<?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-2655627547774296182</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:10:35.148-08:00</updated><category term='first time'/><title type='text'>tenshinnen</title><subtitle type='html'>...strangers at one point..lovers in time..nobody knows how our world works..it's a matter of time when you truly appreciate a person.. A matter of fate: where the right people are at the right place and at the right time.. Nobody understands how the universe conspires for us to meet the people we will love or have connections with.. But then, it just happens..you click and the story begins.."..:-)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-9014359480547510528</id><published>2011-11-04T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:19:57.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..banat..</title><content type='html'>do you know what's the sweetest pain in life?.. it's the pain in your stomach when your friends make you laugh..:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the most tiring thing to do?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is to think..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to think of someone who doesn't even think of you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's better to wound yourself to seek for the better, rather than continuously being wounded by the one you though was the best..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-9014359480547510528?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/9014359480547510528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=9014359480547510528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/9014359480547510528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/9014359480547510528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2011/11/banat.html' title='..banat..'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-4129359217512300143</id><published>2011-04-27T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:11:36.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost without you..</title><content type='html'>i keep trying to find my way but all i know is I'm lost without you..i keep trying  to face the day but all i know is I'm lost with out you.. How am I gonna be strong if I'm lost without you..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i can only hold you now and make the pain just go away..can't fight the tears from rolling down my face..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i know is I'm lost without you I'm not gonna lie.. I'm lost without you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-4129359217512300143?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/4129359217512300143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=4129359217512300143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/4129359217512300143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/4129359217512300143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2011/04/lost-without-you_27.html' title='lost without you..'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-2303625191332091861</id><published>2011-04-27T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:04:33.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost without you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-2303625191332091861?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/2303625191332091861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=2303625191332091861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/2303625191332091861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/2303625191332091861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2011/04/lost-without-you.html' title='lost without you..'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-1173330996848644116</id><published>2011-01-06T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:18:49.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last night..</title><content type='html'>if it's the last night on earth before the great divide..my hands are shaking..time was never on our side..there's no such thing as a beautiful goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;as an ordinary day i prayed for you a thousand times..&lt;br /&gt;it's never enough.. no matter how many times i tried to tell you this is love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if tomorrow never comes i want you to know right now that i, i'm gonna love you until the day i die..and if tomorrow falls asleep, can you hold me first?.. i'm gonna love you like it's the last night on earth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penny for your thoughts a picture so it lasts.. let's knock down the worlds of immortality..&lt;br /&gt;your fingers on my skin.. only you can heal my fear..&lt;br /&gt;only you can help me heal i see forever with you here..&lt;br /&gt; it"s never enough.. no matter how many miles stand between us..&lt;br /&gt;this is love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-1173330996848644116?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/1173330996848644116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=1173330996848644116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/1173330996848644116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/1173330996848644116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-night.html' title='last night..'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-5491837242368146739</id><published>2010-11-08T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T18:16:35.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>angels</title><content type='html'>i want to stay.. i feel safe here in your light.. this must be what heaven's like.. must be angels in the room tonight..&lt;div&gt;can you feel it too?.. must be angels.. in the room tonight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there something  here.. there's more than meets the eye.. more strange more beautiful than these words can describe.. don't know how i got here.. the past has come and gone.. i just know i have found.. the place my heart belongs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much here in this world i'll never understand..i'll have to learn to trust.. i'll do the best i can..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the mistakes I've made the wrong turns in this road..have only led me to your arms and all i know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to stay.. i feel safe here in your light.. this must be what heaven's like.. must be angels in the room tonight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-5491837242368146739?