<?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-14930899</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:23:43.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</title><subtitle type='html'>“I thought love was just a mirage of the mind.. An illusion.. It’s fake, impossible to find.. But the day I met you, I began to see.. That love is real and exists in me..”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-3450965590536181542</id><published>2007-04-20T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:54:28.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/Rie5VLoz9dI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kEMZWqUm5_I/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055212880299029970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/Rie5VLoz9dI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kEMZWqUm5_I/s400/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's that feeling I get everytime his face comes into view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way my body tingles as he touches my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the way he loves me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how he loves me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else but him will be completely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my littly piece of heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My place in the stars... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-3450965590536181542?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3450965590536181542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=3450965590536181542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/3450965590536181542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/3450965590536181542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2007/04/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/Rie5VLoz9dI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kEMZWqUm5_I/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-2520983924945441805</id><published>2007-01-23T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:54:28.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/Ra9NSbvosTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PBbASJLVamA/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021317088621932850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/Ra9NSbvosTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PBbASJLVamA/s400/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could have just one wish,&lt;br /&gt;I would wish to wake up everyday,&lt;br /&gt;To the sound of your breath on my neck,&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your lips on my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your fingers on my skin,&lt;br /&gt;And the feel of your heart beating with mine...&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I could never find that feeling with anyone&lt;br /&gt;Other than you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-2520983924945441805?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2520983924945441805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=2520983924945441805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/2520983924945441805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/2520983924945441805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-i-could-have-just-one-wish-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/Ra9NSbvosTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PBbASJLVamA/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-6260212739956269549</id><published>2007-01-21T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:54:28.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True  Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/RbNXfrvosVI/AAAAAAAAABA/RHO_V8wp854/s1600-h/baby+astig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022454211278319954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/RbNXfrvosVI/AAAAAAAAABA/RHO_V8wp854/s400/baby+astig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it keeps no record of wrongs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It always protects, always trusts, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always hopes, always preserves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love never fails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~1 Corinthians 13:4~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-6260212739956269549?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6260212739956269549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=6260212739956269549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/6260212739956269549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/6260212739956269549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/true-love.html' title='True  Love'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/RbNXfrvosVI/AAAAAAAAABA/RHO_V8wp854/s72-c/baby+astig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-116888043738200399</id><published>2007-01-16T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T11:28:59.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/210/2980/640/radiogirl.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/210/2980/320/radiogirl.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Music makes my life colorful Ü~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-116888043738200399?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116888043738200399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=116888043738200399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/116888043738200399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/116888043738200399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/music-makes-my-life-colorful.html' title=''/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-116888003138552263</id><published>2007-01-16T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T09:30:09.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/210/2980/640/huggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/210/2980/320/huggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-116888003138552263?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116888003138552263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=116888003138552263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/116888003138552263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/116888003138552263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-116888115016732711</id><published>2007-01-15T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T11:27:23.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/210/2980/640/ateshie&amp;amp;mecute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/210/2980/320/ateshie%26mecute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ate Shiela and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-116888115016732711?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116888115016732711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=116888115016732711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/116888115016732711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/116888115016732711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/ate-shiela-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-116888010508228058</id><published>2006-11-30T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T04:35:22.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Foolishness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/210/2980/640/cry.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/210/2980/320/cry.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness, depression, loneliness, hopelessness, misery, desolation… 1 year of excruciating pain.. How did this happen to me? Why did it happen? What was my reason? Is it because of love or idiocy? Am I to be judged for loving someone so much or judged for disregarding myself? Did I love him too much? Did he take advantage of my weakness or I tolerated his actions? Was I blind or just plain foolish? These are the questions that I keep on asking myself. I still couldn’t believe what happened to me. How stupid I was to fall for his trap. I was madly in love with him when he caught me, grabbed me by his hand, tied me at his feet and dragged me down. I felt so disgraced, like I have no reason to live, no place to go to, no other way but down on his knees, like a dog begging for attention, begging for love. Everyday was torture for me, everyday for 1 whole year. I still couldn’t believe it. How it happened? Why it happened……?