973346323?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112152017973346323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112152017973346323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112152017973346323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112152017973346323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/07/wisdom-of-socrates.html' title='The Wisdom Of Socrates'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112151938262556347</id><published>2005-07-15T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T06:09:42.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creme Brulee's can never be Jelo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I got this e-mail on our yahoo groups..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is an ode to all the women in the world who feel that they don't know their worth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;To the short, the tall, the fat, the thin, the fair, the dark, the long hair, the short haired, the girly girl, the girl-next-door,the preppy, the party girl, the brainy, the rocker chick, the artsy one, to anyone who has boobs and a the sacred uterus, the home of a child yet to be born - I salute you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all had our own share of insecurities. If people or men rather only knew how tormenting it is to have that moment where in you feel that shouldn't have been born at all, then maybe, they'd learn and try to understand us more and know when to make us feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the one flaw I see in women. NO matter how people say how good or perfect we are, we always fail to see that. We never see our worth. We never realize that if you, Yes YOU MY GIRL, would be non-existent -- do notice that the whole around you would change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in the world would be missing that dependable girl who's always ready to listen and be a shoulder to cry on. SOmeone would be missing that blaring voice everytime you sing in the shower till you cry your heart out. Someone would be missing having food ready before you leave. Someone would be missing that great delicacy that you are such an expert in cooking. Someone would miss hearing that laugh (melodic or not) that is sooo infectious that it manipulates the world to laugh with you. SOmeone would miss how you worry over sooo many little details. Someone would miss hearing your endless tales of how your day went. Someone would be missing hearing your voice as you shreik when there's a sale, a nice movie, or a good girl's night out. Someone would miss you having to nag them if they've rested well , done their homework, or taken their vitamins. Someone would be missing hearing you sing. Someone would miss picking on how you always stare at yourself in the mirror and wonder what's wrong with your face, or why that zit hasn't come off. Someone would miss your vanity. Someone would miss how long it takes you to get ready for an event (ordinary or not). Someone would miss how you fret on whether or not you've done what you're supposed to do. Someone would miss how you overreact on your physical attributes, even if they tell you constantly that your perfect as you are. SOmeone would miss your shining smile,your hug, and your kiss. Someone would miss the way you look when your feisty and angry. Someone would miss your gentle tears. Someone would miss how you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot of someones' in just one essay. And I bet there's a lot that I missed. But it's already so evident. You are worth all the love that you deserve. I've been reading magazines and books. Most are filled with questions and worries of women who feel that they have to make their mark in the world just to feel their self worth. NOt that it's bad to make a difference, but by being you already makes a difference in someone else's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It astonishes me to hear that even the prettiest ( and being pretty is a relavant thing) woman in the world can be the harshest critic on herself. IF they only knew, if I only knew ..sooner, that men value us more than we think. We often fail to see that we are all naturally beautiful. No need for makeup or fancy clothes, or jewelry. No need of hours of getting ready for the world (not that its bad thing to do). We're perfect as we are. We only have to believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind those people who set standards of whose pretty or not. Don't mind those people who tell you that you're not good enough. YOU ARE GOOD ENOUGH..no..in fact...YOU'RE MORE THAN GOOD ENOUGH. YOU ARE PERFECT AS YOU ARE! Imagine if one thing in you would be changed, your whole life will start to change around you. People will react to you differently. You'd probably feel lost and confused because you don't who you really are anymore. Because of changes that you wanted on yourself just so that you can satisfy someone else, you denied how you were perfectly created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this scene from My Bestfriend's Wedding ( and do I hear a YAY from the ladies there?! ISn't this one of the best???) Cameron Diaz and Julia ROberts were talking. Julia was helping Cameron in resolving an issue with her fiancee, which happens to be JUlia's bestfriend and someone she secretly has got the hots for. Julia sees Cameron as Creme Brulee. Expensive, exoctic, heavenly, something to die for. Julia simply points out that sometimes men just like someone similar to jelo. Simple, inexpensive, but simply satisfying perfect it all its "normalness". Cameron cries out..." I CAN BE JELO!" and then Julia suddenly BLURTS OUT " CREME BRULEE CAN NEVER BE JELO! NEVER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touche' to that. We have all been like Julia's craving to be the creme brulee in people's lives,hoping that it would give us the love that we are craving for. What's wierd is even creme brulees crave to be Jelo's too. I believe that creme brulee's even SEE THEMSELVES as JELOs! oR being a creme brulee is bad enough! There's no telling what the world would want from a woman. No telling what a woman would need to be in order to be loved and accepted.Creme brulees or jelos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creme brulee can never indeed be jelo. Just as Jelo can never be creme brulees. But the thing is despite whatever we may be, a creme brulee or a jelo. We are as good as we are, perfect as we are. Okay, so the Jelo never got the man. But the way Jelo gave the man to a Creme BRulee was sooo remarkable and so wonderful. Even, creme brulee's heart was softened and touched with what Jelo did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditching the food metaphor, to simply put it, no matter what we are, we are already worth all the love and the care in the world. Its useless trying to change ourselves because how can you love someone wholeheartedly, if that person can only love you back with conditions? Although we women are prone to play the martyr role in people's live, it's better to look for someone who can love us the way we are. No worries. NO if's. No buts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with standards of what's pretty or not. TO hell with those people who made you feel like trash, who thought you were never good enough. To hell with those people who think that you are a class lower because you're a girl. Girl, it has to start with you. You have to believe that you are as perfect as you are, and everything will fall into place. They would be able to see the beauty that has been hidden by the world's standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it a jelo or a creme brulee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- danagurl -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112151938262556347?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112151938262556347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112151938262556347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112151938262556347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112151938262556347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/07/creme-brulees-can-never-be-jelo.html' title='Creme Brulee&apos;s can never be Jelo!'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112151787105730392</id><published>2005-07-14T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T05:44:31.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began,&lt;br /&gt;"I'll open up your heart..."&lt;br /&gt;"You'll find Jesus there," the boy interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon looked up, annoyed "I'll&lt;br /&gt;cut your heart open," he continued,&lt;br /&gt;to see how much damage has been done..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But when you open up my heart, you'll&lt;br /&gt;find Jesus in there," said the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon looked to the parents, who&lt;br /&gt;Sat quietly. "When I see how much&lt;br /&gt;damage has been done, I'll sew your&lt;br /&gt;heart and chest back up, and I'll plan&lt;br /&gt;what to do next."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you'll find Jesus in my heart. The&lt;br /&gt;Bible says He lives there. The&lt;br /&gt;hymns all say He lives there. You'll&lt;br /&gt;find Him in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon had had enough. "I'll tell&lt;br /&gt;you what I'll find in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'll find damaged muscle, low blood&lt;br /&gt;supply, and weakened vessels.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll find out if I can make you well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll find Jesus there too. He lives there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon sat in his office, recording his&lt;br /&gt;notes from the surgery, "...damaged aorta, damaged&lt;br /&gt;pulmonary vein, widespread muscle degeneration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hope for transplant, no hope for cure. Therapy:&lt;br /&gt;painkillers and bed rest. Prognosis:&lt;br /&gt;here he paused, "death within one year."&lt;br /&gt;He stopped the recorder, but there was&lt;br /&gt;more to be said. "Why?" he asked aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did You do this? You've put&lt;br /&gt;him here; You've put him in this pain; and&lt;br /&gt;You've cursed him to an early death. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord answered and said, "The boy,&lt;br /&gt;My lamb, was not meant for your&lt;br /&gt;flock for long, for he is a part of My&lt;br /&gt;flock, and will forever be.&lt;br /&gt;Here, in My flock, he will feel no pain, and&lt;br /&gt;will be comforted as you cannot imagine.&lt;br /&gt;His parents will one day join him here,&lt;br /&gt;and they will know peace, and&lt;br /&gt;My flock will continue to grow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon's tears were hot, but his&lt;br /&gt;anger was hotter. "You created that&lt;br /&gt;boy, and You created that heart. He'll&lt;br /&gt;be dead in months. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord answered, "The boy, My lamb,&lt;br /&gt;Shall return to My flock, for He has&lt;br /&gt;Done his duty: I did not put My lamb&lt;br /&gt;With your flock to lose him, but to retrieve another&lt;br /&gt;Lost lamb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon wept.. The surgeon sat&lt;br /&gt;beside the boy's bed; the boy's&lt;br /&gt;parents sat across from him. The boy awoke and&lt;br /&gt;whispered, "Did you cut open my heart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said the surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you find?" asked the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I found Jesus there," said the&lt;br /&gt;surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown - Celebrate Jesus in 2005 &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/13183061-112151787105730392?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112151787105730392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112151787105730392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112151787105730392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112151787105730392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/07/heart.html' title='The Heart'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112132079267573888</id><published>2005-07-13T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:59:52.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ant Philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ANT PHILOSOPHY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;by Jim Rohn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Over the years I've been teaching children about a simple but&lt;br /&gt;powerful concept - the ant philosophy. I think everybody should&lt;br /&gt;study ants. They have an amazing four-part philosophy, and here is&lt;br /&gt;the first part: ants never quit. That's a good philosophy. If&lt;br /&gt;they're headed somewhere and you try to stop them; they'll look for&lt;br /&gt;another way. They'll climb over, they'll climb under, they'll climb&lt;br /&gt;around. They keep looking for another way. What a neat philosophy,&lt;br /&gt;to never quit looking for a way to get where you're supposed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, ants think winter all summer. That's an important&lt;br /&gt;perspective. You can't be so naive as to think summer will last&lt;br /&gt;forever. So ants are gathering in their winter food in the middle of&lt;br /&gt;summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ancient story says, "Don't build your house on the sand in the&lt;br /&gt;summer." Why do we need that advice? Because it is important to be&lt;br /&gt;realistic. In the summer, you've got to think storm. You've got to&lt;br /&gt;think rocks as you enjoy the sand and sun. Think ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112132079267573888?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112132079267573888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112132079267573888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112132079267573888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112132079267573888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/07/ant-philosophy.html' title='Ant Philosophy'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112127318602417704</id><published>2005-07-13T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:48:38.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Installing LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tech Support: Yes, ... how can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install Love. Can you guide me though the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready. What do I do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: What programs are running ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been completely erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Oops! I have an error message already. It says, "Error - Program not run on external components " What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Don't worry. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: So, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files: Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Now, copy them to the "My Heart" directory. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Sometimes. For others it takes a while, but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone you meet. They will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Thank you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112127318602417704?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112127318602417704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112127318602417704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112127318602417704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112127318602417704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/07/installing-love.html' title='Installing LOVE'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112127398235108947</id><published>2005-07-12T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:59:42.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERESTING CONVERSATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science has with God, the Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks one of his new Christian students to stand and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: You are a Christian, aren't you, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is this God good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student is silent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student :Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : From...God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So who created evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student does not answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student :Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So, who created them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student has no answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No , sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sir, just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life: just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt it, touched or smelt it?.....No one appears to have done so. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : That is it sir.. The link between man &amp; god is FAITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112127398235108947?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112127398235108947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112127398235108947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112127398235108947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112127398235108947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/07/interesting-conversation.html' title='INTERESTING CONVERSATION'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112117514786034913</id><published>2005-07-11T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T06:32:27.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Funk..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grabe, it's our first day funk.. whehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY B-DAY BEZ BARBIE..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112117514786034913?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112117514786034913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112117514786034913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112117514786034913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112117514786034913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-day-funk.html' title='First Day Funk..'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112083876398318665</id><published>2005-07-09T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:06:03.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are so blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;If you woke up this morning with more health than illness,you are more blessed than themillion who won't survive the week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;If you have never experiencedthe danger of battle,the loneliness of imprisonment,the agony of torture orthe pangs of starvation,you are ahead of 20 million peoplearound the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;If you woke up this morningwith more health than illness,you are more blessed than themillion who won't survive the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If you have never experiencedthe danger of battle,the loneliness of imprisonment,the agony of torture orthe pangs of starvation,you are ahead of 20 million peoplearound the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;If you attend a church meetingwithout fear of harassment,arrest, torture, or death,you are more blessed than almostthree billion people in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;If you have food in your refrigerator,clothes on your back, a roof overyour head and a place to sleep,you are richer than 75% of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;If you have money in the bank,in your wallet, and spare changein a dish someplace, you are amongthe top 8% of the world's wealthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;If your parents are still married and alive,you are very rare,especially in the United States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;If you hold up your head with a smileon your face and are truly thankful,you are blessed because the majority can,but most do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;If you can hold someone's hand, hug themor even touch them on the shoulder,you are blessed because you canoffer God's healing touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;If you can read this message,you are more blessed than overtwo billion people in the worldthat cannot read anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;WE are so blessed in ways we may never even know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112083876398318665?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112083876398318665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112083876398318665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112083876398318665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112083876398318665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-are-so-blessed.html' title='We are so blessed'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112083672478878416</id><published>2005-07-08T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T08:42:12.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Talk - Boys, be aware..