<?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-7457875686476123307</id><updated>2012-01-22T14:40:24.777+08:00</updated><category term='just give me JESUS'/><category term='bondage breaker'/><category term='faith'/><category term='only by grace'/><category term='hot day'/><category term='when answers aren&apos;t enough'/><title type='text'>PASSING PHASES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-5045376932037983956</id><published>2012-01-22T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:40:24.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so darn tired :-(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&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/7457875686476123307-5045376932037983956?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/5045376932037983956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=5045376932037983956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/5045376932037983956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/5045376932037983956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-darn-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-3894642807848085851</id><published>2011-12-05T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:36:48.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't know if this is something i should worry about or not but i really should start monitoring my periods. this change could be normal or something i should go to the doctor about.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;which makes me ask, if this is indeed life threatening&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;....what would i change in the way i live my life?&lt;/i&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/7457875686476123307-3894642807848085851?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/3894642807848085851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=3894642807848085851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3894642807848085851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3894642807848085851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-know-if-this-is-something-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-2014086500268757097</id><published>2011-12-01T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:39:53.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i like the new blogger's interface, it's more user friendly :-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;anyhow, i should be sleeping already but as always, sleep eludes me. there are a lot of things running in my head, nothing serious though. just thinking a lot about things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the dream about schatz (in my previous post), though eerie, could come true in the future ... i know, just like in the past, that once i dream of him it means something.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my talk with him last night had put some ground on that dream and it of course intensifies the longing but it made me question myself also. what is it in him really? he's not someone spectacular. there's nothing special about his looks. he's just an ordinary guy but why do i love him so?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/7457875686476123307-2014086500268757097?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/2014086500268757097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=2014086500268757097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/2014086500268757097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/2014086500268757097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-like-new-bloggers-interface-its-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-6984888157184767824</id><published>2011-11-19T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T18:27:15.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;somebody to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-6984888157184767824?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/6984888157184767824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=6984888157184767824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6984888157184767824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6984888157184767824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2011/11/somebody-to-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-6853365995154093356</id><published>2011-11-16T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:32:18.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nov 12 dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;had another vivid dream of schatz and even if i wake up the dream would continue where it left off once i doze off again&amp;nbsp;once i've noticed that he's  there and kinda watching me, the scene jumped to us being in the hospital and him lying on the bed. i was the one taking care of up him; feeding him and everything. we were eventually sent home but though we're already home i was still the one feeding him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's heart wrenching and only verified the fact that i indeed do love him still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-6853365995154093356?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/6853365995154093356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=6853365995154093356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6853365995154093356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6853365995154093356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2011/11/nov-12-dream.html' title='nov 12 dream'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-5696404252773362027</id><published>2011-10-17T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:58:03.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>downcast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Psalm 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I waited patiently for the LORD; and He inclined unto me and heard my cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel down, i don't know why. i think looking at betsy's shots triggered it. i wanna see the colors of autumn, DAD. will i ever see it in this lifetime? i wanna see it, smell it, feel it and touch it. sometimes it feels like nothing's ever gonna change in my life. i feel bored. busy but bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're my only hope, DAD. don't leave me. i feel so alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-5696404252773362027?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/5696404252773362027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=5696404252773362027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/5696404252773362027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/5696404252773362027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2011/10/downcast.html' title='downcast'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-4079107754910978625</id><published>2011-10-03T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T18:06:13.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>names</title><content type='html'>stop putting labels on your emotions. feel what you must but don't give it a name because if u do u'r just cherishing something that doesn't need to be cherished... such us unrequited love. i've thought of this the other day and put it into practice and i think this is effective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite logical, whenever u give something a name it means it's important and that you're planning to keep it forever. and if u want to keep something forever you would nourish and cherish it. what if it doesn't wanna stay? so just to save urself from too much pain, just treat it as any other emotions. just let it come and go and don't call it anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-4079107754910978625?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/4079107754910978625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=4079107754910978625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/4079107754910978625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/4079107754910978625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2011/10/names.html' title='names'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-6395720624515736375</id><published>2011-09-10T02:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T03:03:58.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's my day!</title><content type='html'>it's my birthday today and it's been a good one, i must say. yesterday i went to tagaytay with a dear friend and bought lots of stuff. today, my cousin's family and my bro's family together with our moms had dinner here at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i already know what the answer will be i still tried to invite schatz. i should really move on. that one's already a no go. it'll be hard because 7 yrs is 7 yrs. GOD's with me though and i know He'll see me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what's my birthday resolution? I WANNA BE MYSELF. AND I WANNA SAY, "THE HELL I CARE WITH THEM!" not in a bad way, of course. but i think i've cared too much about what other people would think of me that i kinda became enslaved to them already without them knowing it. i don't wanna fake self confidence anymore. i really wanna have it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was telling you about the temple grandin story on my other post, i wanna be like her. i wanna be proud of my limitations. i want people to see God's strength through my weakness. i really shouldn't be wasting that opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me, FATHER to put this into practice gradually. and lastly, thanks a lot for everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-6395720624515736375?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/6395720624515736375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=6395720624515736375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6395720624515736375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6395720624515736375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-my-day.html' title='it&apos;s my day!'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-1215387943315050689</id><published>2011-09-06T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T00:02:36.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cancelled</title><content type='html'>birthday plans cancelled because i got sick. anyways, it's all good. i got the rest i needed. and been watching tv for the past few days. one story that really enthralled me was temple grandin's story. she's autistic but it didn't prevent her from being successful. one of the lines that got into me was, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Different, not less."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-1215387943315050689?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/1215387943315050689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=1215387943315050689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/1215387943315050689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/1215387943315050689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2011/09/cancelled.html' title='cancelled'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-2178561495426022665</id><published>2011-09-01T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T17:42:45.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i've been thinking of what to do for my birthday and then this idea entered my mind... i would date the people who've made a great impact on my life from sept 1 till the day of my birthday. and day 1 of course would be with the LOVER OF MY SOUL... My Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has given me a rich life. i may not be rich when it comes to monetary value but HE has filled my life with experiences and lessons that the others could only observe and not experience fully. what i should pray for then is how i could use it for HIS glory, to put it in good use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me, LORD. reach into my very soul and extract from it what You could use. I am here, send me. &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-2178561495426022665?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/2178561495426022665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=2178561495426022665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/2178561495426022665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/2178561495426022665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-5528285760072577484</id><published>2011-08-30T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T15:35:27.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.A.</title><content type='html'>not sure if i've written about my neighbor that i took notice of months ago. he already left but his bro still lives a door away from me. i've been wanting to give him a book because i really feel sorry for him. he lives alone, doesn't have anything in his apartment but a small mattress to sleep on, water container and a tv which i think his brother bought for him just recently and he only eats bread. nobody talks to him and he seldom leaves his unit. i sometimes see him looking confused, walking in the rain and all but i don't think he's a full blown schizo though because he could still function on his own. but i really wonder what his story is? he used to live in the US, that much i know. maybe he's got war shocked or something but whatever his story his i want him to hear about Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night i asked one of the caretakers to give him the book and gospel tract. i told the caretaker not to tell who's it from and DA (his initials) sounded kinda paranoid but then thought that maybe it's from his brother. i wrote him a note though and once he reads it he'll know that it's not from his bro. i hope it's ok with him and i pray that he reads the book and gets something from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want him to know the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7457875686476123307-5528285760072577484?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-3484784495305764814</id><published>2011-08-25T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:17:03.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argggggh!</title><content type='html'>the world's getting smaller again... you should stay in your building and not come back to mine. a glimpse of you's good from time to time but to actually be in the same building as you is not fun at all. i don't like the feeling, it's suffocating. &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/7457875686476123307-3484784495305764814?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/3484784495305764814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>for girls</title><content type='html'>lesson for the girls;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys will be naturally flirty once they've found out that you kinda like them. and that doesn't necessarily mean that they like u back or that the feeling is mutual, it's just in their nature... it's how they're wired i guess. so, they really can't help it.&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/7457875686476123307-7769557864649894438?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/7769557864649894438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=7769557864649894438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to me when i confronted her about it. i got so pissed that i asked her to leave. she did for a couple of days but decided to take her back with conditions and a final ultimatum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which got me into thinking... what if GOD's like me? what if HE gives conditions each and every time i fail HIM, every time i sin? i wonder what have become of me if my GOD's like me. i've still so much to learn about forgiveness. i tend to keep tabs and i easily give up on people. i seldom give second chances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could be the exact reason why seldom of my relationships in the past lasted. speaking of romantic relationships, i was reading a novel the other day and the plot was about this guy who tends to pull back when he feels himself getting overly into someone already. he would disappear for days and would say things that would really hurt his partner's feelings but the girl stayed longer than i know i would. and god i don't wanna go through those heart wrenching scenes again. i'm too old for that but one thing i've learned, it's easier for me to let go now except for one person.... my german guy.&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/7457875686476123307-7995878643084137794?