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-116888010508228058?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116888010508228058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=116888010508228058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/116888010508228058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/116888010508228058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-and-foolishness.html' title='Love and Foolishness'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112642191915169048</id><published>2005-09-11T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T04:39:41.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find the man's head!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to medical experiments: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you can find the man's head within 3 seconds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;your right brain is developed better than normal people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you can find the man's head within 1 minute,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;your right brain is developed normally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you can find the man's head within 1-3 minutes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;your right brain is slow in reacting, you should eat more meat protein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you find the man's head in 3 minutes or more, your right brain is a disaster...&lt;br /&gt;extremely slow in reacting, the only suggestion is, please watch more&lt;br /&gt;cartoons to help normally develop your right brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112642084442016194</id><published>2005-09-11T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:53:34.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/egg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/14930899-112642084442016194?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112642791983387441</id><published>2005-09-11T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T01:38:39.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/stick%20people%203.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/stick%20people%203.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 reasons not to mess with a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small. The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible. &lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah" &lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, " What if Jonah went to hell?" &lt;br /&gt;The little girl replied, "Then you ask him". &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. &lt;br /&gt;The girl replied, "I'm drawing God." &lt;br /&gt;The teacher paused and said, "But no one knows what God looks like." &lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, "They will in a minute."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds. &lt;br /&gt;After explaining the commandment to "honor" thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, "Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?" &lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, "Thou shall not kill..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head. &lt;br /&gt;She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?" &lt;br /&gt;Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white." &lt;br /&gt;The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5.The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. &lt;br /&gt;"Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael , He's a doctor.' &lt;br /&gt;A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher, She's dead. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, "Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face." &lt;br /&gt;"Yes," the class said. "Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?" &lt;br /&gt;A little fellow shouted, "Cause your feet ain't empty." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. &lt;br /&gt;The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: "Take only ONE. God is watching." &lt;br /&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. &lt;br /&gt;A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112642791983387441?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112642791983387441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112642791983387441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112642791983387441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112642791983387441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2005/09/7-reasons-not-to-mess-with-child.html' title=''/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112642021262276781</id><published>2005-09-10T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T23:30:12.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/stick%20people1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/stick%20people1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO STAY YOUNG &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep only cheerful friends. &lt;br /&gt;The grouches pull you down. (keep this In mind if you are one of those grouches;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep learning: &lt;br /&gt;Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, &lt;br /&gt;whatever. Never let the brain get idle.&lt;br /&gt;"An idle mind is the devil's workshop."&lt;br /&gt;And the devil's name is Alzheimer's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Enjoy the simple things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and Lots of time with HIM/HER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The tears happen:&lt;br /&gt;Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourself. LIVE while you are alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Surround yourself with what you love:&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;Your home is your refuge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cherish your health:&lt;br /&gt;If it is good, preserve it.&lt;br /&gt;I f it is unstable, improve it. &lt;br /&gt;If it is beyond what you can improve, get help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't take guilt trips. &lt;br /&gt;Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112642021262276781?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112642021262276781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112642021262276781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112642021262276781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112642021262276781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-to-stay-young-1.html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112271211117636266</id><published>2005-07-30T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T02:41:08.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/fairy-autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/fairy-autumn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came with the tulips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your voice delighted me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way the birds' chirping pleases a tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life seemed to flow with your presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It introduced me to multiple senses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like hearing the sound of swaying grains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And tasting the sweet moisture brought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But spring seemedto leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without an interlude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music fell into silence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As green turned into amber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dry air left abittersweet scent of death,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the placid streambecame murky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a sad comfortin knowing that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will eventuallycome back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it is still along winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112271211117636266?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112271211117636266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112271211117636266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112271211117636266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112271211117636266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2005/07/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112272883557279463</id><published>2005-07-30T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T06:23:26.