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/5491837242368146739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=5491837242368146739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/5491837242368146739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/5491837242368146739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2010/11/angels.html' title='angels'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-2405401900576729200</id><published>2010-08-17T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:55:36.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are angels...</title><content type='html'>ei guys.. i have here something for you..this story will let you feel that angels are really true.. hope you'll like it.. here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     He  almost didn't see the old lady stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help.  So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out.  His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.  Even with the smile on his face, she was worried.  No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so.  Was he going to hurt her?  he didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry.  He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold.  He knew how she felt.  It was the chills which only fear cab put in you.  He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am.  Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm?  By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson."  Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough.  Bryan crawled under the car looking for a flat tire.  But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.  As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him.  She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through.  She couldn't think him enough for coming to her aid.  Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk.  The lady asked how much she owed him.  Any amount would have been alright with her.  She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened when he not stopped.  Bryan never thought twice about being paid.  This was not a job to him.  This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past.  He had lived his whole life that way, and never occurred to him to act any other way.  He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me."  He waited until she started her car and drove off.  It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.&lt;br /&gt;     A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe.  She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home.  It was a dingy looking restaurant.  Outside were two old gas pumps.  The whole scene was unfamiliar to her.  The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair.  She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase.  The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude.  The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger.  then she remembered Bryan.  After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill.  The waitress quickly went to get the change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door.  She was gone by the time the waitress came back.  The waitress wondered where the lady could be.  Then she noticed something written on the napkin.  There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote:  "You don't owe me anything.  I have been there too.  Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you.  If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do:  Do not let this chain of love end with you."  Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.&lt;br /&gt;     Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day.  That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the old lady had written.  How the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it?  With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard...  She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's going to be all right.  I love you, Bryan Anderson."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-2405401900576729200?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/2405401900576729200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=2405401900576729200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/2405401900576729200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/2405401900576729200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-are-angels.html' title='we are angels...'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-8077415845965215515</id><published>2010-08-16T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:46:48.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU..</title><content type='html'>i never felt alone.. I was happy on my own..And who would ever know there was something  missing.. I guess I didn't see the possibility..I was waiting all the time, but you never crossed my mind..til you open up my eyes now all i think about is..&lt;br /&gt;You in my life, in my dreams, in my heart I know it's true..that I belong with you.. Because of you in my world, in my arms i have everything enough.. I can't imagine what I do.. without you..&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that love would be such curiosity, but how attracted you to me was so unexpected.. but i was waiting all the time and you never crossed my mind..til you open up my eyes now all i think about is..&lt;br /&gt;You in my life, in my dreams, in  my heart I know it's true..that I belong with you.. Because of you in my world, in my arms i have everything enough.. I can't imagine what I do.. without you..&lt;br /&gt;til you open up my eyes now all i think about is..&lt;br /&gt;You in my life, in my dreams, in  my heart I know it's true..that I belong with you.. Because of you in my world, in my arms i have everything enough.. I can't imagine what I do.. without you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-8077415845965215515?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/8077415845965215515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=8077415845965215515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/8077415845965215515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/8077415845965215515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2010/08/you.html' title='YOU..'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-8831794297055674421</id><published>2010-08-16T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:35:34.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my everything..</title><content type='html'>once in my life, i meet a good soul..so kind and caring.. once in my life, i met an angel, so sweet and thoughtful.. once in my life, i met YOU.. a good soul..an angel..my love..my destiny..i love you my car..soo much..:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-8831794297055674421?