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/7995878643084137794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=7995878643084137794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7995878643084137794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>stressed out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;as i was getting dressed for work yesterday, this came to mind..."i'm so darn busy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, how did life get to be this busy? i hardly have time for myself. i really deserve a vacation. i'm earning good money now but i wish i'm never this busy and harassed. it feels like i've aged 10 more years. i also look older now. am i stressed? kinda. so this is how it feels like eh? i used to boast that i don't get stressed out.... so this is how it's like. i don't like it at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really aint easy to run a household. good practice though. but will i ever have the chance to put it in good use? i don't even have time for myself, how would i find time to have a lovelife? there were offers this past months but from guys that i don't even like. yeah, i am choosy!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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out'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-7690780267941861710</id><published>2011-06-06T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T00:47:47.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deaths</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_5E8uYu1Hc/Tezts1dgHXI/AAAAAAAAEMc/MNzI98pRs-I/s1600/carabs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_5E8uYu1Hc/Tezts1dgHXI/AAAAAAAAEMc/MNzI98pRs-I/s320/carabs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615124189945011570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to my hometown for the wake of my grandfather's siblings and also my grandmom's cousin. they all died just hours ahead of each other. sad and alarming! another reminder of what i should do as a christian. i hope that all of them were able to hear the gospel before passing on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to see relatives and enjoyed their company as well. i really am closer to my granddad's side of the family than my granny's. though we seldom see each other we still hit it off. i really like their sense of humor which the other side of the family lacks. i wish i could spend more time with them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-7690780267941861710?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/7690780267941861710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-7652857395410400694?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/7652857395410400694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=7652857395410400694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7652857395410400694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7652857395410400694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-exist.html' title=''/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-566014850953137183</id><published>2011-04-25T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T11:05:57.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after a boring week life started getting busy again as i get back to work. had to render 4 hrs of overtime almost everyday and then also have to work on one of my rest days. yeah, needed it coz i'm eying something that i've been wanting to buy. and because of my hard work i was able to buy one... well, gave the downpayment for it at least and the rest would be on the delivery date which will be next month. excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-566014850953137183?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/566014850953137183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=566014850953137183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/566014850953137183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/566014850953137183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2011/04/after-boring-week-life-started-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-4616688911934670542</id><published>2011-04-10T12:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T12:49:39.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings of a temporary hermit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i've been a hermit since last week, went out just twice to go to the doctor and to the Fort. i've been sick, still am, a bit. and while sick i'm feasting on novels, both thick and thin ones. and funny because 2 out of the 3 or 4 that i've read 2 of the heroines died. they waited for their knights in shining armors for years, even decades, only to spend such a short time of bliss with them. sad, sad. will i end up that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been almost 4 mos now since i've moved out of my comfort zone and life's now more settled. i've gotten used to the bills that i have to pay every month; rent, electricity, phone, internet, water, cable, etc. etc. i don't know how long will i have to live this way. until i get married? but will i ever get married? my life's such a bore now, i haven't even gone to church for almost a month now concocting excuses and reasons just so i won't have to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there's more to life than bills. to combat the boredom,i also bought a cat but what a pet could give me is limited. i need interaction. i need action. i've also taken noticed of my good-looking neighbor. and of course he looks a bit like sunshine and quint. that's typically my type. and instead of wasting my energy on sunshine i'd rather focus on this one, easier and more accessible. nothing has come out of yet though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long will i live like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-4616688911934670542?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/4616688911934670542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=4616688911934670542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/4616688911934670542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/4616688911934670542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2011/04/ramblings-of-temporary-hermit.html' title='ramblings of a temporary hermit'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-7913249123348336478</id><published>2011-02-28T06:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T08:55:46.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who are you?</title><content type='html'>i woke up in the middle of the night with this thought, "who are you?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a child of God but often times i don't live like one. it breaks my heart but it's really so hard to break old habits. so i really am thankful to my merciful SAVIOR. it's really funny when i find it so hard to forgive other people when i've been forgiven more than a million times already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i tend to harbor hatred and bitterness. that's one of the things that i need to change.... that God needs to deal with in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... what else? i sometimes think too much of how people view me as a person. i don't want to be pitied. and this prevents me from proclaiming my uniqueness. but i'm already getting tired of hiding. i shouldn't really waste what God has given me. not everyone has this opportunity. i could be used more if i show people who i really am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i scared of anyways?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-7913249123348336478?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/7913249123348336478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=7913249123348336478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-453741607253553535?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/453741607253553535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=453741607253553535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/453741607253553535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/453741607253553535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-it-feels-like-world-requires.html' title=''/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-4268347789744003532</id><published>2011-01-20T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T17:03:32.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i really love surprises, however small it is. just this morning the driver of the cab i took on my way to work was listening to a christian station and upon learning that we're both christians we started talking. then he refused to take my fare and just said, "let me bless you with this. your fare's on me". what a heart! and then at work my boss gave me some gift checks. that'll be a big help &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTL! thanks for the blessings, DAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-4268347789744003532?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/4268347789744003532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=4268347789744003532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/4268347789744003532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/4268347789744003532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2011/01/blessings.html' title='blessings'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-525623931124182650</id><published>2011-01-19T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:21:28.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMbM9Oi3gKw/TTbXNifGqOI/AAAAAAAAELQ/v1rWFvWBWTg/s1600/IMG_1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMbM9Oi3gKw/TTbXNifGqOI/AAAAAAAAELQ/v1rWFvWBWTg/s320/IMG_1327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563871017258363106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-525623931124182650?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/525623931124182650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=525623931124182650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/525623931124182650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/525623931124182650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-i-moved.html' title='the day i moved'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMbM9Oi3gKw/TTbXNifGqOI/AAAAAAAAELQ/v1rWFvWBWTg/s72-c/IMG_1327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-648319451154951145</id><published>2011-01-18T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:49:05.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>written JAN 5, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I haven’t updated for so long because I don’t have internet at home yet. Yes, I’ve already moved out of our  (their) house and is now living on my own and I’m actually liking it. Though I’m loving it I often times worry about the bills and all but I know that my God will take good care of me... so, I should quit worrying.  He has brought me this far, He’ll surely see me through.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve already spent Christmas here at my new place together with my bro and his family plus our adopted sister who lives with me. New year’s pretty quiet with just me and my sister at home. It was ok and I didn’t even feel lonely, I guess I’ve outgrown that already… the holiday blues, I mean. It was nice to be quiet for a change.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had my first non-family visitor. A friend picked me up from work, bought dinner and headed home. And as we talk God actually touched my heart and made me feel something that I never really felt for this friend though we’ve known each other since college.  God gave me love and compassion and I actually felt bad about her health condition. And I actually cared! &lt;br /&gt;I’ve been inviting this friend to church for years already. She said yes once and never came back after that. She’s actually turned off with my way of introducing Christ to her and yesterday I actually realized how wrong my way was.  You see, she’s the type of person who’s straightforward. She has a pretty strong personality, so I thought. But how wrong I was! She’s actually the fragile type. She longs to be loved. She wanna be taken cared of just like any other girl. So my way of introducing Christ to her was –oh-so-terribly wrong. I was so blunt in telling her that what she’s doing is sin. I’ve failed to get into her shoes and actually feel what she’s feeling. But with the realization last night I hope, with God’s help, that all that would change. I wanna show her how God loves her just the way she is. That she doesn’t have to prove anything to God because He knows who she really is. He knows how she exactly feels and that she doesn’t have to search far for her to find the love that she so craves for. &lt;br /&gt;Help me, Lord, to show her the way to You.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-648319451154951145?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/648319451154951145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=648319451154951145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/648319451154951145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/648319451154951145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2011/01/written-jan-5-2011.html' title='written JAN 5, 2011'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-1260312208622425397</id><published>2010-12-13T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:29:37.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true colors</title><content type='html'>i still haven't found a place to move in... it's stressful. i really thank GOD for my REAL friends who are there not only to listen and give moral support but also to offer real help. in times like this you'll really know who your real friends are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-1260312208622425397?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/1260312208622425397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=1260312208622425397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/1260312208622425397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/1260312208622425397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/12/true-colors.html' title='true colors'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-637736977428074958</id><published>2010-12-04T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:44:08.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God, i am scared. i don't know how to go through this. tell me what you want me to do and help me do it. pls....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-637736977428074958?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/637736977428074958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=637736977428074958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/637736977428074958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/637736977428074958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/12/god-i-am-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-6796553286888704705</id><published>2010-11-16T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T16:43:49.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JESUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if there's something that i am most grateful of, it is the fact that i have YOU as my SAVIOR and LORD and that i know YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-6796553286888704705?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/6796553286888704705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this morning i was awakened by the thoughts of schatz... for some reason he again entered my mind. that got me thinking, what did i really like in him? i now know the answer... it's his unassuming and yet confident demeanor, his humble and Christ-like attitude matched with his gentle &amp; quiet spirit. in the years that i've known him not even once have i heard him boast. i really wanna stay friends with him even after our tumultuous past. last time i heard from him was march of this year and i'm not really sure whether it's my fault or not. we were ok but then i always fail to keep my word. i kept on telling him that i would call but i never did and that's when the texting stopped. is it already a period, LORD? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when i got to church the song was the one that has always reminded me of him and my heart for the mission. is it a double confirmation, DAD? i was again reminded of what's really in my heart and that is to be a part of the missions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing different nations worship GOD in their native tongue never fails to get me misty eyed. thank you, FATHER for the reminder of what's really in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-3309193632143255953?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/3309193632143255953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=3309193632143255953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3309193632143255953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3309193632143255953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-hearts-language.html' title='my heart&apos;s language'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-3856150106325343240</id><published>2010-10-25T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:02:31.