<?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-7928861455805510605</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:26:32.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the writer in me</title><subtitle type='html'>"LORD, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. I will praise the LORD, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I have set the LORD always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken."
Psalm 16:5-8</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>krish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16920594649624274341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3YRbnlpQOs/SlMUzc1M9RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3H1pRcyNtDM/S220/1_468125563l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928861455805510605.post-1299037508008130527</id><published>2009-09-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:16:00.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Text message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE COLLEGE DICTIONARY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSENT-protest to a lousy professor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLOWANCE-force that motivates you to go to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALLPEN- bestseller of the bookstore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONUS- the key to pass the exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.D- alternative ruler to draw a straight line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW PAD- for the sake of friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATE- happens when the professor arrives earlier than expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAY- heaven, bonding moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDYING- causes sleepiness faster than a sleeping pill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLINIC- home of best actress and actors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERASER- throwable weapon of an angry teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW- deadline&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7928861455805510605-1299037508008130527?l=krishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/feeds/1299037508008130527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/09/text-message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/1299037508008130527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/1299037508008130527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/09/text-message.html' title='Text message'/><author><name>krish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16920594649624274341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3YRbnlpQOs/SlMUzc1M9RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3H1pRcyNtDM/S220/1_468125563l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928861455805510605.post-1956372692719956406</id><published>2009-09-19T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:03:05.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move on!</title><content type='html'>in order to move on...we must understand what we felt,why you felt it and why you no longer have to feel it? Love yourself and focus on the things that you love to do..move on..things will be better in GOD's Time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7928861455805510605-1956372692719956406?l=krishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/feeds/1956372692719956406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/09/move-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/1956372692719956406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/1956372692719956406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/09/move-on.html' title='Move on!'/><author><name>krish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16920594649624274341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3YRbnlpQOs/SlMUzc1M9RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3H1pRcyNtDM/S220/1_468125563l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928861455805510605.post-7973608950576103485</id><published>2009-09-19T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:46:45.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish??</title><content type='html'>I think there are several factors why people became selfish.First, because they make the choice to be selfish and as you act on your decision,the feelings will come. Second,they take for granted the joy of giving,not only will an unselfish act bring joy to others, but the giver will receive joy as well.Third,they have unrenewed thinking,we need to put selfless thoughts in and out.Lastly, i think they are unthankful, why? because people who are unthankful didnt recognize the goodness of others,therefore, they develop an unwillingness to give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7928861455805510605-7973608950576103485?l=krishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/feeds/7973608950576103485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/09/selfish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/7973608950576103485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/7973608950576103485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/09/selfish.html' title='Selfish??'/><author><name>krish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16920594649624274341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3YRbnlpQOs/SlMUzc1M9RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3H1pRcyNtDM/S220/1_468125563l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928861455805510605.post-2849659789886383917</id><published>2009-08-29T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:50:25.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be With You....</title><content type='html'>Hold on little girl&lt;br /&gt;Show me what he's done to you&lt;br /&gt;Stand up little girl&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart can't be that bad&lt;br /&gt;When it's through, it's through&lt;br /&gt;Fate will twist the both of you&lt;br /&gt;So come on baby come on over&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I hope you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;br /&gt;Just to be the next to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build up your confidence &lt;br /&gt;So you can be on top for once&lt;br /&gt;Wake up who cares about&lt;br /&gt;Little boys that talk too much&lt;br /&gt;I seen it all go down&lt;br /&gt;Your game of love was all rained out&lt;br /&gt;So come on baby, come on over&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I hope you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;br /&gt;Just to be the next to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why be alone when we can be together baby&lt;br /&gt;You can make my life worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;And I can make you start to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's through, it's through&lt;br /&gt;Fate will twist the both of you&lt;br /&gt;So come on baby come on over&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I hope you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;br /&gt;Just to be the next to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I hope you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Waited on a line of greens and blues&lt;br /&gt;Just to be the next to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be the next to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I just really love this song especially the version of westlife..this song really hits a nerve..i usually sing this song when im feeling down because of heart ache...i imagined that someone will sing this song 4 me...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fate will twist the both of you....haiz!!&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/7928861455805510605-2849659789886383917?l=krishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/feeds/2849659789886383917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-be-with-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/2849659789886383917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/2849659789886383917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-be-with-you.html' title='To Be With You....'