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/8831794297055674421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=8831794297055674421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/8831794297055674421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/8831794297055674421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-everything.html' title='my everything..'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-5843090317873894617</id><published>2010-08-13T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T01:31:52.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll never stand alone..</title><content type='html'>If there's a time when the tears should fill your eyes and you can't see past the shadows to the sun on the other side, don't despair because there will always be someone there.. don't lose faith, love won't let you lose your way.. because you, you'll never stand alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be standing by, I'll keep you from the cold.. I'll hold you when you cry, I'll be there to be strong.. When you can't find the strength inside you, you'll always have a home in these arms of mine.. You'll never stand alone.. love is standing by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a day when the rain should find your heart.. and you're cold and and tired and lonely.. and this world has you in the dark.. Don't be scared , you can just reach for me and I'll be there.. Don't lose hope, love would see you through you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by to lift you above all the hurt and pain.. Standing by to carry you through all the tears and rain.. Reach for me, I'll see you through.. See I'll be the one to hold you.. The one to show you that you'll never be alone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-5843090317873894617?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/5843090317873894617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=5843090317873894617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/5843090317873894617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/5843090317873894617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2010/08/youll-never-stand-alone.html' title='you&apos;ll never stand alone..'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-5213211842589692851</id><published>2010-08-13T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T01:14:46.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'love..love..</title><content type='html'>someone out there was meant to be the  love of your life..the one you can tell your dreams to and he smile at you when you tell him  but he'll never laugh..he'll brush the hair out of your face, and he'll stare at you during a movie even though he paid $11 to see it. He'll call you to tell you how he couldn't stop thinking about you.. And most importantly, he'll look right in your eyes and tell you that you are the most beautiful girl he's ever seen and for the first time in your life.. You'll believe it.. that is what they mean by true love..&lt;br /&gt;love..love..and love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-5213211842589692851?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/5213211842589692851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=5213211842589692851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/5213211842589692851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/5213211842589692851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2010/08/lovelove.html' title='&apos;love..love..'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-358688465754725520</id><published>2010-01-09T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:10:43.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ei! guys. . .i'm back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-358688465754725520?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/358688465754725520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=358688465754725520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/358688465754725520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/358688465754725520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2010/01/ei-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-6924651373700730006</id><published>2009-03-12T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:11:45.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;I remember the times we spent together&lt;br /&gt;  All those drives, we had a million questions&lt;br /&gt;           All about our lives&lt;br /&gt;And when we got to New York everything felt right&lt;br /&gt;    I wish you were here with me,&lt;br /&gt;                Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I remember the days we spent together,&lt;br /&gt;  were not enough, it used to feel like dreaming&lt;br /&gt;          Except we always woke up,&lt;br /&gt;       Never thought not having you here now&lt;br /&gt;             Would hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt; I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;          And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;              I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;             And know the stars are &lt;br /&gt;      Holding you, holding you, holding you&lt;br /&gt;                     Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I remember the time you told me&lt;br /&gt;          About when you were eight&lt;br /&gt;    And all those things you said that night&lt;br /&gt;           That just couldn't wait&lt;br /&gt;     I remember the car you were last seen in&lt;br /&gt;         And the games we would play &lt;br /&gt;    All the times we spilled our coffees&lt;br /&gt;        And stayed out way too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I remember the time you sat and told me&lt;br /&gt;  About your Jesus, and how not to look back&lt;br /&gt;          Even if no one believes us&lt;br /&gt;       When it hurts so bad, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;            Not having you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt; I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;         And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;            I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;          And know the stars are &lt;br /&gt;     Holding you, holding you, holding you&lt;br /&gt;                      Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     I say&lt;br /&gt;      Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt; I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;          And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;              I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;             And know the stars are &lt;br /&gt;       Holding you, holding you, holding you&lt;br /&gt;                     Tonight   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-6924651373700730006?