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1. When a girl says she's sad, but she isn't crying, it means she's crying in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. When she ignores you after you've done something wrong, it's best to ive her some time to cool down before touching her heart with an apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3. A girl can't find anything to hate about the guy she loves (which is why is so hard for her to 'get over him' after the relationship's over.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;4. If a girl loves a guy, he will always be on her mind every minute of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;5. When the guy she likes smiles and stares deep into her eyes, she will melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;6. A girl likes to hear compliments, but usually is not sure how to react to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;7. Girls enjoy talking about what they feel. Music, poetry, drawings and writing are ways of expressing themselves (which explains why most girls like writing journals).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;8. Never tell a girl that she is useless in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;9. A smile means a lot to a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;10. If you like a girl, let her get to know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;11. If a girl says she can't go out with you because she has to study, leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;12. But if she still calls you or expect a call from you, stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;13. Don't try to guess a girl's feelings. Ask her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;14. Hearing the words "I love you" is a great reassurance to a girl that she is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;15. A girl's ex-crush will always be in her memory, but the guy she loves now stays in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;16. Girls love having fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;17. A simple 'Hi' can brighten a girl's day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;18. A girl's best friends usually know best what she is feeling and going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;19. Love means devotion, caring and happiness to a girl, in that order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;20. Some girls care about looks, some care about brains, but ALL girls want a guy who will love and care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Girls want nothing more than to feel loved.&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112083672478878416?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112083672478878416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112083672478878416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112083672478878416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112083672478878416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/07/girls-talk-boys-be-aware.html' title='Girls Talk - Boys, be aware..'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112074026985226566</id><published>2005-07-07T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T05:49:41.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't have to complain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i got this e-mail.. chek it out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My heart melted when I saw this. Be thankful for your blessings. Lets hope and pray that the suffering of others will be lightened....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;He who labors diligently need never despair; for all things are accomplished by diligence and labor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="278" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/for%20my%20blog/ShowLetter.jpg" width="340" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;"I felt very fortunate to live in this part of the world. I promise I will never waste my food no matter how bad it can taste and how full I may be. I promise not to waste water. I pray that this little boy be alleviated from his suffering.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="321" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/for%20my%20blog/ShowLetter2.jpg" width="276" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I pray that we will be more sensitive towards the suffering in the world around us and not be blinded by our own selfish nature and interests. I hope this picture will always serve as a reminder to us about how fortunate we are and that we must never ever take things for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/for%20my%20blog/ShowLetter3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think &amp;amp; look at this...when you complain about your food and the food we waste daily..." MAY ALL BEINGS BE FREE FROM SUFFERING!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/for%20my%20blog/ShowLetter4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112074026985226566?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112074026985226566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112074026985226566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112074026985226566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112074026985226566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-dont-have-to-complain.html' title='We don&apos;t have to complain..'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/fhatz/for%20my%20blog/th_ShowLetter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112058139784458153</id><published>2005-07-05T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:26:11.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had my stiff neck.. =s</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;grabe, di ko&lt;br /&gt;inaasahan na magkaka-stiff neck ako..sobrang sket kaya..hay..this day is another&lt;br /&gt;day.. another day para magpretend na ok lang ako.. yeah.. hindi ako ok for&lt;br /&gt;almost 2 weeks.. grabe.. ang hrap.. pero kinakaya ko nman e.. nagbago nako.. di&lt;br /&gt;nko tulad ng dati na nagpapadala sa emosyon.. kso minsan mhrap lng tlga maging&lt;br /&gt;ok.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#3399ff;"&gt;araw2, wlang oras&lt;br /&gt;na hindi ko hinintay ung paramdam &lt;b&gt;niya.&lt;/b&gt;. na sa mga natatanggap kong txts..&lt;br /&gt;minsan nadidisapoint ako na hindi &lt;b&gt;siya&lt;/b&gt;.. pag nagriring ung fone..&lt;br /&gt;pinapanalangin ko na sna &lt;b&gt;SIYA &lt;/b&gt;na un.. kso wala.. i'm rili loosing my&lt;br /&gt;patience.. di ko na kse alam dpat kong isipin at gawin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wala akong ginawa&lt;br /&gt;kundi maghintay sa wala.. pag sobra2 na nman akong nag-iisip.. dinadaan ko na&lt;br /&gt;lang sa tulog.. kaya yan.. nagka-stiff neck ako.. hay.. aun.. sna gumaling na&lt;br /&gt;to..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:#00ff00;"&gt;ang sakit sakit na&lt;br /&gt;nga ng nararamdaman ko emotionally, pati ba nman physically?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lord God, please strengthen me.. give me wisdom and understanding.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know You have a plan for us.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;please make me to be more patient...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112058139784458153?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112058139784458153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112058139784458153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112058139784458153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112058139784458153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-had-my-stiff-neck-s.html' title='I had my stiff neck.. =s'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-112053974273885702</id><published>2005-07-02T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T05:07:05.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God It's Friday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T.G.I.F.!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#ff66ff;"&gt;watta.. its a&lt;br /&gt;good day for me..pano ba nman.. 2 ka-date ko.. hehe.. empre.. si &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;shibe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tska &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;24/7 ko&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.. aun.. empre excited ako kse this would be my first&lt;br /&gt;time na makasma ko silang dalawa.. hehe.. aun.. hinintay ko sila sa my domacs sa&lt;br /&gt;2nd floor.. hehe.. tpos meet ko ung friend kong si mhel muna.. namit ko din pla&lt;br /&gt;si iris na classmate nya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#00ffff;"&gt;grabe, naligaw&lt;br /&gt;ung 2.. watta.. hehe.. tpos un.. we had lunch sa T.G.I.F... it's my first time&lt;br /&gt;to eat here.. we had &lt;b&gt;chicken fingers&lt;/b&gt;.. astig.. sarap ng food nila.. tska&lt;br /&gt;pla &lt;b&gt;onion rings&lt;/b&gt;.. tpos &lt;b&gt;bottom less iced tea&lt;/b&gt;.. yum! empre.. kulitan&lt;br /&gt;to the max na nman kme.. at empre.. pinagtutulungan nmen ni shibe si ibe.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;(peace!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;after lunch..&lt;br /&gt;niyaya ko sila mag-videoke.. hehe.. empre.. go nman sila.. whehe.. aun.. nung&lt;br /&gt;una.. mjo nagloloko ung videoke machine sa rum na napuntahan nmen.. tpos un..&lt;br /&gt;enjoy pren kme sa pagkanta.. ganda ng boses ni shibe.. pdeng-pde sa biritan..&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. aun.. tpos nakapagpareserv na kme ng room na maganda ung videoke&lt;br /&gt;machine.. aun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:130%;color:#3399ff;"&gt;Guys,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the date.. i really had a great time.. sa uulitin uli.. dito nman sa&lt;br /&gt;Gamboa's Tapsihan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-112053974273885702?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/112053974273885702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=112053974273885702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112053974273885702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/112053974273885702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/07/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='Thank God It&apos;s Friday..'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111975760767288592</id><published>2005-06-25T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T20:46:47.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY PRAYER...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lord God.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i know You are always there.