/><author><name>krish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16920594649624274341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3YRbnlpQOs/SlMUzc1M9RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3H1pRcyNtDM/S220/1_468125563l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928861455805510605.post-1523765969072717112</id><published>2009-08-21T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:45:45.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to look and feel your best?</title><content type='html'>WEAR A SMILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start every day with a smile and get it over with. Your captivating smile will greet everyone, anytime and anywhere. Everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must carry yourself well because you were handmade by God. There's no way to fake yourself. It is more fulfilling, when someones love you for who you are and not by who they want you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CARE OF YOUR APPEARANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always starts at physical attraction so you must take care of your appearance and your health as well. Cut back on the sugar and drink plenty of water. Have daily exercise and get enough sleep. Eat vegetables and avoid snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE PERCEPTIVE AND POSITIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, it's an edge to be on the loop, to be informed and updated. It is an advantage to know how to read and interpret the signs of times. But don't just be perceptive; sometimes when there are some negative feedbacks about you, it is imperative that you remain positive. Take that as a challenge and improve yourself to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET IN TOUCH WITH JESUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer really works. You can talk to God of what is inside of your head. You can tell him how much you love him,how awesome he is and thank him for rescuing you at all hard times. You will know that Jesus always ready to listen and respond to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7928861455805510605-1523765969072717112?l=krishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/feeds/1523765969072717112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-look-and-feel-your-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/1523765969072717112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/1523765969072717112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-look-and-feel-your-best.html' title='How to look and feel your best?'/><author><name>krish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16920594649624274341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3YRbnlpQOs/SlMUzc1M9RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3H1pRcyNtDM/S220/1_468125563l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928861455805510605.post-5569339572327791979</id><published>2009-08-21T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:28:22.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wHere Is he??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Have you ever find your Romeo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still remember during our vacation in Manila, i usually go out with my friends. One time at the mall, i was fascinated with the new trends of fashion that i didn't notice that my friends were about to leave so i hurriedly go out the boutique and suddenly i bump a guy who was totally gorgeous and even looks like a celebrity. Oh my! his the man of every girl's dream.. at that moment, how i wish the time would stop so i could have a chance to stare at him as long as i wanted, but unfortunately  it was just my illusion. I told him i am sorry and he just smile back at me. That captivating smile i wouldn't forget that even when we went home i am still thinking of that stranger...my Romeo!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, i am with my bestfriend and we are chatting about our childhood friends and we even searched their names at the friendster ,by then i was astonished of what i have seen..guess what? who could have thought that my Romeo is my childhood classmate. My heart beats so fast,my cheeks were blushing. That night, i was thinking does he remember me that's why he smiles at me or he is just typically a nice guy? Gosh, if i just knew before that he is my former classmate then i would take away my pride and told him that we were good friends before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week, i was surprised when i read a message from him at friendster. This is it,this is really is it! we became friends again, we became textmates until i fell in love with him but like Romeo and Juliet, i think we will never had a happy ending.The saddest part of venture has about to come,the part where we need to say goodbye. He told me their family were going to Canada because of their business and they will be staying there for about years.I feel i am totally lost without him but then he chose to break my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, i don't have any news about him but i know we'll see each other again. I really want to see him bacause i miss him but there are times when i don't want to see him because everytime i do,the fact that he don't see me the way that i see him hurts me even more. &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/7928861455805510605-5569339572327791979?l=krishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/feeds/5569339572327791979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-is-he.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/5569339572327791979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/5569339572327791979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-is-he.html' title='wHere Is he??'/><author><name>krish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16920594649624274341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3YRbnlpQOs/SlMUzc1M9RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3H1pRcyNtDM/S220/1_468125563l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928861455805510605.post-2026813796965335681</id><published>2009-08-09T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T04:59:11.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WhAt aBoUt LiFe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why can't people just live their lives alone by minding their own businesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us have encountered obstacles, but whenever i get tired of these non stop jitters about what's going to happen next, i just look back at better times, the glorious and happy chapter of my life when all that mattered to me were vacations, drinking escapades with friends, party and etc. but it feels bad that are lives are bounded with a lot of responsibilities and things were getting really hard for me especially when people your expecting to help you were not around in times of your need, that's why they say "you should never really expect other to e happy for you, as they are too busy protecting their own turf". &lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i realize that the true meaning of life is about fighting, trying, winning, losing but still standing proudly to show everyone your power and will to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we experience a life that is too terrible but there is no such life as that, maybe the reason why we see our life as this, is we don't really appreciate the good things happening to us, or we are just too focused on the bad things overpowering our will to be brave and hope for better tomorrow but i know that the time will come that we would be at last happy and we must thank God for a life full of trials because he made us a better person and i thanked him that in the darkess moment of my life, he brightens my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7928861455805510605-2026813796965335681?l=krishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/feeds/2026813796965335681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-about-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/2026813796965335681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/2026813796965335681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-about-life.html' title='WhAt aBoUt LiFe?'