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/bBwbdMnXXuc/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bBwbdMnXXuc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bBwbdMnXXuc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this song makes me cry. it's a good reminder of just how much our GOD loves us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caught again. Your faithless friend.&lt;br /&gt;Don't You ever tire of hearing&lt;br /&gt;What a fool I've been? &lt;br /&gt;Guess I should pray, &lt;br /&gt;But what can I say? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, it hurts to know the hundred times &lt;br /&gt;I've caused You pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "forgive me" sounds so empty&lt;br /&gt;When I never change. &lt;br /&gt;Yet You stay and say, "I love you still,"&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving me time and time again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;It's Your stubborn love &lt;br /&gt;That never lets go of me. &lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how You can stay - &lt;br /&gt;Perfect love embracing the worst in me &lt;br /&gt;How I long for Your stubborn love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny me. &lt;br /&gt;Just couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;Even long before I knew You,&lt;br /&gt;You were loving me. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry - &lt;br /&gt;You must cry, too &lt;br /&gt;when You see the broken promises &lt;br /&gt;I've made to you. &lt;br /&gt;I keep saying that I'll trust You &lt;br /&gt;Though I seldom do. &lt;br /&gt;Yet You stay and say You love me still, &lt;br /&gt;Knowing some day I'll be like You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Your stubborn love &lt;br /&gt;That never lets go of me. &lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how You can stay - &lt;br /&gt;Perfect love embracing the worst in me. &lt;br /&gt;And You never let me go - &lt;br /&gt;I believe I finally know &lt;br /&gt;I can't live without Your stubborn love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-3856150106325343240?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/3856150106325343240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=3856150106325343240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3856150106325343240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3856150106325343240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/10/stubborn-love.html' title='Stubborn Love'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-6404487422643909585</id><published>2010-10-23T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T12:15:03.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intervention</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;have i really let go? i know i did but then it came creeping back on me and before i knew it, kaboom.. i'm almost back to square 1! well some of the things they've (jdv &amp; mon) said kinda hit me but one thing i don't agree with was when they said na "kawawa naman magiging bf ko next". i don't think so! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he would think that he would just be living in the shadow of the past guy but i know myself. i've been to a couple (?) of serious relationships already and i know that i could love the next one more than i've loved the last one. didn't i love the g guy more than i've loved edsel? so i'm quite confident that i would love the next one more than i've ever loved the g guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-6404487422643909585?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/6404487422643909585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=6404487422643909585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6404487422643909585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6404487422643909585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/10/intervention.html' title='intervention'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-8941021576997522133</id><published>2010-10-15T17:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T17:48:27.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reality tv</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i love watching reality shows on tv. i watch jon &amp; kate + 8, small people big world and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.duggarfamily.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18 kids &amp; counting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and among these the last one, i think, is my favorite and it's because they're christians. they have 18 kids (now 19) but they were able to raise them pretty well. they've got good christian values and i love seeing the love &amp; respect still present in jim bob &amp; michelle's eyes whenever they look at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, marrying someone who fears God is more of a practical choice than a religious one. i want a God-fearing family. i want order in my family and not chaos. i want to look in my husband's eyes with confidence, knowing that God gave him to me and that he'll stand by me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a relationship without God in the center is really a boring one. what do you talk about? once the passion had died down, what's next? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a love triangle, with God in the center. that way our union will be stronger, less chaotic but at the same time more exciting compared to what this world alone could offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have YOU prepared for me, DAD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-8941021576997522133?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/8941021576997522133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=8941021576997522133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8941021576997522133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8941021576997522133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/10/reality-tv.html' title='reality tv'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-6870882325910589912</id><published>2010-09-28T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T10:46:30.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't go to Jerusalem</title><content type='html'>september's a critical month for me and my emotions. from previous entries i've alredy mentioned that i tend to become uber sensitive during my birth month. and the devil's been playing with this ... wanting me to make a big fuss out of everything and hate everybody who wouldn't speak my love language and make me feel loved and appreciated. it's scary, really! so i prayed for GOD to show me HIS love and make me feel loved, cherished and whatever mushy feeling i wanna feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after praying this, i opened my bible.... and this is what HE gave me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jeremiah 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v 5 &amp; 6 Then they said to Jeremiah, “May the Lord your God be a faithful witness against us if we refuse to obey whatever he tells us to do! Whether we like it or not, we will obey the Lord our God to whom we are sending you with our plea. For if we obey him, everything will turn out well for us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v 8-12 So he called for Johanan son of Kareah and the other guerrilla leaders, and for all the people, from the least to the greatest. He said to them, “You sent me to the Lord, the God of Israel, with your request, and this is his reply: ‘Stay here in this land. If you do, I will build you up and not tear you down; I will plant you and not uproot you. For I am sorry about all the punishment I have had to bring upon you. 11 Do not fear the king of Babylon anymore,’ says the Lord. ‘For I am with you and will save you and rescue you from his power. I will be merciful to you by making him kind, so he will let you stay here in your land.’  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of the chapter goes like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13 “But if you refuse to obey the Lord your God, and if you say, ‘We will not stay here; 14 instead, we will go to Egypt where we will be free from war, the call to arms, and hunger,’ 15 then hear the Lord’s message to the remnant of Judah. This is what the Lord of Heaven’s Armies, the God of Israel, says: ‘If you are determined to go to Egypt and live there, 16 the very war and famine you fear will catch up to you, and you will die there. 17 That is the fate awaiting every one of you who insists on going to live in Egypt. Yes, you will die from war, famine, and disease. None of you will escape the disaster I will bring upon you there.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 18 “This is what the Lord of Heaven’s Armies, the God of Israel, says: ‘Just as my anger and fury have been poured out on the people of Jerusalem, so they will be poured out on you when you enter Egypt. You will be an object of damnation, horror, cursing, and mockery. And you will never see your homeland again.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 19 “Listen, you remnant of Judah. The Lord has told you: ‘Do not go to Egypt!’ Don’t forget this warning I have given you today. 20 For you were not being honest when you sent me to pray to the Lord your God for you. You said, ‘Just tell us what the Lord our God says, and we will do it!’ 21 And today I have told you exactly what he said, but you will not obey the Lord your God any better now than you have in the past. 22 So you can be sure that you will die from war, famine, and disease in Egypt, where you insist on going.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've read this passage before and i remember even posting it here but today itt gave me a different message... another proof that GOD's word is indeed alive and speaks to us. so where's the love here that i was asking from HIM. HIS way is really different. i am not a spiritual child anymore, i've been in HIS family for quite some time now and GOD knows that i don't need that much mushy stuff anymore just so i would feel loved and needed. GOD loves me, that's for sure. but instead of feeding my 'not-so-right state of mind' HE decided to give me the hard truth. just like the israelites in verses 5-8 i would often say that i would do what HE wants me to do. just an hour ago i was actually thinking of withdrawing from all gift givings and showing of love to my siblings just so i wouldn't expect anything from them anymore and i was actually harboring hatred in my heart. and what is GOD's word about hating? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the many verses is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Leviticus 19:17a - Do not hate your brother in your heart. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet i was actually contemplating on doing just that. and the rest of the chapters of Jeremiah 42 tells of the consequences of going against God's word. if i go ahead and harbor hatred in my heart, i would be the one who would suffer from it in the end. it would kill my heart, my relationship with my siblings and my testimony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if they don't love me? GOD loves me and HE's there for me. and there are people there who cares... my dgroup friends love me and maybe some other people also do but they just don't know how to speak my love language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and GOD's clear message for me today is in v 19 “Listen, you remnant of Judah. The Lord has told you: ‘Do not go to Egypt!’ Don’t forget this warning I have given you today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;egypt right now represents hatred. and yes, i won't go there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-6870882325910589912?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/6870882325910589912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=6870882325910589912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6870882325910589912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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it hard to make a marriage work, how would non-christians do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-7833544436681336548?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/7833544436681336548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=7833544436681336548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7833544436681336548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7833544436681336548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/09/heard-from-close-college-friend-and-she.html' title='sad news'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-2294812147054309213</id><published>2010-09-25T15:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:01:39.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disliked</title><content type='html'>i went there with some people and ended up going home alone, really felt bad about it. i wanna keep my focus on the end goal but it's so hard to not feel bad about it. lately i feel so unappreciated, so uncared for. i know it sounds kinda childish but i'm actually thinking of transferring to another small group at work.... something like my dgroup in church. if they don't like me then what's the reason for staying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DAD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel bad about it but please let me see the lessons that you're teaching me. i know that apart from you, nobody else would care... but knowing is different from actually feeling it. i'm already used to this, used to being alone, why does it still hurt this much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let this bad feeling render me ineffective. i've been through soooo many hurts already, i could take another as long as you're with me.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-2294812147054309213?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/2294812147054309213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=2294812147054309213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/2294812147054309213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/2294812147054309213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/09/aftermath.html' title='disliked'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-6087497254159858221</id><published>2010-09-12T22:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T08:16:49.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secrets of the vine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMbM9Oi3gKw/TIzkTK35JzI/AAAAAAAAEB4/5yYJ_MhlW0o/s1600/IMG_0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMbM9Oi3gKw/TIzkTK35JzI/AAAAAAAAEB4/5yYJ_MhlW0o/s200/IMG_0928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516034661609449266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i thought i won't be able to make it to the retreat because i really felt terribly sick the night before. i didn't even prepare for it anymore because there's really no way for me to get there given the way i was feeling last friday. but then i woke up before 4am (if i'm not mistaken) and even posted on my FB that i won't be able to go to the retreat coz i'm sick but then my impulsive nature got a hold of me ( or was it the Holy Spirit) and decided to call my friend, not even knowing why i was calling her. and the moment she picked up the phone she asked me if i'm already coming and i said yes. the moment we put the phone down, i took a bath, packed my things and headed straight to the door. i was even the first person to get to the meeting place.... with unmatched earrings, that is! i only got to discover it evening of the first day. fashion statement! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boy, was i glad i attended the retreat! i've learned a lot! it brought me back to basic and that is to bear fruit for CHRIST. i used to think that bearing fruit only means winning souls for HIM, how wrong i was. bearing fruits also connote doing good works for me to glorify HIS name. there are a lot of things that struck me but i don't have time to write about it now, gotta rest first.&lt;/span&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='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMbM9Oi3gKw/TIzkTK35JzI/AAAAAAAAEB4/5yYJ_MhlW0o/s72-c/IMG_0928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-6473935422148485004</id><published>2010-09-09T03:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T14:58:20.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5yZnAeE4jU/STTxKtHoGrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/acOli8krDbE/s320/my-birthday1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z5yZnAeE4jU/STTxKtHoGrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/acOli8krDbE/s320/my-birthday1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Psalm 18:16-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But me he caught—reached all the way &lt;br /&gt;      from sky to sea; he pulled me out &lt;br /&gt;   Of that ocean of hate, that enemy chaos, &lt;br /&gt;      the void in which I was drowning. &lt;br /&gt;   They hit me when I was down, &lt;br /&gt;      but God stuck by me. &lt;br /&gt;   He stood me up on a wide-open field; &lt;br /&gt;      I stood there saved—surprised to be loved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thank you, DAD for giving me another year! thanks so much for the blessings; for my family, friends, colleagues and ministry partners. i thank YOU even for the trials, LORD because i know that YOU won't let me suffer without a purpose. thanks a lot for the lessons learned through those hardships. i'm sorry for failing YOU over and over again. sorry for causing YOU heartaches. sorry for not doing YOUR will.  &lt;br /&gt;make me a better person this year, DAD. purify my heart, dear LORD. i wanna serve YOU just for the simple reason that i love you and that i want to bring more souls to you. don't let me get side tracked. don't let money, pleasure or anything that i think i need get in the way of this desire to serve YOU. give me the wisdom to know what it is that YOU really want me to do. use me, LORD. this year i wanna stop hiding. use my rarity to show the world that YOU could make a somebody completely out of a nobody. help me proclaim my rarity and not be ashamed of it. give me the courage and strength to be vulnerable, to risk being ridiculed in exchange for being loved for who i truly am. and if that man never comes, if it's not your will for me to get married, then just take away this desire, LORD. i don't want this year to be swamped with that consuming desire anymore.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank you so much for showing me that i could still be loved despite of who i am. thanks a lot for loving me, DAD however crooked and broken i am. i'm giving u back my life and will do it over and over again. use whatever is left of it for your glory. and if i won't be of use here anymore then just take me home. i wanna go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since i'm still here, i commit to YOU yet another year of my life. use me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-6473935422148485004?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/6473935422148485004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=6473935422148485004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i thought am not gonna be hit by the blues anymore, but here i am a day before my birthday and feeling kinda lonely already. what triggered the blues? who triggered it is more appropriate a term, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u really have to tell me that you're dating someone already? soooooo insensitive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u wanna make me feel special, the best day to do it is on my bday and if u wanna break me to pieces do it on my special day as well. and u chose the latter! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-6791915737604484491?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/6791915737604484491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=6791915737604484491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6791915737604484491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6791915737604484491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/09/jdv.html' title='???'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-8232181735328960050</id><published>2010-09-06T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:12:30.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering ANN</title><content type='html'>a friend of mine died just recently, first time that i've lost a friend through death. and though i haven't really seen her for years i still miss her... especially today. met her during the early to mid 90s i think and she was the one who consoled me during my first break-up. she's shared many of my ups and downs. she's grieved with me, was there even during my crazy days and i know that she loved me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she died of lupus. though i extended help through financial means i never got to visit her in the hospital. she asked for me but i didn't go to her because i was scared. i don't wanna see her looking sick and all. i wouldn't know what to say to her anyways. i want her to stay healthy and alive in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that she's in a better place now, free of pain and suffering. and i know one day i'll see her in heaven. i know she'll be one of the persons who will be there to welcome me home :-)... can't wait for that day to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMbM9Oi3gKw/TIRb6jsds0I/AAAAAAAAEAw/VRQRbtByv88/s1600/ann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMbM9Oi3gKw/TIRb6jsds0I/AAAAAAAAEAw/VRQRbtByv88/s320/ann.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513632905380606786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thinking of you just now and the many things we've been through. sorry i wasn't able to visit you but God knows i prayed, really prayed and did the best i could to be of help. though it saddens me that you're no longer here, am also relieved that you're now in a better place... free from sickness, pain, heartaches and tears. i'll see u at the pearly gates, Ann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-8232181735328960050?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/8232181735328960050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=8232181735328960050&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8232181735328960050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8232181735328960050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/09/remembering-ann.html' title='remembering ANN'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMbM9Oi3gKw/TIRb6jsds0I/AAAAAAAAEAw/VRQRbtByv88/s72-c/ann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-8591747142093373794</id><published>2010-09-04T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:57:42.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;yeah, u could love even from a distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-8591747142093373794?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-3122856883180198329</id><published>2010-09-03T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T11:40:51.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spoke too soon again</title><content type='html'>going through something right now. GOD really has HIS way of extracting what's really in our hearts. i wrote about fortune the other day, even said that it doesn't bother me that much. but after getting my salary letter and comparing it with what i could get from another company, it started to bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i leave?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-3122856883180198329?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/3122856883180198329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=3122856883180198329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3122856883180198329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3122856883180198329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/09/spoke-to-soon-again.html' title='spoke too soon again'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-647691929915092218</id><published>2010-09-01T11:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T12:26:18.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idols</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what is it that i really want from life? what's my utmost desire? what do i really want to ask GOD for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to the book that i'm currently reading, the answers to these questions are the devil's targets of temptations. the author stated that these  are  the biggies satan uses to get us off track; fortune, fame, power and pleasure. as a woman (speaking for myself) my desire really is not to amass great fortune nor to have power and fame, i just want to be loved the way i am... no ifs, no buts. i think it could be categorize as pleasure and this is where the devil often tricks me. for years now this is the lesson that i always fail to learn. they just have different names, different circumstances but still the same lesson, my want of pleasure. but don't get me wrong, it's not the type that's completely sexual. it's that inner desire to share everything with another person. problem is, it seems like i always pick the wrong ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but slowly i'm finally learning how to leave it all in God's hands. just recently my heart got broken again but it's not a major heartache only because all throughout my prayer was for GOD to hold my heart in HIS hands...to not let it go until it's already time. and HE kept to HIS word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1 John 5:4-5 (New Living Translation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 For every child of God defeats this evil world, and we achieve this victory through our faith. 5 And who can win this battle against the world? Only those who believe that Jesus is the Son of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;...and kept my heart really safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really sad how we as Christians often act as losers when we were promised in HIS word that we are victorious in HIM. may our desires/idols don't take precedence over our LORD. HE can give us more than these idols could give us.... more than the pleasure that a lover could give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may we stay away from anything that might take GOD's place in our hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-647691929915092218?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/647691929915092218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=647691929915092218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/647691929915092218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/647691929915092218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/09/idols.html' title='idols'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-7070395251327063260</id><published>2010-09-01T08:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:19:26.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darlene Zschech - Jesus, Lover Of My Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this song never fails to touch my heart. it reminds me of my beginnings with HIM and how HE remains faithful despite it all. it's also a reminder that because of HIM i have something to look forward to... a bright future not only here but also in the life hereafter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often start my quiet time with this song especially when i feel that my heart's too far from HIM. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-J3dRe98zG4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-J3dRe98zG4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-7070395251327063260?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/7070395251327063260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=7070395251327063260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7070395251327063260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7070395251327063260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/09/darlene-zschech-jesus-lover-of-my-soul.html' title='Darlene Zschech - Jesus, Lover Of My Soul'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-6866533602208841876</id><published>2010-08-30T10:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T11:45:42.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gutsy me??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the 1st step to getting the things you want out of life is this: you have to decide what it is that u really want! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of this Bible passage;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;James 1:7-8 (Amplified Bible) For truly, let not such a person imagine that he will receive anything [he asks for] from the Lord, [For being as he is] a man of two minds (hesitating, dubious, irresolute), [he is] unstable and unreliable and uncertain about everything [he thinks, feels, decides].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i am not the most decisive of all people but when i want something, i really go for it to the point that i don't even ask GOD anymore whether it's what HE wanted for me or not. they used to call me a go-getter way back in college but i've lost some of those guts already. like yesterday, i saw this old college crush at the mall but instead of saying hi i just decided to act as if i didn't see him. we didn't part in good terms way back then. he was the most obnoxious and the most inconsiderate guy i've ever met, aside from sunshine of course. and that college guy really knew how to pursue just because he wanted something from me. i think that was the first time that i totally got turned off with somebody that i really find attractive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so what's my point? i think it's ok to lose some of the gutsiness.... it's ok to not go after what u really want as long as you're sure that it's not what GOD wants for u. it's ok to be double minded but only when it's a choice between evil and good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-6866533602208841876?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/6866533602208841876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=6866533602208841876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6866533602208841876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6866533602208841876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/08/ryan.html' title='gutsy me??!'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-7137653995129231058</id><published>2010-08-27T10:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:16:46.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who's/what's your EGYPT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jeremiah 42:11-22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMbM9Oi3gKw/THdXftXSfqI/AAAAAAAAD_k/fUXg1Jz6KQo/s1600/Treasures_of_Egypt_-_Nefertiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMbM9Oi3gKw/THdXftXSfqI/AAAAAAAAD_k/fUXg1Jz6KQo/s320/Treasures_of_Egypt_-_Nefertiti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509968871375928994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11 Do not fear the king of Babylon anymore,' says the Lord. 'For I am with you and will save you and rescue you from his power. 12 I will be merciful to you by making him kind, so he will let you stay here in your land.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13 "But if you refuse to obey the Lord your God, and if you say, 'We will not stay here; 14 instead, we will go to Egypt where we will be free from war, the call to arms, and hunger,' 15 then hear the Lord's message to the remnant of Judah. This is what the Lord of Heaven's Armies, the God of Israel, says: 'If you are determined to go to Egypt and live there, 16 the very war and famine you fear will catch up to you, and you will die there. 17 That is the fate awaiting every one of you who insists on going to live in Egypt. Yes, you will die from war, famine, and disease. None of you will escape the disaster I will bring upon you there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 18 "This is what the Lord of Heaven's Armies, the God of Israel, says: 'Just as my anger and fury have been poured out on the people of Jerusalem, so they will be poured out on you when you enter Egypt. You will be an object of damnation, horror, cursing, and mockery. And you will never see your homeland again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 19 "Listen, you remnant of Judah. The Lord has told you: 'Do not go to Egypt!' Don't forget this warning I have given you today. 20 For you were not being honest when you sent me to pray to the Lord your God for you. You said, 'Just tell us what the Lord our God says, and we will do it!' 21 And today I have told you exactly what he said, but you will not obey the Lord your God any better now than you have in the past. 22 So you can be sure that you will die from war, famine, and disease in Egypt, where you insist on going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;as i was reading this passage in the Bible the other day, it made me think of the many ways we try to overtake God. thinking that we know better than HIM. yeah, some of the things that we want could look as if it's the best thing that could ever happen to us and nothing will ever go wrong because it looks so promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like how the remnants of judah looked at egypt. they think that the Lord's keeping them from something that's good, "13 "But if you refuse to obey the Lord your God, and if you say, 'We will not stay here; 14 instead, we will go to Egypt where we will be free from war, the call to arms, and hunger,..." so they insisted on going despite the Lord's warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many of us were like this, when we ask something from GOD and HE says 'no' we often think that He's being mean and selfish and that He doesn't love us at all. often times we forget just how good GOD is and that He will never withhold anything from us if it will be good for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may we all remember that God has a bird's eyeview of our life as opposed to us who could only see what's directly in front of us. let's entrust everything to HIM. He has a plan :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-7137653995129231058?