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon Chase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/devilish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/devilish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have waited for this night&lt;br /&gt;To be with you.&lt;br /&gt;For my dismal body&lt;br /&gt;that was burnt by the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Yearned for the touch of your mild glow-&lt;br /&gt;Soft and lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds that soared the skies&lt;br /&gt;Were replaced by the crickets from the woods,&lt;br /&gt;Heightening my anticipation for your coming.&lt;br /&gt;Where we could finally succumb&lt;br /&gt;In stellar pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rose into the dark horizon,&lt;br /&gt;From afar.&lt;br /&gt;I ran barefooted towards the grasslands,&lt;br /&gt;To welcome you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But behind you were clouds,&lt;br /&gt;That brought the perennial rain,&lt;br /&gt;Chasing you on heavens battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;There we were, suddenly set appart&lt;br /&gt;By the roaring thunderstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would spend another night,&lt;br /&gt;soaked in disillusioned hope.&lt;br /&gt;With my vision soaring beyond the mountains&lt;br /&gt;Thinking,&lt;br /&gt;Just how bright you shone&lt;br /&gt;In the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112272883557279463?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112272883557279463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112272883557279463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112272883557279463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112272883557279463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2005/07/moon-chase.html' title='Moon Chase'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112265761904226107</id><published>2005-07-30T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T11:10:55.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to the One that God has prepared for me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/simple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/simple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering at this very minute if you are thinking of me, if you, like me, are wondering what is taking us so long to find each other. Many times I thought I finally found you only to be disillusioned by the fact that my wait has not yet ended. I get up each morning hoping, dreaming, longing to meet you. I am thinking of how we will meet, would it be as romantic as the ones I have seen in movies? Or is it possible that I have known you all my life but we have yet to realize that we are meant for each other? Oh how I wish you were here right now because you are the only one who has the answers to all my questions. Sometimes I ask myself if I have ever really known "love". I do not have the answer to that question either but I believe that, more often than not, we will never really know what love is until we find that right person.... and since I have not found you yet, then maybe I do not really know what love is! You just don't know how often I dream of finally knowing what it feels like to be in your arms. Even at this very moment I am imagining how you will simply sweep me off my feet! Perhaps I would be drawn to you by your smile, or by your eyes, or maybe even how you manage to make me laugh by your silly little ways! I don't really know for sure but I am praying that God will help me recognize you when the right time comes. I think of all the pain that I have gone through in the past and of how much I have cried since the day I began my search. I just wanted you to know that I find my strength in clinging onto my vision of the beautiful life ahead of me --- the life I shall spend with you. In my mind and in my heart I know that you are worth all that pain and sacrifice. After all, the tears have become a part of my life and I believe that they are slowly washing away my flaws so that I would become perfect, not perfect in its truest sense, but perfect --- for YOU! I wonder if you've gone through so much pain as well. I wonder if you've been hurt so many times along the journey. But my dearest one, please don't ever give up because I am right here ... patiently waiting for you! I assure you that when we finally find each other I would slowly heal those wounds by my love. At night, I would look out my window and stare at the beautiful sky, hoping that somehow you are also looking up and wondering about me. I utter a silent prayer and end all my cries to the heavens above thinking that in time they would reach you. And when I feel impatient, I just close my eyes and believe that you are on your way and that you are longing to see me as well. It is funny but when I finally fall asleep, it is still you that I think of, for you are always in my dreams. It seems that, for now, that is the only place where I can hold on to you, long enough to tell you how much I love you. In my dreams you would kiss away my fears and wrap me with your arms of love. And this, all the more, makes me want to wake up and face the new day ahead with the hope that soon enough, you will no longer be a dream but a reality and once again I am assured that you are worth the wait. And when that time comes, everything will fall into its place, just as I had imagined, just as I had thought and dreamed, just as I had believed it would be! By then, I would simply look back and smile at all that I have gone through, in spite of the pain and amidst the simple joys of life --- and I would be very thankful because they all led me to you! In the meantime, take care of yourself for me. Hold on to our dream and don't even think of letting go. Believe in your heart that we will find each other no matter what happens. God has planned the course and it is up to us to follow the directions. Don't worry, don't be afraid about getting lost, God saw to it that all the roads, no matter which one you choose to follow, lead to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;~September 18, 2004~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112265761904226107?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112265761904226107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112265761904226107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265761904226107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265761904226107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2005/07/letter-to-one-that-god-has-prepared.html' title='A Letter to the One that God has prepared for me...'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112271184949927533</id><published>2005-07-30T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T02:51:01.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/fairy-auburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/fairy-auburn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"to love is to recieve a glimpse of heaven"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112271184949927533?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112271184949927533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112271184949927533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112271184949927533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112271184949927533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-love-is-to-recieve-glimpse-of.html' title=''/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112265730534167283</id><published>2005-07-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:49:43.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Unspoken Words II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/FallenAngel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/FallenAngel2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearning for your breath,&lt;br /&gt;Your touch,&lt;br /&gt;Your tender body against mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I have never laid my eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;But the moment you utter those sweet words&lt;br /&gt;I felt safe.&lt;br /&gt;As if no one would hurt me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my feelings inside&lt;br /&gt;I was trapped inside my emotions..&lt;br /&gt;Afraid..