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/6924651373700730006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=6924651373700730006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/6924651373700730006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/6924651373700730006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2009/03/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-3354634622334159267</id><published>2008-10-16T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:31:00.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angel</title><content type='html'>When I knew you..I wouldn't expecting you to be my life.  I can not breathe without you..I can not live without you..you made me smile even when you are far..you made me feel happy and complete..you are the one I want..the one I need..the one I really love..my life..my everything..my baby car..I love you..soo much..:-)..&lt;br /&gt;    Life is very complicated..full of surprises..I never expected to have you..but then i found you..You are more than enough..I love you..soo much..I knew already how to love..it is because of you..you showed me and let me feel the love I have never known before.Thank you sooo much my baby..:-)&lt;br /&gt;    I am always hoping that one day, we will be together..I want to sleep beside you..I want to see you smiling into me each day..I want to show you how much I really love you..I want to be with you..stay with you always and forever..I am always praying that all we are dreaming and praying will come true..I love you..soo much..:-)&lt;br /&gt;   Having someone like you is a very special gift God has given me.. You made my day complete.. You are my reason why I am still breathing.. You are more than enough..and there is nothing more than I want and all I need.. Just to be with you..for the rest of my life..My baby Angel..:-)&lt;br /&gt;   When I was a kid, I dont believe in angel..but when I found you..I believe angels are true.. You came from heaven above and I want to be with you. Would you stay here and love me as i have loved you?.. Please be with me.. You are my angel.. I love you..sooo much.. my angel without wings..:-)&lt;br /&gt;    I never dreamed to have someone like you..I thank God I found you.. You made my life extraordinary..I believe we are meant for each other..I love you..I knew Iloveyou.. I am not dreaming.. This is true..really true..I am blessed to have you..My angel car..I love you..soo much..:-)&lt;br /&gt;    When I feel lonely and bored..I just think of you..And I am not lonely and bored anymore..coz I know I am with you.. You are always in my heart and no one can take you away from me..I love you..:-)&lt;br /&gt;    The first time I know you..I knew Iloveyou.. I am afraid to lose you.. I find courage to let you know how much i really love you.. And now I am not afraid coz I have you..  You are mine now and i do not want to let you do..I love you my baby princess car..:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-3354634622334159267?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/3354634622334159267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=3354634622334159267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/3354634622334159267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/3354634622334159267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-angel.html' title='My Angel'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-6056146362009762849</id><published>2008-10-16T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T04:39:21.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self- reliance</title><content type='html'>Life is a very long journey filled with awe-inspiring stories. As we come out to the real world, little by little we discover our real self or should I say, our inner self and the real meaning of our existence. If we want to achieve something, we must work hard for it. Only in trying our absolute hardest can we be aware of everything that we are capable of doing. Only in trying our hardest do we stretch our limits and learn our boundaries. Doing what we really want that will make us happy is somehow the same with expressing our real self-- our latent conviction. Trying new things and challenging ourselves to explore previously uncharted territory will also help us figure out who we really are. We are happy and satisfied if we are able to do what is really inside our hearts. If we fail, there is usually a way out. But, only in taking risks do we discover parts of ourself we never knew existed. We should not be afraid to express our real self to the world. We should not think of what other people might say and think about who we really are. Be what we want to be. Do what we want to do that will make us happy without stepping on another person's dignity. Life is too short to have regrets in the end because of the risks we did not take. We must give our best shot in all the things we do. If we know that we can gain something out of doing good deeds, then we must continue doing good. Life is a cycle. Life is full of mystery. Our life is a book and we are the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to live our life to the fullest, we must accept what we have and what we are right now. We must be contented of the things we are embracing rather than dreaming of something that was never bound for us. We must also accept that all things happen for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in ourselves that we can do something extraordinary and we can be a blessing to everybody. Believe that we can stand on our own and believe we can make a difference in our complicated life. Believe that we can be a better and a successful person in the future. Believe in our ability to achieve our dreams and to have a positive outlook in life. Respect and love one another as what our Lord God taught us. We must also know how to sacrifice for the good of all. We must be thankful for the suffering and pain we experienced, because we can proudly say that we had overcome all these because of our strong faith and courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life is very short. We must learn how to develop our strenghts and overcome our weaknesses as we journey through life. We have to discover our inner personality through the people around us and thank them for being our mirror in knowing ourselves better. If we are dreaming for something, be patient...patient..and more patience..until we make it come true. There is no magic advice that will guarantee our happiness and success. Everyone approaches life differently. It is all these different approaches that make it interesting. So here is my final lesson: Believe in yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-6056146362009762849?