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/7137653995129231058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=7137653995129231058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7137653995129231058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7137653995129231058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/08/jeremiah-4211-22.html' title='who&apos;s/what&apos;s your EGYPT?'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMbM9Oi3gKw/THdXftXSfqI/AAAAAAAAD_k/fUXg1Jz6KQo/s72-c/Treasures_of_Egypt_-_Nefertiti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-2381047405525836541</id><published>2010-08-27T03:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:10:29.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;got a glimpse of who i really am and chickened out...tsk tsk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-2381047405525836541?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/2381047405525836541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=2381047405525836541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/2381047405525836541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/2381047405525836541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-thought.html' title='just a thought'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-6468390662346600363</id><published>2010-08-22T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:59:59.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;how do u say it when you're not even allowed to give a hint?&lt;br /&gt;how do u quiet a heart that continually shouts his name?  &lt;br /&gt;how do u hug someone  when u can't even touch him?&lt;br /&gt;how do u say i love you without uttering a word?&lt;br /&gt;how do u act it out without scaring him away?&lt;br /&gt;how do u stop your heart from crying out everytime u see him?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BEATS ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-6468390662346600363?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/6468390662346600363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=6468390662346600363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6468390662346600363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6468390662346600363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/08/how.html' title='how?'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-7648788031269798691</id><published>2010-08-20T08:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T09:00:43.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i am affected and i miss him so much. i thought we're friends, how come we're not even talking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-7648788031269798691?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/7648788031269798691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=7648788031269798691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7648788031269798691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7648788031269798691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-affected-and-i-miss-him-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-7747251571417631133</id><published>2010-08-12T04:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T01:41:36.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ms bloopers</title><content type='html'>i commit lot of bloopers when i don't have enough sleep and here's one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hi ****! just can't help but notice that there seems to be that inexpressible discomfort between the two of us for the past few days... hope this sandwich will make up for my shortcomings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your breakfast! :-)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:36am of aug 13 (friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, all bloopers! but it's nothing, i'll be over it in no time at all. and come to think of it, i just noticed him when he started giving me attention (normal girl) and without it then he'll be back to being black &amp; white. but anyhow, i thank him for coloring my world even for a while. and if nothing else, he cut the ties that were holding me back from exploring new frontiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad he's courageous enough to come forward and discuss this with me. no harm done:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-7747251571417631133?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/7747251571417631133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=7747251571417631133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7747251571417631133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7747251571417631133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-do-lot-of-bloopers-when-i-dont-have.html' title='ms bloopers'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-8787271548279674082</id><published>2010-08-11T16:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:07:05.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>i treasure you because....&lt;br /&gt; &gt; we share the same faith&lt;br /&gt; &gt; we have the same FATHER&lt;br /&gt; &gt; i could talk to you about how wonderful our God is&lt;br /&gt; &gt; i love your child-like heart&lt;br /&gt; &gt; i admire your willingness to serve our Savior&lt;br /&gt; &gt; you could make me laugh&lt;br /&gt; &gt; you could make me smile&lt;br /&gt; &gt; you take "boring" out of everyday&lt;br /&gt; &gt; i love the way your eyes spark whenever you smile at me&lt;br /&gt; &gt; i like the way we make faces at each other instead of just smiling&lt;br /&gt; &gt; i love the way you texts/email me ( used to)&lt;br /&gt; &gt; u could make me submit to you&lt;br /&gt; &gt; i know i could trust you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and i know that the list could go on once i've gotten to know you better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-8787271548279674082?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/8787271548279674082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=8787271548279674082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8787271548279674082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8787271548279674082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/08/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-8544336983438750388</id><published>2010-08-11T15:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:42:04.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>proverbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://reallyrobins.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/fear-of-the-lord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://reallyrobins.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/fear-of-the-lord.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The whole book of Proverbs is about wisdom and how to make life work. The verse that struck me the most in chapter 1 though was verse 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge; fools despise wisdom and instruction"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse, in a way, summarizes the whole book of Proverbs. This book is about God's wisdom written in a way that we humans could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world's point of view, a fool is someone with low IQ or somebody who's way below average when it comes to intelligence but in a Biblical concept, it's anybody who ignores GOD's wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As humans, we often fall into doing the wrong things without even thinking of its consequences. And what's worse is when we keep on being wayward Christians, being complacent about the effects of our actions, we lose claim of GOD's promises and protection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;24 I called you so often, but you wouldn't come.&lt;br /&gt;      I reached out to you, but you paid no attention.&lt;br /&gt; 25 You ignored my advice&lt;br /&gt;      and rejected the correction I offered.&lt;br /&gt; 26 So I will laugh when you are in trouble!&lt;br /&gt;      I will mock you when disaster overtakes you&lt;br /&gt; 27 when calamity overtakes you like a storm,&lt;br /&gt;      when disaster engulfs you like a cyclone,&lt;br /&gt;      and anguish and distress overwhelm you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 28 When they cry for help, I will not answer.&lt;br /&gt;      Though they anxiously search for me, they will not find me.&lt;br /&gt; 29 For they hated knowledge&lt;br /&gt;      and chose not to fear the Lord.&lt;br /&gt; 30 They rejected my advice&lt;br /&gt;      and paid no attention when I corrected them.&lt;br /&gt; 31 Therefore, they must eat the bitter fruit of living their own way,&lt;br /&gt;      choking on their own schemes.&lt;br /&gt; 32 For simpletons turn away from me to death.&lt;br /&gt;      Fools are destroyed by their own complacency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But for those who listen to HIS instructions, HIS promise is this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;33 But all who listen to me will live in peace,&lt;br /&gt;      untroubled by fear of harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We all need to take GOD's hands and let HIM lead us to the right direction. For me, that's wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-8544336983438750388?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/8544336983438750388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=8544336983438750388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8544336983438750388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8544336983438750388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/08/proverbs-1.html' title='proverbs'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-7836004401640111075</id><published>2010-08-10T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:40:39.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss him and i feel like crying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-7836004401640111075?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/7836004401640111075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i see u almost everyday, how come i still miss u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-4660857053482313562?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/4660857053482313562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=4660857053482313562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/4660857053482313562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/4660857053482313562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-2473234852558292765</id><published>2010-08-08T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T17:26:24.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;watching/experiencing the unfolding of a story.... don't know the ending yet but i love playing the part coz i could see His hands in all the twists and turns. and even if it  doesn't end the way i want to, i would still be grateful for this experience. what an exciting GOD i have! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-2473234852558292765?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/2473234852558292765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=2473234852558292765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/2473234852558292765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/2473234852558292765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/08/plot.html' title='plot'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-4829929809408152846</id><published>2010-08-07T23:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:39:30.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've always thought that it's gonna be a big revelation but with the rate things are going it looks like it's gonna be more of an unfolding than a revelation. i'm excited... loving the twists and turns of the story that He has written specifically for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he who said that christianity is boring hasn't experienced my LORD yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-4829929809408152846?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/4829929809408152846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=4829929809408152846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/4829929809408152846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/4829929809408152846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-always-thought-that-its-gonna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-5310078564174236497</id><published>2010-08-06T08:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T08:52:24.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me to earth</title><content type='html'>i've misread him, glad i'm back to normal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-5310078564174236497?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/5310078564174236497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=5310078564174236497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/5310078564174236497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/5310078564174236497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-misread-him-glad-im-back-to-normal.html' title='me to earth'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-4354937444298062483</id><published>2010-08-05T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T17:06:55.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should i or should i not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;our old dg in church will have this thanksgiving gathering on saturday at the aic tower in ortigas, not sure if i can make it though. it actually makes me sad coz i really wanna be there. i wanna see the old dg members but for some can't-mention-here reason i won't be able to. this is one of those moments when i'm getting reminded of the reality of it all. it sucks but it's not all about me. i could go but i chose not to and that's my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-4354937444298062483?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/4354937444298062483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=4354937444298062483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/4354937444298062483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/4354937444298062483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/08/should-i-or-should-i-not.html' title='should i or should i not?'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-6774290120972752091</id><published>2010-08-02T11:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:22:11.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"since the heart is the womb of our character there are times when we need to guard it, lest things that have no business being inside break and enter. but there are also times when we need to give our heart away, releasing traits that need to be put to use for the good of others and to the glory of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray for God to give me the strength and wisdom to know when to release it. i want my heart to be free of any encumbrances. it's not as agile anymore. not as resilient as it used to be. i ought to be more careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though this guy really makes me happy and beaming i still don't know how he feels about me. it's scary and crazy to give my heart away this early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i want my heart to just stay with you, LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-XKxqqhOgVM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-XKxqqhOgVM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-6774290120972752091?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/6774290120972752091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=6774290120972752091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6774290120972752091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/6774290120972752091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/08/heart.html' title='the heart'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-8206918394497813642</id><published>2010-08-01T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T14:09:00.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GETTING TO KNOW EACH OTHER - Gerard Kenny</title><content type='html'>LAST SONG SYNDROME ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/3dhWRXXgAmE/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3dhWRXXgAmE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3dhWRXXgAmE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-8206918394497813642?