&lt;br /&gt;Lonely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly crushing my weak heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Foolish..&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop myself from falling in love with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112265730534167283?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112265730534167283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112265730534167283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265730534167283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265730534167283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-unspoken-words-ii.html' title='Some Unspoken Words II'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112265741020673328</id><published>2005-07-29T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:45:45.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Unspoken Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/sexyRedhair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/sexyRedhair1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember the night&lt;br /&gt;When we laid awake in a single bed?&lt;br /&gt;We were cloaked behind the dark blanket&lt;br /&gt;Of midnight&lt;br /&gt;You and I, blankly staring at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lips and mine&lt;br /&gt;Have finally obtained tangency&lt;br /&gt;Bridged by warm breath,&lt;br /&gt;Bound by the soothing feel of a tender touch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be the night&lt;br /&gt;That I would break free,&lt;br /&gt;That I would finally affirm that indeed,&lt;br /&gt;Things have already changed for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as your soft breath whispered&lt;br /&gt;Words of a hollow promise&lt;br /&gt;And an uncertain hope,&lt;br /&gt;I turned back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have been the night when&lt;br /&gt;I would confess that all this time..&lt;br /&gt;I was ruled by nothing but guilt;&lt;br /&gt;When I could not escape your middling allure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the ultimate chance for us,&lt;br /&gt;If only we are not bordered&lt;br /&gt;By this impending boundary called&lt;br /&gt;Friendship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112265741020673328?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112265741020673328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112265741020673328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265741020673328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265741020673328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-unspoken-words.html' title='Some Unspoken Words'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112265736177187193</id><published>2005-07-22T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:47:33.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/sexyAngeL1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/sexyAngeL1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving, no matter how hard they try. I wouldn't expect you to believe it, but trust me, there are some love that don't go away.. and maybe that makes them crazy, but we should all be lucky enough to end up with that somebody who has a little of that insanity. somebody who never lets go. somebody who cherishes you.. FOREVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112265736177187193?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112265736177187193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112265736177187193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265736177187193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265736177187193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2005/07/there-are-some-people-who-meet-that.html' title=''/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112265821378952137</id><published>2005-06-22T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T11:25:14.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/webyelooooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 204px; HEIGHT: 188px" height="188" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/webyelooooooo.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112265821378952137?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112265821378952137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112265821378952137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265821378952137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265821378952137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112265701424951655</id><published>2005-05-26T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:54:29.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~In Your Sleep~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you softly in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;If you will remember or&lt;br /&gt;Simply be stirred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am shaken by the thought&lt;br /&gt;Of your forgetfulness.&lt;br /&gt;For I fear that time&lt;br /&gt;Will betray us once more,&lt;br /&gt;And let whatever that is left slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like sand trickling from your&lt;br /&gt;Handful of reminiscence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hesitate&lt;br /&gt;If we can still exist in the same plane.&lt;br /&gt;Where you may not share my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;But can read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grow in meek sorrow as I watch&lt;br /&gt;Your slow breathing,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes fluttering unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall into silence as&lt;br /&gt;I look at you and&lt;br /&gt;That I already have my answers.&lt;br /&gt;I rest my head on damp pillows,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to ignore your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heavenly breathing seem to go&lt;br /&gt;With my slight motion.&lt;br /&gt;But dreams lie elsewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112265701424951655?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112265701424951655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112265701424951655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265701424951655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265701424951655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-your-sleep.html' title='~In Your Sleep~'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112265788165006412</id><published>2005-04-22T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:40:53.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's why it's called Falling In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/fushigiKiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="121" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/fushigiKiss.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think of your past love, you may view it as a failure. But when you find a new love, you view the past as a teacher. In the game of love, it doesn't really matter who won or who lost. What is important is you know when to hold on and when to let go!&lt;br /&gt;You know you really love someone when you want him or her to be happy, even if their happiness means that you're not part of it. Everything happens for the best. If the person you love doesn't love you back, don't be afraid to love someone else again, for you'll never know unless you give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never love a person you love unless you risk for love. Love strives in hurting. If you don't get hurt, you don't learn how to love. Love doesn't hurt all the time. Though the hurting is still there to test you, to help you grow.&lt;br /&gt;Don't find love, let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love because you don't force yourself to fall. You just fall.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot finish a book without closing it's chapters. If you want to go on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. It is a lifetime venture in which we are always learning, discovering and growing.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when you need to let go. We lose someone we love only when we are destined tofind someone else who can love us even more than we can love ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;On falling out of love, take some time to heal and then get back on the horse. But don't ever make the same mistake of riding the same one that threw you the first time.