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/6056146362009762849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=6056146362009762849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/6056146362009762849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/6056146362009762849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2008/10/self-reliance.html' title='Self- reliance'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-759272181852720797</id><published>2008-10-09T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:20:14.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Haiku</title><content type='html'>Mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright and good day&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful flowers bloom&lt;br /&gt;Makes my sad heart smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different culture&lt;br /&gt;People having this one goal&lt;br /&gt;To praise and worship God..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-759272181852720797?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/759272181852720797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=759272181852720797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/759272181852720797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/759272181852720797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-haiku.html' title='My Haiku'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-5857298935997155373</id><published>2008-10-09T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:52:12.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My what Ifs...</title><content type='html'>What if I'm not Faith, then who will I be? What if I lost my family? What if i don't belong to the family I have right now? What if i didn't take up education? What if I preferred business courses instead? Will I be happy running my own business? What if I got married when I was eighteen? Would I have had a happy family of my own? What if I stopped schooling? What if I engage in drug addiction? Will I be rehabilitated or worst would I find myself in an asylum? What if I'm a superhero, then who will I be? What if I'm an ant? Will I become a diabetic because ants like sweets? What if I won't be able to wake up one day? Will anyone grieve for me? What if I'm a star? Will I enjoy hanging in the sky? What if I'm a dog? Will I have my own doghouse? What if I'm Avril Lavigne? Will I also be a famous rock star? What if I'm Jordin Sparks? Will I have my own tattoo? What if I'm a rose? Will I have my thorns? What if I'm a spider? Will I also climb at walls and hang on my web? what if I'm Cinderella? Will I have my own glass slippers? What if I'm a comet? Where will I fall? What if I'm an astronaut? Will I enjoy travelling in space? What if one day the world will succumb into darkness? Will I still be able to see light? What if I don't exist? What if I didn't meet my friends and loved ones? What if my life is not the same with the life I have right now? Will I be happy? Will I beg God to give me another chance to live again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-5857298935997155373?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/5857298935997155373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=5857298935997155373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/5857298935997155373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/5857298935997155373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-what-ifs.html' title='My what Ifs...'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-8391796258898082241</id><published>2008-09-22T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:42:54.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T'nalak Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 9th T'nalak festival was a successful one. Everybody enjoyed it and many people from all walks of life participated in the events and activities conducted. The event was also participated by some known people in our society such as Senator Francis Pangilinan and former senate president Franklin Drilon. There were also a lot of celebrities who visited our place and enjoyed the celebration. The spirit of enjoyment could really seen on everyone's face as you walked along Alunan Avenue going to Protech. Each night was brightly lit by the customized lights designed on each tree illuminating the whole city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A lot of people really enjoyed the bandfest and they rocked and jumped together with the bands along Alunan Avenue. The crowd were shouting, screaming, and dancing as they watched the street dancing event held on the streets of Koronadal. My two eyes could really testify on how beautiful the parade was and how the people enjoyed it. Eventhough it was very hot and crowded, there were still many who exerted effort just to enter the SMRAA Sports Complex and I was one of them. It was so amazing to see the showdown of unique performances as presented by the different contingents from other municipalities with their colorful costumes and props and their artistic moves. The intense heat of the sun seemed unimportant as I watched the spectacular display of performances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In all, I can say that T'nalak is the brightest festival to be celebrated in Koronadal. The delicious food associated with the feast makes us feel that this festival must come more often in a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-8391796258898082241?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/8391796258898082241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=8391796258898082241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/8391796258898082241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/8391796258898082241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2008/09/tnalak-festival.html' title='T&apos;nalak Festival'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-3947871273873784461</id><published>2008-08-21T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:06:23.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece of Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ei guys..i have something here..a piece and i want you to read it..i hope you'll like it..here it goes..:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was in highschool, I was fond of collecting quotations from magazines, books, articles, or even vandals at walls, chairs, and tables. For me, every line of those sentences contains truth that we never realize.&lt;br /&gt;Like a puzzle, it took me time to put all the pieces together until I came up this whole picture of what those people are trying to say "together". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was walking, I stopped for a while and thought of the things I don't have. Then I realize that the happiest of all people don't necessarily have the best of everything. They just make the most of everything that comes along their way. It's true that we don't know what we got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the gateway of my heart I put a sign that says, "no trespassing", but  love came by laughing and said: "I enter everywhere". Love knows no reason. Love knows no lies. Love defies all reason. Love has no eyes but love is not blind. Love sees but it doesn't mind. Love is supposed to be a wonderful feeling. It should inspire us and give us joy and strength. But sometimes, the things that give us joy can also hurt us in the end. It starts with a smile, develops with a kiss, and ends with a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we love, we must not expect anything in return, if we do, we're not loving, but investigating. If we love, we must prepare to accept pain, for if we only accept happiness, we're not loving but using. Don't go for the looks, it can deceive. Don't go for wealth, even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile. Coz smile makes a day seems so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly as they are, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them. Never try to impress someone to make her fall in love with you, coz when you do, you'll have to keep that standard for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad thing about love is that when you meet someone who means a lot to you only to find out in the end that it was never bound to be and you just have to let him go. Maybe God wants us to meet some few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we should know how to be grateful for that gift. We oftentimes don't see the reason why we don't always get what we want, but in the end of it all, we realize that what we wanted wasn't meant for us after all. Everything happens for a reason. When you feel down coz you didn't get you we wanted, just sit tight and be happy coz God is thinking of someone better for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to love someone and not to be love in return. But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel. It's always better to have found the courage to love if you lose it in the end rather than never finding love coz you were too afraid to face its challenges. The greatest regrets in our lives are the risks we didn't take. If you want something that will make you happy, go for it. Remember that love passes this way only once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love no matter how hard you find it, you won't see it. No matter how hard you try, you won't give it out. When you're about to give up, it comes. Sometimes the love we were looking is right in front of us--too close for the eyes to see. So close your eyes and let your heart see itself. There are things we love to hear but we can never hear it from the person who says it with his heart. Just coz someone doesn't love us the way we want him, doesn't mean they don't love us with all they have. There are so many stars in the sky, and only some are radiant to be noticed. Among those we choose to ignore is the one who is willing to shine for us even if our glance remains elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never closes doors without opening windows. He always gives us something better when he takes something away. Heartbreaks will last as long as we want and cut deep as we allow them to go. Challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks, but to learn them in relationships. Thank God we're hurting or crying, there we'd given the chance to measure the importance of the relationship of the person and you. When we grow, we don't become a better person coz we experienced suffering. We have no right to ask when sorrow comes our way. When God puts tears in our eyes, it's because He wants to put a rainbow in our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things that we never want to let go of. People we never want to leave behind. But keep in mind that letting go isn't the end of the world. It's the beginning of the new life. The brightest future will always be based on the forgotten past. We can't go on well in life until we let go of our past, failure, or heartbreaks. To let go is not to deny but to accept. To let go is not to regret the past, but to grow to live for the future. To let go is to be fearless and to love more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to break someone's heart or have our heart be broken, coz that's how relationship when we are young. They are the stepping stones for the main one. Follow your heart it might not always be right but despite the pain, we'll have memories that will make us smile even once every rare while. It's better not to love the person we love right now but have them later, than be with them now and lose them forever. Love has its own season and own reasons. We can't ask it to stay, we can only embrace it as it comes and be glad that for a moment of our life it was ours. Each of us is given a pocketful of time to spend however we may. We used what we will, we waste what we will but we never get back a day. Don't let each moment pass us by with in the twinkling of an eye. That moment shall go and the feeling shall die. It might be too late when we open our eyes. Don't be so busy planning the life we're going to have, that we fail to appreciate the life we've already been given. Dream what we want to dream, go where we want to go. Be what we want to be coz we only have one life and one chance to do all the things we want in life. We are never given dreams without power to make it come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart truly in love never losses hope but always believe in the promise of love no matter how long the time and how far the distance. Never say goodbye when you still want to try--never give up when you feel you can't take it, never say you don't love the person anymore when you still do. True love doesn't have a happy ending that's because true love doesn't have an ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE LOVE WAITS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-3947871273873784461?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/3947871273873784461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=3947871273873784461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/3947871273873784461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/3947871273873784461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2008/08/piece-of-something.html' title='A Piece of Something'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-7328300887228709103</id><published>2008-08-20T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:42:12.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk tsk tsk..</title><content type='html'>whew..a coldie afternoon..grr..i think am frozen..hehe..i still have a trauma of my exam..tsk tsk tsk..;-)..hehe..uhm..ahh..hehe..i think that would be all for this day..i have to go now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-7328300887228709103?