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/8206918394497813642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=8206918394497813642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8206918394497813642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8206918394497813642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/08/getting-to-know-each-other-gerard-kenny.html' title='GETTING TO KNOW EACH OTHER - Gerard Kenny'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-8444312143532099248</id><published>2010-07-30T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T19:18:18.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anonymous no more :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i knew it! happy (misty-eyed even) to see u still reading my so-called-existence after all these years. i sure wanna hear from you when you're ready for it, no pressure! :-) i wanna know what's going on with u. i wanna hear the lessons u've learned, the dramas, joys.... everything! nothing would be too trivial. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, u keep on saying that i have a good heart. well, modesty aside... i also believe that i do but makes me wonder why 'he' (nobody in particular as of my writing this) couldn't see it. but maybe he did see it, it's just that he's not man enough to face up to whatever it is that comes with that good heart... ahhhh, the intricacies of a woman's heart. but GOD has me in HIS hands... i just have to wait and wait and wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know am not making much sense right now and it's 'cause i'm hurting, figuratively and literally. i have a terrible backache, don't know what happened but it started on my chest, got into my back and stayed there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my heart's also hurting, figuratively, that is. let's just say that i got carried away by the tide for some time but is now back ashore. that short stint though taught me,at the very least, that there are still lots of fish in the ocean. but this one that i've had a short encounter with needs a little tete a tete but am still thinking about it... i don't wanna scare the hell out of him ;-)he's hurt me, yes, but he also got me ready to love again, to be open to other possibilities. it could've been him though, sad he doesn't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night when i told him that my back hurts, i was hoping that he would at least show some care... to come near me and offer comfort but he never did. some guy friends, who are not even christians, offered comfort but not him. and that washed me back onshore. good thing it happened this early though, instead of having me float in the vast ocean of nothingness. i can't afford to wait that long anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, sorry for taking this all out on you. wish we could talk. btw, do u still blog? or have u ever blogged? sorry, it's been years and my memory's not that good anymore. if u do blog, mind giving me the link?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long, buddy! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-8444312143532099248?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/8444312143532099248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=8444312143532099248&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8444312143532099248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8444312143532099248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/07/david.html' title='anonymous no more :-)'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-8121880773155223036</id><published>2010-07-27T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:19:14.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>which Bible beauty am i?</title><content type='html'>You are Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;Wife of Abraham, the Father of All Nations.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is the Bible's legendary matriarch who gave&lt;br /&gt;birth though past the age of childbearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Abraham came to Egypt, the Egyptians saw&lt;br /&gt;that she was a very beautiful woman. Genesis 12:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyandthebible.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://beautyandthebible.com/whichbiblebeautyareyou/images/sarah_pq.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-8121880773155223036?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/8121880773155223036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=8121880773155223036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8121880773155223036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8121880773155223036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/07/which-bible-beauty-am-i.html' title='which Bible beauty am i?'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-8123073886804346946</id><published>2010-07-26T12:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:13:36.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing from the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it's really not for me, my heart's grieving. i can't stand having to wait for something that's so close and then not knowing whether i'm really waiting for something or it's just a pigment of my over active imagination. i can't stand another heartache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to just be still. being still doesn't mean that i've lost the feeling already, it just means that i'm not gonna have an active participation anymore until he has made his mind up already. and in case there's really nothing to decide on on his end, at least i've saved myself from investing too much of my emotions into something that's not even there in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've let myself go so easily... i shouldn't have gotten thrilled by the attention. it's nothing! that's the problem with christian guys, they're just too nice and women have this tendency to read something completely out of nothing. really, both sexes should be extra careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, DAD because i know that my heart's still in your mighty hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-8123073886804346946?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/8123073886804346946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=8123073886804346946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8123073886804346946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8123073886804346946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/07/writing-from-heart.html' title='writing from the heart'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-7939333293606402649</id><published>2010-07-23T18:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T12:12:54.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;yeah, been a little chatty lately and 'anonymous', thanks for the comment on my previous post. really makes me wonder who you really are. am not sure but you could be david, an old friend from ohio. :-) am i right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, writing this before leaving for work. my heart's soaring but i want God to keep it in His palms until it's already time to let it fly. i'm scared. i want this to go somewhere, yes, but on the other hand i am kinda scared because i'm not used to it anymore. i'm so used on being alone, doing my own thing and making decisions without consulting anyone but if all that's gonna change... so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll let GOD decide... this might not even go anywhere. come what may, i am happy. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-7939333293606402649?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/7939333293606402649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=7939333293606402649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7939333293606402649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7939333293606402649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-hey.html' title='hey hey'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-5007332931209372264</id><published>2010-07-21T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:37:46.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do i want it to be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a lull, complete halt or, hoping against hope, an inception? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much as i don't want to admit it, it raised my hopes but it's good that it's stopped even before it began. it's not that it's wrong but i don't wanna go through the same feeling again. so, after all the excitements and playbacks... i'm still alone. they ought to be more careful with our hearts. women are differently wired than men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an ex got in touch with me just today saying sorry for all the times that he's hurt me. goodness! it's been more than a decade ago, he should get over it. but it's good to talk to him again without the bitterness and all. there are a lot of closures happening in my life lately. it also included i being able to forgive my mom completely. am i dying?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-5007332931209372264?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/5007332931209372264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=5007332931209372264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/5007332931209372264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/5007332931209372264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-do-i-want-it-to-be.html' title='what do i want it to be?'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-8521623845930144953</id><published>2010-07-20T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:06:35.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fluctuating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;missing my white noise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever had that feeling of wanting something so much when it's not there but then not knowing what to do with it once it's already within your reach? been feeling that way for weeks now. i don't know how it started, it just crept into my system. one day i just woke up and kaboom, i've been hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly grins, sparkling eyes, endless playbacks, and the sort of walking on air feeling... arrrrgh! aren't i too old for this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-8521623845930144953?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/8521623845930144953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=8521623845930144953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8521623845930144953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8521623845930144953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/07/fluctuating.html' title='fluctuating'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-357689492429061655</id><published>2010-07-19T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:28:08.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;life's busy and GOD's been so gracious, merciful and faithful... there's really no reason to cry. not that i'm asking for problem or for GOD to give me something to cry about but i do miss that soul cleansing water of life = tears. crying makes u wanna crawl in bed and just talk to GOD. tears remind u that u've got a soul and a heart. tears refresh ur inner being. it makes u feel human. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for sure i don't need sorrowful tears for me to stay in touch with my heart, GOD could cook up events in my life to make me feel that. for now i wanna make joyful noises in praise of my SAVIOR!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-357689492429061655?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/357689492429061655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=357689492429061655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/357689492429061655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/357689492429061655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/07/miss-crying.html' title='miss crying'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-5938149888915488356</id><published>2010-07-12T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:04:26.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closures</title><content type='html'>just got home from having dinner with 2 good friends, it was an emergency dinner coz of an event that happened last night. GOD has replaced the comma with a period .  GOD's closing old chapters of our lives already, what happened to her also happened to me... C-L-O-S-U-R-E. it's sad but it's high time for us to say goodbye to those long gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my closure happened couple of weeks ago, i think. i've been praying for some clarity for the past month or so already and the answer came when i saw him accidentally. right there and then GOD gave me a clear answer, it's time to move on already. and it's actually freeing! i didn't even cry. what i had was just an illusion, he's not a beacon at all! i put him on a pedestal when in fact he didn't even treat me like a bro in Christ should. i fell in love with his profession, his mission and my idea of what a missionary should be like. i'm really glad that i'm over it now. i hope my friend would feel the same. the guy just used her as his emotional whore and i'm just glad that he's now gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what's in store for us? not sure but one thing i know, GOD is moving. HE's got something exciting planned. can't wait for that plan to come into fruition. but for now i'm willing to wait for THE ONE, i just hope he's just around the bend. i don't know who's it gonna be yet, he may not even be my idea of what i want but i'm open to possibilities. i just wanna feel treasured, cherished and loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what would make me feel loved? &lt;br /&gt;&gt; service&lt;br /&gt;&gt; gifts&lt;br /&gt;&gt; words of affirmation/appreciation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a wonderful GOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-5938149888915488356?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/5938149888915488356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=5938149888915488356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/5938149888915488356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/5938149888915488356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/07/closures.html' title='closures'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-913190377817827306</id><published>2010-07-11T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:26:19.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a really hectic day; went to church after work, met up with my dgroup and with a real estate broker afterwards then went shopping and met up with a friend after and then shopping again. spent a lot also :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self; just let things take its natural course&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-913190377817827306?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/913190377817827306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=913190377817827306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/913190377817827306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/913190377817827306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-really-hectic-day-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-1424229232541769369</id><published>2010-07-04T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T10:25:31.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more blessings</title><content type='html'>busy, busy, busy.... i just wanna stay home but couldn't. lots of demands from the outside world. yesterday i went to a wedding and child dedication and today i would visit a friend in the hospital and give some moral and monetary assistance. GOD really took me seriously when i told HIM that i wanna be a channel of HIS blessing and now i am being stretched. i'm not a natural giver, it requires a whole lot of grace from GOD for me to be able to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i thank HIM for giving me the ability to earn and for not being the one on the other side of the fence... the one needing help. but one thing i've learned, you can't really outgive GOD. HE will give u more and more blessings if you know how to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-1424229232541769369?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/1424229232541769369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=1424229232541769369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/1424229232541769369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/1424229232541769369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-blessings.html' title='more blessings'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-3807357550459598699</id><published>2010-07-03T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:13:41.