&lt;br /&gt;To love is to risk rejection, to live is to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is risk nothing! To reach for another is to risk involvement, to expose your feelings is to expose true self,to love is to risk not to be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;How to define love: fall but do not stumble, be constant but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, hurt but never keep the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a knife. It can stab the heart or it can carve wonderful images into the soulthat always last for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and strength. But sometimes the things that give you joy can also hurt you in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Loving people means giving them the freedom who they choose to be andwhere they choose to be. For all the heartaches and the tears, for gloomy daysand fruitless years, you should give thanks, for you know, that there were the things that helped you grow.&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone means giving him the freedom to find his way, whether it leads towardsyou or away from you.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a painful risk to take but the risk must be taken no matter how scary or painful, for only then you'll experience the fullness of humanity and that is love.&lt;br /&gt;Only love can hurt your heart, fill you with desire and tear you apart. Only love can make you cry and only love knows why. If you're not ready to cry, if you're not ready to take the risk, if you're not ready to feel the pain, then you're not ready to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time in our lives when we became afraid to fall in love because every time we do, we get hurt, then I figured that's why it's called falling in love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112265788165006412?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112265788165006412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112265788165006412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265788165006412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265788165006412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2005/04/thats-why-its-called-falling-in-love.html' title='That&apos;s why it&apos;s called Falling In Love'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112265240028155058</id><published>2005-04-15T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T08:53:20.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes a relationship strong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men like to think they're the best and the first in a woman's life. Women like to think she's the last and forever love. Men and women go into relationships with expectations, illusions, emotional baggage and control issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in relationships is like being in school because you learn a lot of lessons. You think you're falling in love, but you really fall into reality. If you get into a relationship too soon, too needy, too young, too wrong or too controlling, it's not going to last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to keep your eyes and ears open. Don't ignore the warning signs that say "This is not the one" or "he or she is not ready or mature or available or compatible." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself first. Learn to appreciate and enjoy your own solitude. Lust and impatience can cause you to choose the wrong mate. Don't wear that popular perfume called "Desperation." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An African proverb states, "Before you get married keep both eyes open and after you marry close one eye." Before you get involved and make a commitment to someone don't let lust, desperation, immaturity, ignorance, from others or a low self-esteem make you blind to warning signs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes open and don't fool yourself that you can change someone or that what you see as faults aren't really that important. Once you decide to commit to someone, over time their flaws, vulnerabilities, pet peeves AND differences will become more obvious. If you love your mate and want the relationship to grow and evolve, you've got to learn how to close one eye and not let every little thing bother you. You and your mate have many different expectations, emotional needs, values, dreams, weaknesses and strengths. You are two unique individual children of God who have decided to share a life together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of you are perfect, but are you perfect for each other? Do you bring out the best in each other? Do you compliment and compromise with each other or do you compete, compare and control? What do you bring to the relationship? Do you bring past relationships, past hurt, past mistrust, past pain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't take someone to the altar to alter them. You can't make someone love you or make someone stay. If you develop self-esteem, spiritual discernment and "a life" you won't find yourself making someone else responsible for your happiness or responsible for your pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manipulation, control, jealousy, neediness and selfishness are not the ingredients of a thriving, healthy, loving and lasting relationship. Seeking status, sex and security are the wrong reasons to be in a relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What keeps a relationship strong? Communication, intimacy, a sense of humor, sharing household tasks, daily exchanges, a meal, shared activity, a hug, a call, a touch, sharing common goals and interests, giving each other space to grow without feeling insecure, giving each other a sense of belonging and assurances of commitment, asking God to be the center of your relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these qualities are missing, the relationship will erode as resentment, withdrawal, abuse, neglect, dishonesty and pain replaces the passion.&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/14930899-112265240028155058?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112265240028155058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112265240028155058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265240028155058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265240028155058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-makes-relationship-strong.html' title='What makes a relationship strong?'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112265725251860876</id><published>2005-04-15T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T11:28:26.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/holding-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/holding-hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112265725251860876?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112265725251860876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112265725251860876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265725251860876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265725251860876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-is-patient-love-is-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112265672182374960</id><published>2005-02-09T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T11:16:58.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/heart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/heart1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you can say anything to the person&lt;br /&gt;and you know they won't laugh at you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you can see their face when you close your eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you can still feel their arms, around you, holding you tight,&lt;br /&gt;long after they are gone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you can still taste their lips when you have said goodbye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can tell you're in love when you miss them before they are gone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when their voice lingers in your ears...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when their presence eases any pain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when their name sends chills down your spine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they are the only thing that you can think of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you're in love&lt;br /&gt;when you can see all their hopes and dreams and their soul when you&lt;br /&gt;look into his/her eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when their tears stain not only your shirt but also your heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you are hurt just because of those tears...