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i know You have Your plans for us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm quite confused now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't know what to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't know what lies ahead of us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I want to fight for what I feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I want to fight for HIM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;is my LOVE for him enough to make me stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;help us get thru this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i know these are all challenges..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it would make us stronger..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Lord, help him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I know he's struggling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;help him find himself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;help him to call on Your name..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;help him get thru all of these..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I know he has faith on YOU..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;make him realize things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;help him say no to temptations..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;These I ask.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;in the name of Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Who lives and reigns with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;and the Holy Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;one God.. forever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;AMEN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-111975760767288592?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111975760767288592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111975760767288592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111975760767288592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111975760767288592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-prayer.html' title=''/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111802904985371774</id><published>2005-06-12T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T22:19:26.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GK build</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had our Gk build sa Kaingin. Aga ko gumising.. pag labas ko, andon na ang mga tiga salvador.. astig.. hehe.. aun..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ngayon na lang uli me nakapunta ng GK cite nmen sa community pero astig lng xe kasama ko na ung mga ka-chapter ko.. sobrang natutuwa me na nakapunta sila don to experience what i have experienced before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naglinis kami ng place, had full worship.. kumain din kami ng napakaraming food.. astig..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tpos, first time kong ma-experience magbungkal ng lupa at magbakod.. ansaya.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had really a good time.. sna tuloy-tuloy na tong gantong service.. natutuwa tlga ko pag nakikita ko silang sobrang nag go-grow.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-111802904985371774?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111802904985371774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111802904985371774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111802904985371774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111802904985371774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/06/gk-build.html' title='GK build'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111802901625346142</id><published>2005-06-05T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T21:12:59.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;PAULINIANS SURVEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME: &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;GAMBOA, MARY FATIMA S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT NO.:&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; A1992-100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++-=multiple choice=-++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANONG YEAR MO LAST YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] grade school&lt;br /&gt;[x] highschool: 4th year (that is, 2004. whehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANONG YEAR MO THIS YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Year I (at MAPUA MAkati)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Year II&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Year III&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Year IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINAKA-INAABANGAn MO SA MGA ACTIVITIES NA TO?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Intrams/Field Demo&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sabayan&lt;br /&gt;[x] First Friday&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Flag Cem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PULLOUT KA?&lt;br /&gt;[x] yes (and proud)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANONG PINAKA-FAVORITE MONG LINISIN SA ROOM PAG CLEANER KA?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] board&lt;br /&gt;[ ] platform&lt;br /&gt;[ ] windows&lt;br /&gt;[x] floor&lt;br /&gt;[ ] others: patulong-tulong kunyari ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUNG TOTOO HA...PATAY NA PATAY KA SA CRUSH MO NO?&lt;br /&gt;[x] OO sobra as in!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] slight lang...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] wala sa mga plano ko ang mang-chuba!!!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] nextyear na lang...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] no comment! (actually, may comment: hindi naman 'patay na patay')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANONG RIDE ANG SINAKYAN MO NUNG INTRAMS?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ferris wheel&lt;br /&gt;[x] catterpillar&lt;br /&gt;[ ] teddy bear (na nakamamatay!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] giant cinderella slide&lt;br /&gt;[ ] flying dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Paulinian Hymn&lt;br /&gt;[x] Paulinian Mission Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sr. Angele&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sr. Mila (di ko naabutan yung isa e, pero sa tingin ko, sr.mila talaga!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++-=essay? haha basta sagutan niyo na lang=-++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINO ADVISER MO?&lt;br /&gt;~* Mrs. Fragante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MABAIT BA?&lt;br /&gt;~* sobra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PULLOUT KA?&lt;br /&gt;~* 2nd yr - 4th yr.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUMATAMBAY KA BA SA STAIRS NA NGKOKONECT SA HS BLDG AT GS BLDG? YUNG MAY GATE PA...&lt;br /&gt;~* oo nman.. dun kme nagla-lunch ng mga kabarkada ko... hehe.. i miss dat place.. =s havent been there for almost a year.. =c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAN P KAYO 2MTMBAY NG KADA MO?&lt;br /&gt;~* uhm.. dpnde.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROUD KA BA SA PE MONG SUPER LAKI NG CLASS NUMBER AT APILYEDO SA SHIRT AT JOGGING PANTS?!&lt;br /&gt;~* oo nman.. syang nga 4th yr nako nung naabutan ko un e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAAALIW KA BA SA MGA VANDAL SA CR?&lt;br /&gt;~* nde a..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NKAPAG-SULAT KA BA SA "FREEDOM WALL/BOARD" (SA MAY TPAT NG CR NG FIRST YEAR) BAGO YUN&lt;br /&gt;TINGGAL?&lt;br /&gt;~* hindi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALA NG PALIGUY-LIGOY PA...SINO CHUBA MO?&lt;br /&gt;~* uhm.. naku.. graduate nako.. tpos na ko jan.. may &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nako.. mahal na mahal ko un.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANONG PINAKA-MEMORABLE MOMENT MO DIS SCHOOL YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;~* laht memorable skn.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAKET NAMAN???&lt;br /&gt;~* everyday is unique.. mdmeng nangyyre at natutunan.. so everyday is special to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMAKAY KA BA SA RIDES NUNG INTRAMS?&lt;br /&gt;~* di ko nga naabutan, di ba? pero nakasakay ako when I went there.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEMORABLE MOMENT NUNG INTRAMS?&lt;br /&gt;~* uhm.. wala akong napanood na khet ano... kainis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANG MAMI2SS MO SA PAST SCHOOL YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;~* events: sabayan, intrams (cheering), friends: classmates, schoolmates, teachers, auxiliary, etc. at lalo na ang first friday mass.. nakakamis din ung pag gawa ng mga letters sa crush ko.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE MONG PULLOUT (KUNG PULLOUT KA)?&lt;br /&gt;~* lhat favorite ko.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NA-JAIL KA BA?&lt;br /&gt;~*di pa nman.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY CRUSH KANG TEACHER?&lt;br /&gt;~* wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAKA-ENROLL KA NA BA? SECTION MO!&lt;br /&gt;~* hmm? *isip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAKUHA MO NA BOOKS MO?&lt;br /&gt;~* nakuha ko na year book ko.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY B YUNG SURVEY?&lt;br /&gt;~* yeah.. kso namimis ko lalo ung tipol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST WORDS?&lt;br /&gt;~* i'm looking forward sa sabayan.. hehe.. sna makapanood ako.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-111802901625346142?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111802901625346142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111802901625346142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111802901625346142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111802901625346142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/06/paulinians-survey-name-gamboa-mary.html' title=''/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111864247945036295</id><published>2005-06-02T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T22:13:40.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sport's Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had our Sport's Fest.. June 2 for volleyball and June 3 for basketball. Ayos nga e.. I cut my class para maka-attend nito.. whehe.. for my first time in history.. nakapag-serve ako ng maayos.. tpos un.. ok nman.. whehe.. i really had fun playing with them. Kaso, medyo madaming conflicts.. kaya kailangang ayusin iyong mga prob..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had our open forum kina eizel.. sobrang daming napag-usapan bout stuffs - friendship, service, God, relationships, love life, family, etc. Lahat ng andon, may moment in front of the group.. astig lang xe nung turn ko na.. I surrendered one thing - my broken and hurt heart.. i forgave someone who had hurt me the most. Ang gaan ng feeling na okay na kami.