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>longings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i don't believe in coincidences. yesterday i was supposed to meet up with a friend in shangri-la for late lunch and then meet up with another set of friends for dinner later that night. but i ended up meeting with the first friend in rockwell instead. and because of that my heart ended up walking all over the place. has something changed? i think so, it's now time for CLOSURE! yes,i don't want a german jacket anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD wants me to finish this chapter of my life already. it wasn't that clear before but after yesterday it's now as clear as daylight. sad but that's life. we don't always get what we crave for because often what we crave for isn't what we really need. looking back, i just fell for a dream. i put it on a pedestal that i failed to see the reality of it all. but i'm now ok. God could see my beginning to my end and there's no need to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friend i was with yesterday has a different type of longing. i didn't see how intense it was until i saw her cry. GOD gave us these longings for a reason, HE wants us to cling to HIM. we may or may not get what we long for but HE is still faithful. good thing that this life doesn't end here... there's a hereafter and there we will be completely happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-3807357550459598699?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/3807357550459598699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=3807357550459598699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3807357550459598699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3807357550459598699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-believe-in-coincidences.html' title='longings'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-5284159484274458235</id><published>2010-07-01T11:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:51:01.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my tombstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/111622/2/istockphoto_111622-blank-tombstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/111622/2/istockphoto_111622-blank-tombstone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"had DIED UNAPPRECIATED"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-5284159484274458235?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/5284159484274458235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=5284159484274458235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/5284159484274458235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/5284159484274458235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-tombstone.html' title='my tombstone'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-8251728144634524557</id><published>2010-06-28T08:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T08:44:57.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my amazing DAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we've been discussing GOD as our FATHER in both my discipleship group and small group. it's really good to be reminded of who HE is and what kind of FATHER he really is if we would only give HIM a chance to be such to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't grow up with an earthly father because mine died when i was just 12. my lolo (grandpa) was my picture of a dad when he was still alive. my lolo was a good provider but you would never hear a good word from him. his idea of encouragement was different, he would put you down and mock you just to make you stronger. he was sweet but still with a touch of mockery. and i think he never believed that i could be a somebody. that i could reach the point wherein i would be able to tend for myself. good thing my heavenly FATHER took over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i met my heavenly DAD things took a different turn. HE gave me hope and a future. HE's let me accomplish things that i could never do without HIS intervention. and i began to believe in me. i begun to see things differently. without HIM i don't know where i would be now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, HE is indeed amazing! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-8251728144634524557?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/8251728144634524557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=8251728144634524557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8251728144634524557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8251728144634524557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-amazing-dad.html' title='my amazing DAD'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-3245553977381183430</id><published>2010-06-21T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T18:15:58.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updating</title><content type='html'>wow, i haven't written for so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are okay, that's why. work's fine, family's ok and so is my spiritual life. i've brought new people to church and our saturday small group at work's growing. GOD's really amazing, HE indeed knows where to bring me. we just have to trust in HIM more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda excited about a couple of things right now, still early to talk about it though. first one's kinda personal and the other one, material blessing. God's indeed awesome! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-3245553977381183430?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/3245553977381183430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=3245553977381183430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3245553977381183430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3245553977381183430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/06/updating.html' title='updating'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-1587440366273863970</id><published>2010-04-26T06:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T06:23:25.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a couples world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i was at the mall yesterday wanting to buy a new wrist watch. i visited lots of stores but finally found something i really want in Guess but guess what?! u can't buy it unless you buy its partner, yeah it's a his and hers set of watches. i asked if there's anything that at least resembles that watch... NADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't this world make it a little bit easier for us singles?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-1587440366273863970?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/1587440366273863970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=1587440366273863970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/1587440366273863970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/1587440366273863970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-couples-world.html' title='it&apos;s a couples world!'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-9039180952293169326</id><published>2010-04-03T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:50:39.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;scared to go out on a limb but i think i should really do it. i'm about to start a small group in church, which i think has been long overdue, if only i could get my act together. i don't wanna influence those people's lives in a negative way. it's a big responsibility and whole lot of inconvenience for me. but if i really wanna serve the Lord in full time ministry later on then this will be a good training ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-9039180952293169326?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/9039180952293169326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=9039180952293169326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/9039180952293169326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/9039180952293169326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/04/scared.html' title='scared'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-448256220488823547</id><published>2010-04-01T14:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:07:23.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i don't know what i've done for him to hate me that much. can't we even be friends? well, if he doesn't want to then fine. and besides he's hurt me enough already for me to finally delete him from my ym list. he's not worth it. he's just a pretty face and i can't let him hurt me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one stressor less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-448256220488823547?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/448256220488823547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=448256220488823547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/448256220488823547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/448256220488823547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunset.html' title='sunset'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-3923826654369119158</id><published>2010-03-28T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:39:36.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when answers aren&apos;t enough'/><title type='text'>when answers won't come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bt7WwqXJj7M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bt7WwqXJj7M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be times when prayers won't be answered and times when God will say no to my most ardent requests but in times like these it's good to know that He's just there to comfort me. it may not make sense but i know that His heart is good and that things happen, or not happen, for a reason. having HIM is comforting indeed.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-3923826654369119158?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/3923826654369119158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=3923826654369119158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3923826654369119158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3923826654369119158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-answers-wont-come.html' title='when answers won&apos;t come'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-8633039049698360056</id><published>2010-03-10T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:44:34.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouchie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things.” Colossians 3:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so they're into "it" already. it hurts alright but somehow i am still thankful that i didn't go there. but still i can't help but wonder what it's like to be there. but i should stop mulling about it, it's of no use. i know God will honor my obedience somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's still ouchie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-8633039049698360056?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/8633039049698360056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=8633039049698360056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8633039049698360056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8633039049698360056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/03/ouchie.html' title='ouchie'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-7439734569041918383</id><published>2010-03-08T13:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:48:52.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bruised</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2 Corinthians 4:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have had major/minor accidents last week and this is one of the results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMbM9Oi3gKw/S5SMLGIXZqI/AAAAAAAADpg/AgzSvbpfcbQ/s1600-h/bruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMbM9Oi3gKw/S5SMLGIXZqI/AAAAAAAADpg/AgzSvbpfcbQ/s200/bruise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446131971649922722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; can u tell where that bruise is? :-( but i now know what God's been telling me... and it is to just hold on to HIM. this life has many ups and downs but i'm just glad to know that i won't be here for eternity. that even if i live a hundred yrs in this planet it's still just a dot compared to the whole eternity that i'm gonna be spending with HIM, perfect body and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-7439734569041918383?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/7439734569041918383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=7439734569041918383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7439734569041918383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7439734569041918383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/03/bruised.html' title='bruised'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMbM9Oi3gKw/S5SMLGIXZqI/AAAAAAAADpg/AgzSvbpfcbQ/s72-c/bruise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-997748424800442005</id><published>2010-03-05T12:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:55:18.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;during my early teens i had this big crush on someone from our hometown and that crush lasted for years but i never got to talk to him. he was a family friend but we never really talked. we just watched each other and that's all there is to it. and several years forward, we finally got to talk. he's now in his 40s, i think, and we talked as if we've been friends. funny how i've changed. used to be this shy teen-ager, opinionated and yet still shy. now, i still have my insecurities reason why i act weird at times but i think i've mastered it already and people now find me witty/funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i've evolved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-997748424800442005?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/997748424800442005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=997748424800442005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/997748424800442005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/997748424800442005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/03/during-my-early-teens-i-had-this-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-6616071365696286072</id><published>2010-03-01T10:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:07:15.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jumbled thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i don't know what to call it, should i say things are not the same as before anymore or reality's finally taking over? hmmmmm..... life's not easy. most times i don't know anymore why things has to happen the way they do but i trust my LORD. i know HE won't do anything without any reason at all. but what's the reason behind these falls? it's becoming much too frequent and i'm starting to get scared already. what's the message behind all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i just stop? but i'm not the type who easily gives up. i don't wanna succumb to defeat but if i combat my fears and go on, does it automatically mean victory? isn't it called wisdom to know when to stop and when to go on? so what now; victory or wisdom? waaaaaaaaaah!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-6616071365696286072?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-3322950973291988664</id><published>2010-02-21T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:51:00.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love sundays</title><content type='html'>it's been a great and productive day. had 4hrs of rest day OT last night but went home before 5am. went to church this morning, small group with the girls afterwards and then PT session right after. excited about it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday we had a christian film showing right after work. planned it with joey but i really felt bad that i wasn't able to help him much. will make it up to him next saturday as we start the ETD session. praying for a receptive heart for the attendees. and in preparation for this our small group's simulating the ETD sessions, it's a good learning experience because we get to at least predict the what-would-be-questions. of course u can never be prepared enough, we should just do our best and leave the rest to GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-3322950973291988664?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/3322950973291988664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=3322950973291988664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3322950973291988664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3322950973291988664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-sundays.html' title='love sundays'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-1129423905625053150</id><published>2010-02-16T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:00:03.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;crazy to want u like this. my heart's grieving. i seldom feel like this but that's how i exactly feel right now. i wanna be seen, heard, treasured. is that too much to ask for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-1129423905625053150?