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when even a simple chore done with them can become a lasting memory...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultimately, u know ur inlove&lt;br /&gt;when you can't imagine living a life without them and&lt;br /&gt;can't even figure,&lt;br /&gt;how did you live before you knew them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they fulfill every need and without them you are incomplete...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I think I'm already falling in love with you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112265672182374960?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112265672182374960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112265672182374960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265672182374960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265672182374960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2005/02/am-i-in-love.html' title='Am I in love?'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112265676388794749</id><published>2005-01-29T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T11:24:29.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/ahihi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/ahihi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~Smile makes your worries disappear~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112265676388794749?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112265676388794749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112265676388794749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265676388794749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265676388794749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2005/01/smile-makes-your-worries-disappear.html' title=''/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112271175249947032</id><published>2004-12-25T00:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T01:27:11.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/xmasedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/xmasedit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112271175249947032?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112271175249947032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112271175249947032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112271175249947032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112271175249947032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112265664069290272</id><published>2004-12-25T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T11:13:54.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The true meaning of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/bearHeart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/bearHeart1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that christmas isn't just about gifts or noche buena.. It's all about Spending time with your love ones and showing them how much you care for them.. Gifts are just representations of your love but it doesn't mean na pag wala kang gift e wla ka naring pagmamahal sa kanila.. There are a lot of ways in showing how much you care for the person. You don't have to buy expensive gifts or treat them to expensive restaurants.. It's just simple, you can show it to them by sending them letters or personal greeting cards. You can also make your own greeting card! You see, it is the thought that counts! at pag sariling gawa mo ung card e mas maaappreciate pa nung person.? You have the time to be with your family, relatives and friends. A simple text message nga lang from you is enough to show the person that he or she has an important role in your life. And to make your christmas more uplifting, try to help those who are less fortunate. Street children or beggars na makikita mo sa kalsada, give them food or kahit barya lang. (pero im not really encouraging you to give them money ha.. para sakin kasi mas ok ung food e.) That would be enough.. And the best part of all is that you have to thank the Lord for all the blessings that He has given you. Attend mass with your family or friends. Greet the people around you kahit na di mo sila kilala, if you want, you can ask for their names, o diba, di may new friend ka pa.. *wink* Remember that the spirit of christmas is sharing..(sharing what you have kahit na maliit lng o simple lng 'to) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112265664069290272?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112265664069290272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112265664069290272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265664069290272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265664069290272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2004/12/true-meaning-of-christmas.html' title='The true meaning of Christmas'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112265690480526924</id><published>2004-12-22T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:59:17.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Life’s a prison when you’re in love alone~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/FallenAngel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever experienced this: Loving someone who already belongs to someone else or who loves somebody else.. masaklap ang ganong pangyayari dahil minamahal mo sya pero di nya magawang mahalin ka dahil may gusto syang iba.. haayy.. napakasakit tlaga.. Nandoon ka parin para sa kanya, nagpapanggap na ok lang ang lahat, ang mas masakit pa dito ay minamahal mo sya nang patago. Hindi mo sa kanya masabi na mahal mo sya dahil natatakot ka na malaman ang katotohanan na kahit kailan ay hindi nya matututunang mahalin ka. You feel alone, non-existent, down and blue. Palagi mong sinasabi sa iyong sarili na: "tama na," "ayoko na," pero hanggang dun ka lng, puro salita lng dahil alam mo rin sa iyong sarili na di mo sya kayang kalimutan. Sasabihin naman ng mga kaibigan mo: "ano ka ba, marami pang iba!" hmm, sabagay, totoo nga naman.. marami pa talagang iba dyan, marami pang mas gwapo, mas mabait, mas deserving sa love na ibinibigay mo sa kanya pero bakit ganon?!! bakit ayaw parin... bakit ganon kahirap turuan ang puso na "wag mo na syang mahalin, iba nalang." Ang hirap talaga! magulo sa isipan at masakit sa damdamin.. Isa lamang ang maipapayo ko sayo kaibigan, "kaya mo yan!" Try to concentrate more on your studies or help those who are less fortunate.. o diba.. you'll benefit a lot from that..ang mabuti pa doon ay nakakatulong kapa sa ibang tao..makakaya mo yan sapagkat nandayan SYA.. God is always here for us. Di NYA tayo pinapabayaan.. Always have a positive attitude! Remember that God is here to guide us and to make us stronger. Tapos bigla mo nalang marrealize na: "nakayanan ko rin pala!" tama, pagsubok lng un, matatapos din un..Pero syempre you should also learn from your experience.. para next time na maulit uli yun ay alam mo na ang iyong gagawin.. And syempre don't forget to thank HIM. Pray ka lang. Theres always a right person for you, dadating din yun kaya wag kang magalala.. Di mo rin kailangang magmadali.. Just go on with your life! Bata ka pa at marami pang dadarating sa iyong buhay, mas marami pang pagsubok na makakaharap.. Pare ko, lahat nang yun ay makakayanan mo basta magtiwala ka lang sa KANYA... di ka NYA papabayaan. *wink* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112265690480526924?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112265690480526924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112265690480526924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265690480526924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265690480526924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2004/12/lifes-prison-when-youre-in-love-alone.html' title='~Life’s a prison when you’re in love alone~'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112265681928173422</id><published>2004-12-21T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T11:08:27.