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that evening, we had our full worship. Daming nangyare and I believe andon si God.. di nman xe nya tayo iniiwan di ba? hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go Santambacon!!! dito lng me parati to support you guys.. *wink* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-111864247945036295?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111864247945036295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111864247945036295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111864247945036295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111864247945036295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/06/sports-fest.html' title='Sport&apos;s Fest'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111751439561119034</id><published>2005-05-30T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T22:52:16.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Service Meeting</title><content type='html'>SERVICE MEETING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astig tong day na pano ba naman kse.. nagmeet ang core ng yfc dito sa chapter nmen.. aun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tok about problems sa chapter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so overwhelmed na we are aware of whats happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after talking about problems sa chapter, nagworship kme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun.. lam ko sobrang na-touch tlga Niya kami..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobrang nafil namin ung presens Niya.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, God alone is ENOUGH.. I claim that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-111751439561119034?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111751439561119034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111751439561119034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111751439561119034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111751439561119034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/05/service-meeting.html' title='Service Meeting'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111737110157288940</id><published>2005-05-29T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:47:26.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks o, Lord.. for this day..</title><content type='html'>Lord.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day has been so special to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank You for sending him to my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may not have known each other yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i believe that in Your guidance and help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will love each other more and more each day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please guide us always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may You be the center of this relationship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we offer to you everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help us with the struggles that may come our way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he will be the one that you chose to be with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing is impossible with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-111737110157288940?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111737110157288940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111737110157288940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111737110157288940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111737110157288940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/05/thanks-o-lord-for-this-day.html' title='thanks o, Lord.. for this day..'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111708120174012440</id><published>2005-05-23T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T05:52:33.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Di ko alam bakit ako ganto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wala akong masabi at maisip kundi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Naiiyak ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo.. naiiyak ako.. di ko alam kung bakit.. ni-let go ko na siya.. at alam ko na di kami para sa isat-isa.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;pero wala akong nagagawang matino ngaun.. nagmumukmok lng ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;namimis ko ung mga bagay na ginagawa namin madalas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;we usulally talk at night.. hanggang madaling araw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;nakakamis din tlaga un.. ung tipong maasar ka sa sun dhl sa hrap tumawag..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;nyay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;tpos.. kung ano2 lang pinag-uusapan nmen.. kulitan.. minsan problema..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;yes, namimis ko ung araw2 naming pag-uusap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;di na xe kme halos nag-uusap ngaun e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;nagka-gap kami.. for what happened.. di ko alam kung mauulit pa un..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;nung nsa bus me papasok.. tnxt ko xa.. gulat me dhl nagreply xia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;maiyak-iyak ako.. kse last term... parate kmeng magkatxt-usap pag nasa bus ako ng gnong oras..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;tnxt ko xia.. sbe ko namimis ko to.. aun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;knina.. nasas skul ako.. praning na nman ako.. namimis ko xa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;wala akong magawa kundi magreminis ng mga panahong masaya pa kami..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;namimis ko ung mga tawanan namin.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ewan ko ba..naiinis ako sa sarili ko.. ginive-up ko na lahat.. lhat nga ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;di ko alam.. matindi parin ung nafifil kong pagmamahal para sa kanya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;alam ko na dapat kong gawin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;siguro matututunan ko rin na wag na ciang mahalin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;pero kelan un? --di ko alam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;nangako na ako sa DIYOS ko.. itutuwid ko na ang buhay ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'll let go of dat valley of shadow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;wala akong gustong gawin kundi magSERVE sa KANYA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;alam ko sa KANYA ko lang makukuha ung happiness na hinahanap ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-111708120174012440?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111708120174012440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111708120174012440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111708120174012440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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kaso.. walang magagawa... gnon tlga ang buhay.. aun.. tpos.. punta kmi ng community.. sa may pedro gil kme sakay ng jeep papunta sta. ana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe.. bute na lng.. 1 survey na lang ang kelangan kong tapusin.. astig.. naka-4 akong family na nainterview.. hehe.. ansaya.. neways.. ayan.. tpos na kami.. kelangan ko nang tahakin ang landas ko pauwe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating ko sa haus.. all set na sila.. ayan.. alis na sila.. grabe.. nakakamis sila.. nyay.. habol na lang ako kse gutom na ako at kelangan kong maglunch.. hehe.. aun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa chapel ng concorde village ung covenant orrientation.. nag tok1 si dona, tok 2 si lanj, tok 3 si kuya ray at tok 4 si solei.. astig.. dame kong nakuha from them.. pero pinakanatamaan tlga ko dun sa service sa family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun.. kse nagseserv ako sa labas tapos sa family ko di man lang ako makapagserv ng maayos.. i realized na dapat magserv din ako sa kanila.. na dapat ibalans ko lhat.. aun.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tpos un.. ginawa namin ung activity about affirming each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinausap ko rin ung si cox.. (thanks sa lhat pinsan ko.. nyay! =) ) bsta.. alam ko.. masaya ako sa kalyeng pinili ko nang tahakin.. yes, its a struggle.. pero kasama ko SIYA.. at di NIYA ako iiwan.. alam ko.. masaya siya ngaun sa desisyon ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tpos.. pumunta kami ng sta. rita para maki-fiesta at magsimba... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-111742146903438616?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111742146903438616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111742146903438616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111742146903438616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111742146903438616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/05/covenant-orrientation.html' title='Covenant Orrientation'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111725607852626832</id><published>2005-05-18T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:55:49.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paalam Na...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/3345/640/704007227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 118px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 132px" height="155" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/3345/320/704007227.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Paalam na..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TWENTEY-FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SEVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;these words mean so much to me- only to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tawagan namin to ng isang taong napakahalaga sa akin.. Astig ung ibig sabhin no? na andito kami para sa isa't-isa ano mang oras at panahon. Mahirap sa akin na ganto ang sitwasyon namin.. Oo, aminando ako.. ako lang nman kasi talaga ang nagpapagulo. Alam ko gusto niya maging friends kami kaso parang di ko ata kaya na makita siyang masaya kasama ng iba. Mas gugustuhin ko pang lumayo.. Selfish ba ako sa lagay na ito? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Iyong sakit ay parang lason... unti-unti akong nilalason.. unti-unti akong pinapatay. Sabi ko sa sarili ko sana pinatay na lang nila ako kaysa ganto ko nafi-feel ung torture sa akin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;24/7 ko, nagpapaalam ako sa'yo ngayon.. hinihintay ko na pigilan mo ako.. kaso parate mo naman sinasabe na &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"bahala ka, kung anong gusto mo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sa tingin mo po ba gusto ko 'tong ginagawa ko? grabe... wala na talaga akong halaga sa buhay mo.. gusto ko rin ipamukha sa iyo na wala ka na sa buhay ko.. kaso parating nagtatalo ang puso at isip ko.