/><author><name>krish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16920594649624274341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3YRbnlpQOs/SlMUzc1M9RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3H1pRcyNtDM/S220/1_468125563l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928861455805510605.post-256557915786288150</id><published>2009-07-08T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:50:11.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a responsible girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My studies are worth more than a party or a movie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Virginity is still a virtue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lust is still a capital sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The first NO maybe difficult - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;after that its easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Its wiser not to expect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But to hope&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Making a hundred friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not a hundred foes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will observe modesty for my own protection&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't play love with the person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who can play better&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Find ways to make others smile than making them cry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Our parents knows best while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Our chums knows the best escapades&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love our God more than anything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7928861455805510605-256557915786288150?l=krishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/feeds/256557915786288150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-responsible-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/256557915786288150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/256557915786288150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-responsible-girl.html' title='I am a responsible girl'/><author><name>krish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16920594649624274341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3YRbnlpQOs/SlMUzc1M9RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3H1pRcyNtDM/S220/1_468125563l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928861455805510605.post-3531709555942904615</id><published>2009-07-07T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:15:53.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bro. Eddie for President</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3YRbnlpQOs/Slb4roH_iNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qfRLgfngBlE/s1600-h/hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3YRbnlpQOs/Slb4roH_iNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qfRLgfngBlE/s320/hi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356742235192789202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me, Bro. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eddie Villanueva was proven to his leadership which is one of the criteria for presidency. he is the spiritual director of JESUS IS LORD church of more than 25 countries in the world.He founded the Bagong Pilipinas, Bagong Filipino movement where the advocacy is the equal rights of every filipino people from poverty and education for all. He also wants to elevate the economy of the Philippines which according to the survey we are second to the last poorest and belonged to the most corrupt country. Bro. Eddie is a God fearing man and if he is the instrument of our Lord in heaven to lead the Philippine government then no one can stop HIM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7928861455805510605-3531709555942904615?l=krishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/feeds/3531709555942904615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/07/bro-eddie-for-president.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/3531709555942904615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/3531709555942904615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/07/bro-eddie-for-president.html' title='Bro. Eddie for President'/><author><name>krish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16920594649624274341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3YRbnlpQOs/SlMUzc1M9RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3H1pRcyNtDM/S220/1_468125563l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3YRbnlpQOs/Slb4roH_iNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qfRLgfngBlE/s72-c/hi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928861455805510605.post-6347546433474480024</id><published>2009-06-22T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:47:19.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never say never</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                      &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                    It's almost my 19th year as a daughter, almost my 3rd year as a Mass Communication student and a friend to countless people and an enemy to a few. After all that i have been through in this cruel life, it feels so good to stop once in a while and write about things you can't personally talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                                             Honestly, writing never came to my mind. I must admit that most of the time i commit grammatical errors, my grades were satisfactory, i was just a mediocre. I still remember when i was in high school, i often receive rejections after passing my article, i always want to give up in writing,i was almost drained and squeezed out before producing an article. I'm afraid that they might laugh at me again but my father told me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"never say never"&lt;/span&gt; and there's a lot of things i must need to learn,apprentices remember?,he said. Now that I'm in my junior year, i want to know more about writing, i want to prove that i am worthy to be called as a Mass Communication student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                         One thing i learned from this is that&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "rejections is not made to discourage us but its a chance to do our work better"&lt;/span&gt;. Writing is really a challenge given to us to test our capabilities and talents. They are given for many people believe that you can and have the courage to face our fears.By now its time to show what I've got and always remember to seek guidance to our almighty Father.&lt;/span&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/7928861455805510605-6347546433474480024?l=krishies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/feeds/6347546433474480024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-say-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/6347546433474480024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7928861455805510605/posts/default/6347546433474480024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishies.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-say-never.html' title='Never say never'/><author><name>krish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16920594649624274341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3YRbnlpQOs/SlMUzc1M9RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3H1pRcyNtDM/S220/1_468125563l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