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will you choose, the one you love or the one who loves you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/confusedbaby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/confusedbaby1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you're in a state of confusion.. Who will you choose? Ang taong mahal mo na di ka manlang magawang mahalin dahil may mahal na syang iba o ang taong mahal ka? Pero teka lang.. bago ka gumawa ng decision, may mga katanungan paring bumabagabag sa isipan mo.. tulad nang: "mahal nya ba talaga ako?" hmm... maaring hindi ka nya ganoon kamahal dahil kakakilala nyo palang at ang mas nakakapagpagulo pa dito ay parang napikot ka lng nya dahil sya mismo ang nagsabi na kayo na!! (ang gulo naman!) Oo, magulo na kung magulo.. Kayo na pero sya lang ang nagsabi nito.. ikaw naman, di mo alam ang sasabihin.. naguguluhan ka ngunit di ka makatanggi.. pero alam mo sa iyong puso't damdamin na iniisip mo parin ang iyong minamahal habang pinipilit ka nung isa na maging kayo na.. (patay! e pano na yan.. kayo na ba?) nako iyon ang problema.. pano kung naguguluhan ka parin ngayon at narealize mo na: "sh*t ayoko.." anong sasabihin mo sa kanya?? kawawa naman sya.. (e sira-ulo pala un e.. sya naman nagpilit na maging kami e) haha.. kasalanan nya rin kasi.. pero may kasalanan ka rin.. bakit kasi wala kang sinabi? di ka pumayag pero di ka rin tumanggi.. hayy.. naisip mo na mabait naman sya e pero may mga ugali lang talaga sya na hindi mo pa naiintindihan dahil nga kakakilala nyo palang... (ang hirap naman nito.. sakit sa ulo!) At eto pa ang problema.. nung una mo syang nakita wala ka talagang attraction sa kanya.. hindi mutual ung naramdaman nyo.. napatanong ka nanaman: "hiondi kaya natuwa lang sya sayo? Dahil palagi nyang sinasabi na di ka tulad ng iba, na di ka daw maarte at marunong kang makisama.." Maaaring ganon nga lang pero di mo pa malalaman yun sa ngayon.. naguguluhan ka parin, ano na ba ang gagawin mo? papatagalin mo pa ba `to o tatapusin mo na? bibigyan mo ba nang chance ung taong may gusto sayo o hindi na? babalik ka parin ba sa taong mahal mo kahit na alam mong di nyang magagawang mahalin ka?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112265681928173422?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112265681928173422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112265681928173422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265681928173422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265681928173422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2004/12/who-will-you-choose-one-you-love-or.html' title='Who will you choose, the one you love or the one who loves you?'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112265695025312952</id><published>2004-12-20T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:55:53.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Savior..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/passion1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/passion1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood outside the doors. I tried to prepare myself for what I was about to see. But when I entered the room I had no idea that my life would be changed so drastically. I sat there in silence, as all did. The room was filled with the flickering light of the screen. As I cried, only a little bit, too shocked to move. I felt like my heart was broken inside me. I wanted to cry , but felt it hard to breathe, I watched in silence. As this man demonstrated what Jesus did for me. It broke my heart and tears began to flow. I felt helpless and I wanted to make them stop. The pain I felt was like nothing I've ever felt before. Then I began to cry out to God. I realized at that moment if He had not done this for me. This love that I feel for Him now would have never come to be. He laid in the temple yard beaten. His face disfigured from the punches and blows. The robe he wore was covered in blood as red as a rose. With every ounce of His strength He pulled himself to His feet. Only to be knocked down again. But all that He did was for me , what greater love shown by a friend? When they lead Him away , His body was weaken by the Pain. The Roman soldiers had no pity on Him and began to beat Him again.They slapped Him in the face and knocked Him to the ground. No idea that this was all for them as well. That this man would one day rise up and reign over all man and save many from Hell. As He carried the cross on His back to the place where He would soon die. You could hear people weeping all over the room. As many in the crowd cried. We all knew what was next and it made it hard to bare. All our eyes fixed on the screen. All you could hear was the sobbing cries of the weeping. The sounds of those mourning in despair. The actor laid on the cross as they drove the nails in his hands and in his feet But I could see only Jesus there giving His life for me.The movie became real, the pain was real, the tears ,and the blood. And then it was like God spoke to me and said" There is no greater love. My son did this for you. He laid his life down so you wouldn't have too.He traded his crown in Heaven for a crown of thorns and a beating you would never indure."I knew at that moment that this had to be.Even though it seemed so unfair.But the greatest thing happened! God caused my eyes to open and see. The crucifixion became clear.I could truly see what really happened.No greater love was shown to me.Than the day Christ was nailed to the tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112265695025312952?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112265695025312952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112265695025312952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265695025312952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265695025312952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2004/12/our-savior.html' title='Our Savior..'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14930899.post-112265802491559405</id><published>2004-12-20T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:39:48.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What type of Lover are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/640/schooLgurL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/2980/320/schooLgurL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You have liked two people at the same time before.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (Go to Q4) B. No (Go to Q2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You prefer younger person rather than older than you.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (Go to Q5) B. No (Go to Q3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You usually declare your feelings first when you like someone.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (Go to Q5) B. No (Go to Q6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You see your parents and couples like them as the ideal relationship between two, intimate people.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (Go to Q7) B. No (Go to Q5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You prefer to wear colorful intimate apparel.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (Go to Q8) B. No (Go to Q9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) You would never forgive your partner for cheating on you.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (Go to Q9) B. No (Go to Q5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) You prefer to eat at home rather than to dine out.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (Go to Q10) B. No (Go to Q8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) You like Marilyn Monroe more than Audrey Hepburn.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (Go to Q11) B. No (Go to Q9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) You enjoy giving presents to people.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (Go to Q12) B. No (Go to Q11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The two important qualities your partner should possess are human warmth and&lt;br /&gt;kindness.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (Go to Q13) B. No (Go to Q11)&lt;br /&gt;11) You often fall in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;A.Yes (Go to Q14) B. No (Go to Q15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) You tend to pursue excitement over stability in love.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (Go to Q14) B. No (Go to Q15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) A divorce would be absolutely out of the question for you.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (A-type) B. No (Go to Q16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) You don't dislike reptiles or other creepy creatures.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (Go to Q21) B. No (Go to Q17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) You are against pre-marital sex.