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;utak:&lt;/strong&gt; "sh*t fhatz, kaya mo ba, huwag ka ngang tanga.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;puso:&lt;/strong&gt; "magmahal ka lang..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;utak:&lt;/strong&gt; "you've given so much.. tama na.. you don't desserve this.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;puso:&lt;/strong&gt; "nagmamahal ka kasi mahal mo, hindi dahil mahal ka rin.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;utak:&lt;/strong&gt; "tigil mo na nga yan... wala ka nang halaga sa kanya.. your prescence and abscence wouldnt matter to her"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;puso:&lt;/strong&gt; "mahal na mahal mo siya.. bakit mo kailangang sumuko kahit may mahal na siyang iba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fhatz:&lt;/strong&gt; "bakit masakit magmahal... binigay mo na lahat-lahat kulang parin.. iiwan ka pa rin.. ewan ko na.. wala na muna siguro akong susundin sa inyong dalawa.. bahala na kung san ako dalhin ng kapalaran.. time would heal me.. heal . and sana.. i could still say hello to my 24/7... in the future.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;para sa 24/7 ko:&lt;/span&gt; mamimiss kita.. sana ngayong wala na ako.. hanapin mo naman ako kung mahala pa ako sa'yo.. pamukha mo sa akin na mali iyong desisyon na ginawa ko.. ayaw kong mawala ka sa buhay ko.. pero wala akong magagawa kung doon ka masaya.. bahala na.. basta &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;mag-iingat ka... mahal na mahal pa rin kita.. sana maging ok na tayo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-111725607852626832?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111725607852626832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111725607852626832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725607852626832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725607852626832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/05/paalam-na.html' title='Paalam Na...'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111725656719356748</id><published>2005-05-11T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:02:47.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just another ordinary day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yes, i have to take it like that. This is only an ordinary day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few months ago (4 months to be exact) my life was not like this - miserable. I was so happy during that time. Yes, January 11, 2005 is really memorable to me. That was the time (around 2am) that I admitted to someone that I really treasure her. My life was so colorful then. I have many dreams for us. Everyday seems to be very fast. Everytime I woke up I always wear that smile on me and talking to myself I would always say - "fhatz, this would be a great day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like this for some months. I can't explain what I'm feeling. All I know is that I really love that someone that it would be very hard for me to accept if she would leave me. I can't afford loosing her. All I need was I chance. I know living in this kind of situation wouldn't last but I'm willing to fight and stand for what I'm feeling. I believe there's nothing wrong unless i did something beyond my limitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still recall all of our memories. We will talk over the fone until dawn talking about all things under the sun. We never had a dull moment. There were problems though but I know we can handle them together. I believe I'm dreaming that I don't want to wake up because of the happiness and the love I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My dream has finally ended. I need to wake up because the person had already gave up on me. I really don't know what to do then. I'm so confused because the situation is really hard to face. Why did it have to end so soon? Why do I have to feel such hurt? Why do I have to be left behind? I have given so much sacrifices, effort and everything. I was so willing to fight for us but you were'nt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, this day will end in 5 hours. Still, I'm not texting you and you're not texting too. Yes, I'm leaving without saying good bye. I'm leaving all of the things that we shared and what's between us. I'm hoping that you will follow but from what I'm seeing, you were'nt. Yes, your with someone else. I know you are happy right now. You don't need me anymore. Our friendship doesn't mean anything to you right now. You can afford to loose me but I'm not. I don't want to go but I'm telling myself that I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will forever have you in my heart. I will love you secretly and face my own world right now - without both of you. Deep down in my heart, I always pray that our worlds would still meet. That someday what we had in the past would come back - our friendship, true friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's really hard that I left without even saying goodbye. I guess I really have to face this. All I know is that I really miss you. I don't know if you still know this... &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;- je t'aime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yes, this is just an ordinary day... I have to accept that...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I STILL LOVE YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I WILL FOREVER LOVE YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I MISS YOU SO MUCH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;PLEASE COME 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/13183061-111725656719356748?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111725656719356748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111725656719356748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725656719356748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725656719356748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-just-another-ordinary-day.html' title='It&apos;s just another ordinary day...'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111725645617110143</id><published>2005-05-09T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:00:56.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to let go even if I don't want to... ='c</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My words and emotions mean nothing to you now. I don't know what else I can say to make you stay. I've tried every way I thought possible to once again open the heart you've closed so sternly to me. What haunts me is how you changed your feelings for me so suddenly, and maybe it's because your feelings for me were never as solid as it seemed. I don't know. I've swallowed my pride, forced myself on you, made apologies I shouldn't have even made, and tried to get you to reminisce about the past, but you seem too hard for me to break into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally realized the impossible fantasy I've been deluding myself with, but just the same, it hasn't lessened my feelings. I know you might not be the one, but it's natural for one to think so at the time, and because of that I feel like I'm already missing an essential part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've accepted the fact that you just don't feel for me anymore, I hope you haven't thrown away the memories I treasure so much. I'm just sorry if it didn't work out. You don't seem to be affected at all, but I hope fate will grant me enough justice so that one day you'll look back to what we had and, even if it's just for a second, regret. Because you see, the regret I'm suffering from now is so intense that it's leaving me numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you that no one will love you the way I do now, or that you're missing out on someone really special, but my words and emotions mean nothing to you now. I want to hate you for making me feel so helpless and not returning the feelings I've unselfishly given you, but I know that I have no right to feel this way because it's not your fault. I'm just not the one in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that someday I'll find someone who's really for me, but it's funny because I was so sure that I'd already found her. Whoever will have you is going to be very lucky and there isn't anything in the world I wouldn't give to be her. But I also deserve more than what I got and be with someone who'll willingly reciprocate my love without thinking that I'm asking for too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was strong enough to just shut you out and move on, but I can't even lie to myself. I just don't know how to suppress the accumulated feelings you've caused me to build. I don't know why I wrote, because I've already said all of this to you, you just chose not to hear me. The word "love" is so trite, but I know no other way to sum up the feelings. For the person I thought you were, the person you are and the person I wish you to be, for the last time before I grant myself freedom, I want you to know that I do still love you and that I really don't want to do this... ='c&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-111725645617110143?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111725645617110143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111725645617110143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725645617110143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725645617110143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-have-to-let-go-even-if-i-dont-want.html' title='I have to let go even if I don&apos;t want to... =&apos;c'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111725565107210130</id><published>2005-04-29T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T18:45:28.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day ng Youth Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Siklab Five na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Medyo tuliro pa ako ngaung araw na ito kasi 3 ba naman ang exams ko.. C++, Psychology at Humanities.. mejo excited ako kse lam ko masaya tong camp.. empre.. para kay &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;God..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =) Nagkitakita kami nina Jhen at Eizel sa S.M. Manila.. gutom kami kaya nag take-out kami sa Wendys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun.. daan kami ng mendio dhl dun kme sakay papunta ng Santolan.. aba nman.. ngaun na lng ule ako nakapunta don.. I remember tuloy nung &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lumusot ako sa man hole..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sobrang napahiya ako.. * wink * concert ng parokya non sa La Co.. hay.. tama na.. may naaalala ako.. masaya pa ako non.