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/7328300887228709103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=7328300887228709103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/7328300887228709103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/7328300887228709103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2008/08/tsk-tsk-tsk.html' title='tsk tsk tsk..'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-8444184511898184994</id><published>2008-08-19T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:34:33.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whew..</title><content type='html'>uhm..it is a coldie nyt..isn't it?..hehe..a very tiring day..I think I still have a trauma of my exam last week..hehe..whew..nosebleed exams..uhm..anyways..I should better forget about it..tsk tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;I should double my preparation for our final exam..yeahh..this the best thing to do for now..hehe..it's time for me to go..bye bye..til' next time..:-)&lt;div 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title='whew..'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-593472825508711102</id><published>2008-08-19T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:21:57.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..Autumn</title><content type='html'>There was this little girl, sitting in front of her window pane, watching the falling leaves in front of their house.  She really wondered why those leaves were falling and there was no flower blooms.  She remembered when she was still a kid, her mother always gave her a bundle of red roses and that made her smile and complete her day.  She really loves red roses and she likes their smell.  When her mother died because of a complicated disease, she experienced trauma and she missed the days when her mother was with her and always gave her red roses.  After the death of her mother, there was no single rose blooms and the leaves are falling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-593472825508711102?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/593472825508711102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=593472825508711102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/593472825508711102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/593472825508711102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2008/08/autumn.html' title='..Autumn'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-455585845591360855</id><published>2008-08-19T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:47:27.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness and Sadness`</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happiness and sadness are both relative. I can describe my hapinness when I am with my love ones, especially my family--nothing compares with the happiness I feel when I am with them.&lt;br /&gt;It is also a feeling when you made somebody smile by just doing simple things. It is also a feeling when you bring happiness to someone who is sad and lonely. I am happy not because I have something but because I have somebody. My family and my friends are my greatest possessions in my whole life and not the material things I have.&lt;br /&gt;True happiness is in doing a job well, knowing there is a purpose in doing and a benefit in seeking for its fullnes. It is good to feel that what you are doing has a purpose and you can gain something from it in the future.&lt;br /&gt;And your future happiness depends on the choices you make. We are the one making our own future and having a better future reflects on our decisions and choices in life. We must be sure that our decisions could bring happiness to us and to others.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a perfume which you can not pour on to someone without getting some on ourself before we can share it with others. It is good to feel that we are a blessing to others because we just made them happy. Happiness is not something earned. It is a by product of attitude. We must have an attitude that reaches out to give and not to wait for something in return. We must serve and care for others, then we will find happiness. Start happy, we will never complete a beautiful day that did not start right.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness on the other hand is the feeling of missing someone special. It is like sky without stars--only dark clouds and a withered moon. It is also like dried river--lifeless. Like falling leaves during autumn--it is blue. The feeling of not belonging in a family--a feeling of loneliness. Like carrying a burden on a shoulder--so heavy and painful. Nobody wants to help. Sadness is unhealthy. Like paralysis, it cripples the mind. Like death, it kills the heart. Sadness is the worst of all illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and sadness complete my life. I would never know and feel how happy and sweet my life is, without tasting the bitterness and sadness of 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/2655627547774296182-455585845591360855?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/455585845591360855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=455585845591360855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/455585845591360855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/455585845591360855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2008/08/happiness-and-sadness.html' title='Happiness and Sadness`'/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655627547774296182.post-8434384144976778138</id><published>2008-08-12T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:06:34.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whew..uhm..hehe..it is my first time to post my blog..hehe..anyway, hope you would like what am going to post here..;-)..hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655627547774296182-8434384144976778138?l=kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/feeds/8434384144976778138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2655627547774296182&amp;postID=8434384144976778138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/8434384144976778138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655627547774296182/posts/default/8434384144976778138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kulittenshinnen.blogspot.com/2008/08/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>shinnen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07259913664676473741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a2xhB0zlkGc/SKV5-o_eckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0GvTH2pybvE/S220/tenshi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