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (H-type) B. No (Go to Q17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) You often hear that you are sexy.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (Go to Q21) B. No (Go to Q19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) You firmly believe that love can be obtained.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (Go to Q20) B. No (Go to Q19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) You consider the person's educational and family background as a more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;essential  factor for marriage than your feelings for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (E-type) B. No (Go to Q21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) You feel that anything is forgivable if you love a person&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (B-type) B. No (Go to Q20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) You often desire things that other people already possess.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (D-type) B. No (C-type)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Your relationships never lasted longer than 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes (G-type) B. No (F-type)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-type&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella Type. Just like Cinderella, you were the heroine of a beautiful and happy love story in your former life. This does not mean that you were born with this privilege or that you necessarily had this happiness until the end of your life. You actually witnessed the harshness of reality as child,including the loss of your parents and poverty. But all this darkness disappeared the moment you met the love of your life and a new bright light started to shine toward your way. You ultimately gained happiness and honor through love. Both of you genuinely loved each other and enjoyed a blissful life for a very long time. It is just natural that this genuine life in your previous existence can only be ablessing in this present moment. This may be the opportunity to work for charity by helping out other people in need and to be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-type&lt;br /&gt;The Charitable type. You were the devoted lover in your former existence that dedicated your whole being to the object of affection. When you fell in love, you forgot about everything else including your own self. You experienced a lot of pain because many people took advantage of your kindness. All your lovers were beautiful people but they possessed narcissistic qualities, which was the result of your breakups. Their selfishness never allowed them to return the love that you continuously provided for them. But you never despised them for the wounds they left on you. What you should do in this life-time is to become more sensible, rational, and calculative, so that you will not have to endure so much pain as you did in the past. Don't just settle for anyone who crosses your path but wait patiently for someone who will provide you with a reciprocal love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-type&lt;br /&gt;The Lascivious type. You were a very fickle person in your previous life, who could not stay with one partner for a long time. Love was something you had to experience through as many people as possible and only then were you happy a person. You met many, diverse people whom you shared an intimate relationship with. Although you were an amorous lover, you possessed cold and rational mind. It gave you this power of never being hurt by someone. It will be difficult to settle down completely for you unless you meet a very charismatic person that will capture your entire heart.And a journey for you would not completely end with marriage either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-type&lt;br /&gt;The Reckless type. You were the center of a love triangle or an immoral love that was destined to end tragically. Your rash and independent spirit set the stage for a love story like this. You were an egocentric character who broke many people's hearts. In this way, you were much like the C-type that was previously mentioned. You moved on from one person to another as soon as that spark or passion for you faded. A person who existed as this type in the past is bound to be affected by the seremnant qualities today. This is why it is vital to appreciate the other person in your relationship now and to become more mature. Getting rid of your selfish desires may be the key to a happy relationship for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-type&lt;br /&gt;The Romeo and Juliet type. You are one of the few people who experienced the most passionate love affair in your former life. It was love at first sight and both of you could not think of anything else during the day than to dream about eachother. It was a Romeo and Juliet love affair, which may not have ended in disaster just like in the story. Your families may even have been very accepting about your relationship. But the likelihood of a passionate love increases the more obstacles are between the two lovers. But theaffection tends to fade when there is no conflicting element involved. Therefore, it is important for you to be more patient in your present relationship. The challenge is tokeep that passion going by constantly introducing new and interesting ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-type&lt;br /&gt;The Plain type. You did not find love through your own actions but with the help of other people. You were in your own comfort zone, so that it was not necessary for you to find someone special. This is why you were far away from experiencing a fervent love affair. Everybody accepted your relationship with your partner and stability may be have been the pivotal characteristic of your love. Many people would not even consider this peaceful and simple relationship to be love but it may just be the true essence. You may feel perfectly comfortable with an arrangedmarriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-type&lt;br /&gt;The Abusive type. There is no human being who perfect and therefore a certain contradiction exists within us. Thus, an internal conflict between cruelty and kindness is apparent in us. You were familiar with this conflict in your previous life, where mistreatment was used on people. There was a lot of anger in you and this may be a reason why you were open to challenges without a blink of an eye. You often found this sardonic pleasure when you made a person feel sad or perplexed. Monotony did not exist in your vocabulary and so you looked for excitement. A little child exists in you that is waiting for stability and you have shot at finding love when you find the person who is able to provide this comfort for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-type&lt;br /&gt;The Glass Marble typeYou were a purely naive person who was scared to be hurt. This led youto love a person from afar but the chance that you came together was very slim. You were a sociable person but oddly enough, you became the shy and quiet person in front of the person you liked. The painful event occurred the day your object of affection became another person's mateand moved to another far away place. You have to accept the fact that you will not see a relationship in the future if you don't start gaining some courage to make that crucial advance. You can start with taking subtle steps toward that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm the B type, too bad for me..Well, it's true. until now.. ganon parin..=( *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14930899-112265802491559405?l=iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/112265802491559405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14930899&amp;postID=112265802491559405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265802491559405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14930899/posts/default/112265802491559405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamlostinyoureyes.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-type-of-lover-are-you.html' title='What type of Lover are you?'/><author><name>SheEnÅ ÜÜ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685681775799021923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_flD2amXoAiY/TDhMy2PndwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T7t1kFM6bsY/S220/farewell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