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon.. tama na ang pagreminis.. hehe.. excited kaming sumakay sa LRT 2.. ashteegg.. aun.. sobrang bagal nga nung takbo niya e.. tpos un.. nagkukulitan kaming tatlo.. di kse gaano abot ni Eizel ung hawakan.. hehe.. (love you 2sum..) ayan.. hanggang sa nakarating na kami sa Santolan station.. medyo di namin alam kung san kami sasakay ng FX.. ayan.. tama pala ang aming tinatahak.. nakasakay na kami..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakarating na kami ng ALPADI.. sa wakas!! Eto na ang pinakamahirap na part.. ang maghiking pababa.. as in napakalas ng force.. kulang na lang ay gumulong kami pababa.. tawa kami ng tawa dahil nawiwiwi na si Jhen.. aun.. e malakas ang force di ba? Ala lng.. Nahawa na rin ako.. kakatawa ko.. ay nawiwiwi na rin ako.. makalipas ang mga ilang munuto ay nakarating na rin kami ng aming destinasyon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited kaming makita ang Camp lalo na ung dalawang kasama ko.. ashteeg.. dami ng santambacon.. aun.. yan.. lapet na ko magtalk.. shucks.. kabado ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan.. talk ko na.. natuwa ako dahil alam kong ginamit ako ni God para masabe ung message niya.. ashteeg tlaga.. lam ko hindi ako un.. ciempre.. lam ko si God talaga ung nagsasalita.. aun.. sobrang overwhelming lang kse lam ko nakinig silang lahat.. si ate aika and brother darl ung sharers ng talk ko.. aun.. astig din sila.. sobrang touching ung sinabi nila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the story about the larvae getting out of the cocoon.. aun.. the main lesson is that &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if God allowed our lives without struggles.. He would cripple us.. we will not be as strong as what we could have been..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aun.. end of the first day of the first day of the camp.. 2 more days to go.. &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/13183061-111725565107210130?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111725565107210130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111725565107210130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725565107210130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725565107210130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-day-ng-youth-camp.html' title='First Day ng Youth Camp'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111742224628660399</id><published>2005-02-14T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T04:32:49.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines day senyo.. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;INSTALLING LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Tech Support: Yes, ... how can I help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install Love. Can you guide me though the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready. What do I do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Customer: Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: What programs are running ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Customer: Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been completely erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Customer: Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Customer: Oops! I have an error message already. It says, "Error - Program not run on external components " What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Don't worry. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Customer: So, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files: Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Customer: Okay, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Now, copy them to the "My Heart" directory. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Customer: Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Sometimes. For others it takes a while, but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone you meet. They will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Customer: Thank you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-111742224628660399?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111742224628660399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111742224628660399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111742224628660399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111742224628660399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentines-day-senyo.html' title='Happy Valentines day senyo.. =)'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111725666292229089</id><published>2005-02-03T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:04:22.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ang sarap maging YFC...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oo, masarap maging YFC (youth for Christ). Masarap ang pamilya dito. Marming natutunan about kay Kristo at sa Diyos nating buhay. Naging YFC ako last June 1-3,2001 sa Alpadi, Antipolo. Grabe, sobrang astig talaga... dame kong nakilala at bukod don ay lalo ko pang nakilala si God. We have here the 4 F's: Fun, Friendship, Fellowship and Faith. All in one di ba? hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ayon.. I'm serving here in YFC for almost 4 years... i have my community which is South B-4, Sto. Niño - Tambo - Baclaran chapter and also my campus which is South A - MAPUA MAKATI. I love serving here in YFC... sobrang dito ko kinukuha most of my strengths na ginagamit ko para magpatuloy sa buhay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Honestly, i'm "spiritually hungry.." medyo matagal-tagal nren akong hindi nakakaatend ng mga gatherings, meetings at households. I miss my brothers and sisters so much... di na talaga ko ganon ka-active not like before.. Conflict kasi sa schedule ko. Kaya yon.. waah... miss ko na kau... hay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O well... i just want you guys to meet some of my brothers and sisters in youth for Christ... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/3345/640/mc12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/3345/320/mc12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ako at ang mga ka-yfc nung Youth Camp sa Antipolo last October.. whehe.. =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/3345/640/siklab+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/3345/320/siklab%2B4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SIKLAB 4 - OHANA SANTAMBAC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/3345/640/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/3345/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YFC - SANTAMBAC peeps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/3345/640/mc13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/3345/320/mc13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rock on josh... aldrin.. tingin sa cam.. hehe.. =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/3345/640/santambac+siklab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/3345/320/santambac%2Bsiklab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OHANA SANTAMBAC.... "HAPPY... SANTAMBAC..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/13183061-111725666292229089?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111725666292229089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111725666292229089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725666292229089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725666292229089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/02/ang-sarap-maging-yfc.html' title='&quot;Ang sarap maging YFC....&quot;'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111725703879268759</id><published>2005-01-24T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:10:38.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovers and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hay.. i got these from our yahoo groups in channel yfc.. this article really inspires me to be strong... xe lhat na lang ng mahalin ko.. friend lang ang tingin skn.. pero i guess God has a plan kung bket ganon.. and i believe, someday.. i'm gonna meet that special someone who's gonna accept me for who i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lovers fight. And so do friends. But lovers kiss and&lt;br /&gt;make-up. Friends make-up only. But when lovers&lt;br /&gt;didn't make up, usually they just cool it off and&lt;br /&gt;find hard to be the same again. When friends didn't&lt;br /&gt;make up, it's the most different feeling in the&lt;br /&gt;world so they make-up eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers get jealous. And so do friends. But lovers get&lt;br /&gt;jealous because they demand commitment. Friends get&lt;br /&gt;jealous because they demand attention. But when&lt;br /&gt;lovers get jealous, they really look serious. When&lt;br /&gt;friends get jealous, they look funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers give each other gifts. And so do friends. But&lt;br /&gt;when lovers do this, it's but natural. When friends&lt;br /&gt;give each other gifts, it's sooooo sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers make each other happy. And so do friends. They&lt;br /&gt;hang out, call one another, talk, yell, encourage when&lt;br /&gt;the other is down, sing, dance, eat together. They&lt;br /&gt;share secrets, dreams, take care of each other. But&lt;br /&gt;lover s expect these from one another. Friends expect&lt;br /&gt;these from others too but got from each other instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers can be complicated. And so do friends. But&lt;br /&gt;lovers usually try hard to adjust with one another.&lt;br /&gt;Friends just stay as what they are and don't give a&lt;br /&gt;**** whether they are nuts, or freaks, or stupids.&lt;br /&gt;Cause friends are not turned-off; they only laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers freak-out when you forgot birthdays. And so do&lt;br /&gt;friends. But lovers wouldn't forgive until they&lt;br /&gt;forget. Friends wouldn't forgive until an hour after&lt;br /&gt;when they receive a li'l bar of chocolate with a&lt;br /&gt;cheap card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers really love each other. And so do friends. But&lt;br /&gt;lovers either get married or break up. Friends either&lt;br /&gt;stay friends or be lovers or nothing at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,,,, whoelse needs a LOVER when you got yourself a FRIEND here &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/13183061-111725703879268759?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111725703879268759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111725703879268759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725703879268759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725703879268759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2005/01/lovers-and-friends.html' title='Lovers and Friends'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111725697741278174</id><published>2004-12-29T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T18:56:30.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weakness in me…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I hope you don’t notice, I hope you don’t see,&lt;br /&gt;cause I can’t let you know that you’re the weakness in me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again my dear.. thinking of you – imagining the way you smile, the way you sit and move right now. I’ve been picturing what you are doing. I’ve been asking myself if you are okay or not.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I met you, there was this strange feeling that I felt for you. Sparks became visible to my naked eye and music started playing on my mind. Yeah, it might sound crazy but I guess it was love at first sight. Days passed and I got to know you better. I was really happy then that my heart leaps for joy. I really can’t understand myself but questions that linger on my mind were answered and yes, I’m falling for you – falling so deeply in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really love being with you. I love seeing the smile you put on my face. We’ve been cool with each other – sharing stories, jokes and all. We never had a dull moment with each other and with our closest friends. I treasure those moments a lot because it’s not so often that I’m with you.&lt;br /&gt;The time came for me to realize that to have you was not meant to be. So I said to myself, it would be better if I will forget that feeling. I decided to stop what I’m feeling for you and be just your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Days passed, still I find you in my dreams, in my mind and in my heart. I thought I will learn how forget what I felt for you, but I was wrong. I was wrong in forcing myself to forget what I felt for you.&lt;br /&gt;Word’s aren’t enough to explain what I’m feeling for you. Shakespeare wouldn’t find the right words to express it. Though I might be having a hard time describing my love for you but I guess it wouldn’t matter. What matters to me is that I love you and that I’ve decided – I’m gonna fight what I’m feeling for you.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care if you wouldn’t love me back because I believe that loving someone means giving her the freedom to find her way, whether it leads towards you or away from you.&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this, there are just some questions I want to ask you.. Do you believe that my love for you is true? Will you let me love you? Will you allow me to let you feel my love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;if you only knew the effect you have on me, your mere glance is more than enough to last a day.. I hope you don’t notice, I hope you don’t see, cause I can’t let you know that you’re the weakness in me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-111725697741278174?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111725697741278174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111725697741278174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725697741278174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725697741278174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2004/12/weakness-in-me.html' title='Weakness in me…'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111725693191918185</id><published>2004-12-28T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:08:51.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakit nga ba mahal ko siya?</title><content type='html'>Bakit nga ba mahal ko siya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;        Ewan ko, kahit ako hindi ko alam ang sagot. Pero sa totoo lang masayang-masaya ako kapag kausap ka. Kahit hindi tayo madalas magkita, masulyapan lang kita ay sapat na para maging masaya ang malungkot kong araw. Kakaiba ang naging paraan ng tadhana ng tayo ay pagtagpuin. Tama, sandaling panahon lang tayo nagkakilala at iilan lang ang pagkakataon na tayo ay magkasama. Pero hindi yun naging hadlang para pagkatiwalaan kita, upang mahulog ang loob ko sa iyo at itago ang nararamdaman kong ito. Oo, minahal kita ng lihim, ilang ulit ko na bang tinangka na sabihin ito sa iyo pero hindi ako magkalakas ng loob. Ayaw kong magbago ang pagtingin mo sa akin. Nais ko na ako ang iyong takbuhan pag ikaw ay nalulungkot, na sa akin mo sasabihin ang mga kapaitan na dinanas mo, ang mga saya sa buhay mo o ang mga pangyayaring mahalaga sa’yo. Nais kong mapalapit sayo ngunit hindi ko alam kung papaano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Siguro nga patuloy kitang mamahalin. Sana maintindihan mo ako kung dumating man ang pagkakataon na sabihin ko na sa iyo ng harap-harapan ang nararamdaman ko. Sana ay huwag kang lumayo ng unti-unti kapag napagtanto mo na matagal na kitang pinahahalagahan. Alam kong hindi tama ito at isang kasalanan, ngunit anong magagawa ko? Nais kong maging parte ng buhay mo. Nais kong hayaan mo akong mahalin at arugain ka. Ayaw kong mapabilang sa mga taong nagbigay sa iyo ng lungkot at sakit. Hayaan mo na lang na mahalin kita ng ganito.&lt;br /&gt;Halos madurog ang puso ko kapag kausap kita. Parang gusto kong hilingin na huwag nang matapos ang sandaling iyon. Ang tinig mong nagpapabuhay ng malungkot kong araw, ang tinig na musika sa aking pandinig at ang tinig na nagpatibok ng aking puso. Nais kong sabihin sayo na “Eto ako, mahal na mahal kita at hindi kita sasaktan kahit kailan”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alam kong kaibigan lang ang turing mo sa akin kaya siguro nga hindi ito ang panahon para sa ating dalawa. Hindi ito ang pagkakataon para sa pag-ibig ko sa iyo. Ngunit, gayon pa man ay sasabihin ko na - pinili kong ipaglaban ang pagmamahal ko para sa’yo. Gusto kong malaman mo na ikaw ang laging laman ng aking mga panalangin, ng aking paggising at pagtulog. Ikaw ang nagbibigay kulay sa mundo kong may bahid ng kadilimian, ikaw ang siyang nagbibigay ng inspirasyon sa akin upang gawin ang mga nararapat gawin, ikaw na siyang nagbibigay lakas tuwing makararamdam ng pagod, ikaw na siyang nagbibigay ng rason upang patuloy akong lumaban sa dagok ng buhay..&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga sa isang awit, "Kay hirap palang umibig sa di tamang panahon, kung bakit ngayon ko lang natagpuan ang isang katulad mo...", bakit nga ba? Ewan, hindi ko din alam at siguro ay hindi ko na din hahanapan ng sagot dahil baka maloka pa ako. Basta mamahalin kita habang ako’y nabubuhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ngunit may hinihiling lamang ako hayaan mo lang sana akong ipadama ang nararamdaman ko. Huwag mo sana akong pigilang arugain ka. Huwag ka sanang lumayo kapag nalaman mo ito.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-111725693191918185?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111725693191918185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111725693191918185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725693191918185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725693191918185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2004/12/bakit-nga-ba-mahal-ko-siya.html' title='Bakit nga ba mahal ko siya?'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13183061.post-111725678115924027</id><published>2004-12-26T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T19:20:28.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing GOD’s love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love, I supposed you’ve heard this word so many times because love is the most used word. But, do we really know what is the true meaning of love? There are so many definitions of love like love is blind, love is sacrifice, love conquers all and etc. These definitions might be correct but still it wouldn’t be enough to explain what love is. Love is a deep word with a big responsibility. It involves all attitudes such as honesty, faithfulness, trust, and many more. There are many kinds of love like brotherly or sisterly love, love for a friend, love for a country, love of parents to their children and children to their parents. Do you know that there is a kind of love called “unconditional love?” It is God’s love. Yes, God’s love for us is unconditional. And because He loves us, He has a plan for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;You might ask me that if God loves us and that He has a plan for us, why do we experience such difficulties in life? Why do we experience pain every time we feel so happy? Personally, I asked that question before, before I knew God deeper. I’m living this life for almost 17 years. I knew God since I was a kid because I studied in a Catholic school and grew up in a Catholic family. Like you, I always encounter problems. Sometimes I want to give up but His love saves me from losing hope and getting drowned. I still experience trials but I now believe that struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed our life without any obstacles, He would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. How true this is! How many times have we wanted to take the quick way out of struggles? Why not trying to tell your problem you have a big God? We need to remember that our loving Father won’t give us more than what we can’t bear and through our trials and struggles we are strengthened as gold is refined in the fire. The struggles of life won’t go away but remember that God is allowing us to go through it for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;God has an insane love for us that He even suffered death on the cross. Believe me, God loves you and He has a plan for you. You are alive because there’s a reason and a purpose of living. All we need to do is to allow Him enter our lives, open our hearts to Him and strive to be a good follower. Let’s not stop doing good and fighting temptation. Always remember that your life here on earth is only temporary and that you are preparing yourself for an eternal life in Heaven with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/3345/640/ShowLetter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/3345/320/ShowLetter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a woman forget her own baby and not love the child she bore? Yet, even she should forget you I can never forget you. See, I have curved you in the palms of my hands.&lt;br /&gt;(Isiah 49:15-16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13183061-111725678115924027?l=ztahf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/feeds/111725678115924027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13183061&amp;postID=111725678115924027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725678115924027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13183061/posts/default/111725678115924027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ztahf.blogspot.com/2004/12/experiencing-gods-love.html' title='Experiencing GOD’s love'/><author><name>fHaTz-aDik Kay GoD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220406569185750444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