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-1120010051993695323</id><published>2010-02-11T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:50:53.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;this has been the 3rd or 4th month that i've been feeling like this and it's getting scary already. last night i wasn't able to go to work because of it. yeah, i know i need to manage my time properly and do the sessions often. doing it once a week just won't do, it has to be more regular than that. but how do i do that? life's already so full and i'm even planning to join 2 more programs. the hours just weren't enough to do all the things that i wanna do. i wanna volunteer in our street kids ministry in church again and also join this program that i've been putting off for months already. so, which one should i do first? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting up with a dear friend for dinner tonight. when i got invited i knew it's gonna be a talk about something important, could it be it? looking forward to having a one on one talk, it's been long overdue.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-1120010051993695323?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/1120010051993695323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=1120010051993695323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/1120010051993695323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/1120010051993695323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/02/sl.html' title='SL'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-8974271161038516055</id><published>2010-02-05T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:20:00.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hypocrisy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i don't know what to call it but sometimes it feels like i'm leading a double life. i sometimes say things that's so not me. well, it's not that i'm doing something that's really bad, i could say it yes but that's all there is to it...mere words! but of course that's not an excuse coz nothing unclean should come out of my mouth. GOD's been working on me when it comes to this and i'm glad to say that i've stayed on course for more than a month already. i don't wanna be tempted again and it's good that i don't see him anymore. keep it at that, Lord. pls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-8974271161038516055?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/8974271161038516055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=8974271161038516055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8974271161038516055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8974271161038516055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/02/hypocrisy.html' title='hypocrisy?'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-713182861278359923</id><published>2010-01-22T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:43:43.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grace</title><content type='html'>feeling a little bit better now physically but i still need to see a doc, i could feel that something's wrong with me. but what i'm loving now is the restored intimacy with my Savior. i just love talking and listening to Him, nothing could beat that feeling. and as i've said before and will continuously say in the future, "just give me Jesus and i'll be alright". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i tend to doubt God. i sometimes doubt if the things i believe in are all true and if it's all worth it, but when i take a good look at my life and how He's kept me all these years, how He's changed me and continually changing me i know in my heart of hearts that it's all true and it's more than worth it. there's nothing in this life worth exchanging my Jesus for. yeah, we may say that we don't do that but our choices in life show just how easy it was to exchange Him for something without even being aware of it. i am guilty of that and praying and hoping to be less and less guilty of it as time goes by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-713182861278359923?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/713182861278359923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=713182861278359923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/713182861278359923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/713182861278359923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/01/grace.html' title='grace'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-1302356626715627203</id><published>2010-01-19T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:03:47.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me, negative?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i am literally hurting all over that i wanna quit already, i'm tired. but God has given me the spirit of a fighter that just wanna keep on and also i don't have that luxury, i just can't quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people who'd hear this would of course deem me as being negative again. they just don't know how big a spirit and amount of positivism it require to be like me. i am so tired already, is it bad to say that when it's the truth? when it's how i really feel? but in times like this i could feel God touching me, had i not been a Christian i would have given up a long time ago already. but He's there. He's my fortress, my hiding place, my anchor. Oh, how i praise You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-1302356626715627203?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/1302356626715627203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=1302356626715627203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/1302356626715627203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/1302356626715627203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-negative.html' title='me, negative?'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-1409759354765891865</id><published>2010-01-01T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:43:40.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;time for the year-end review... so, how was my 2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year that's just gone out was a trying one but all throughout those trying moments i still saw God's hands moving. He remained faithful despite my unfaithfulness, lack of faith and disobedience. yeah He stayed faithful but what i've missed the most is the intimacy that we used to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what caused it to go? constant disobedience and my lack of time with Him. yeah, i still go to church and all but somehow i took my personal relationship with Him for granted. we've stopped talking so i've stopped hearing and listening. and i wanna rectify that this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;career wise, though there were constant struggles it looks like God wants me to stay with my present employer. in almost 2 yrs that i've been here i was able to bring colleagues to church and that's one of the things that i thank God for. i wanna bring more souls to Christ this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelife? did it my way and i'm not proud of it. i wanna go back to where i was when God and i were still so intimate with each other. no man could ever fill the space that's meant just for Him. and what i wanna do this year is to leave all those baggages behind and go back to the Lover of my soul. i am happier with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna be a better year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-1409759354765891865?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/1409759354765891865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=1409759354765891865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/1409759354765891865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/1409759354765891865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-in-review.html' title='2009 in review'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-8661002075144070207</id><published>2009-12-25T06:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T07:04:43.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;how long have i been with YOU? years! and it's been the most glorious years of my life; full of ups and downs but joyful nevertheless. i get frustrated and disappointed with YOU and i know that YOU're doubly disappointed at me but despite it all i'm 101% sure that YOU still love me. i am sorry that i don't talk to YOU as much as i should, that i disobey YOU most of the time. sorry for taking YOU for granted knowing that YOU'll just be there no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really thank YOU for being so patient and forgiving. thanks because i know at the end of the day YOU'll be there. thanks for YOUR presence in my life... without YOU everything would be empty and i won't be able to do this thing called "life". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, my JESUS and Happy Birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-8661002075144070207?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/8661002075144070207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=8661002075144070207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8661002075144070207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/8661002075144070207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-relationship.html' title='our relationship'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-28817105354069734</id><published>2009-12-13T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:41:52.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>so how have i been? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dissatisfied with work already. i do like my company but not the project that i'm currently on. i wanna be transferred to a different project but HR won't let me and it sucks.tired of doing this type of job already, i wanna break free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-28817105354069734?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/28817105354069734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=28817105354069734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/28817105354069734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/28817105354069734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2009/12/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-808988420211397533</id><published>2009-11-10T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:50:24.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard-headed me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i know so well that it's for my good if i spend time with you and obey your will in my life. i know it not just based on other people's experiences nor was it just because i've read it somewhere, i knew it based on my experiences with u. how u've carried me through, how life's much too peaceful when everything's ok with us. but why do i still wander away from you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-808988420211397533?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/808988420211397533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=808988420211397533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/808988420211397533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/808988420211397533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2009/11/hard-headed-me.html' title='hard-headed me'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-44291670999112750</id><published>2009-10-30T07:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:31:31.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>so i'm staying with my company but transferring to a different account. YEY! sick &amp; tired of my current account already, soooooo stressful. i promise to do better on this one. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-44291670999112750?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/44291670999112750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=44291670999112750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/44291670999112750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/44291670999112750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-3066558248533068838</id><published>2009-10-02T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:48:52.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a rainbow within the storm</title><content type='html'>it's been a decade, give or take, that we haven't been hit by flood so we're really not prepared for it. well, nobody could ever prepare for something that's as big as this. in fact this calamity's been an equalizer of social status, both rich and poor were affected by the said flooding. it's all over the metro and some provinces nationwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got out of the office when the heavy rain started falling so i decided to just go to starbucks with 2 of my colleagues to while away the time but it never stopped falling. so come 11am we decided to go to the nearest mall and stayed there till evening. since i couldn't go home anymore decided to spend the night at a friend's condo. went to church in the morning and was finally able to go home in the afternoon. what welcomed me was beyond description, my room's in complete chaos. but through it all i didn't feel bad, i know God has a reason for all these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-3066558248533068838?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/3066558248533068838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=3066558248533068838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3066558248533068838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3066558248533068838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2009/10/rainbow-within-storm.html' title='a rainbow within the storm'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-7604882286458417145</id><published>2009-09-24T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:54:43.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>auf wiedersehen...Bis ich Sie wieder sehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;back... haven't been updating much lately because i'm so busy living life. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm now ??! and actually got a bit shock when my period became erratic these past 2 months. am i nearing menopause? it's a scary thought, actually. not just because i still wanna have kid/s of my own but it's a big wake-up call that i'm really not young anymore. with that thought in mind, i'm actually thinking of adopting a baby already. should i or should i not? it'll be a big responsibility, i know but when will i start? when i'm already in my 40s? it's in my prayer lists.... i wanna make sure that it is within the LORD's will for me to take in another life into my so-called existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the LORD has been doing things in my heart lately and if things keep at its course i will be totally free from years of bondage. and this i've learned, bondage doesn't mean you're addicted to something that is bad... it could actually take the form of holiness or something that "U THINK" will be good for u, but of course our FATHER knows best. that's why it took me years to get over it, because i thought that that's the best thing that could happen to me. but i have to let go of that thought. i have to tell myself that maybe there's something better than what i thought is best for me. our LORD can give me another story that is also pretty interesting to tell over and over again. that's what i want, LORD... a beautiful story, something that u Yourself had written. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it actually feels good to let go of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-7604882286458417145?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/7604882286458417145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=7604882286458417145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7604882286458417145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7604882286458417145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2009/09/auf-wiedersehenbis-ich-sie-wieder-sehe.html' title='auf wiedersehen...Bis ich Sie wieder sehe'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-5112448042854521218</id><published>2009-09-03T17:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:57:04.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIS guidance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Thus says the LORD, your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel, "I am the LORD your God, who teaches you to profit, Who leads you in the way you should go.” (Isaiah 48:17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so true... just when i thought i'm already out there and sailing away from what is real, HE rescued me and led me back to the right direction. it's been a rough ride, it still is, but HE's with me and i'm sure HE'll carry me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mini retreat i've had with my friends helped a lot. their lives are good example how great our GOD is and that i shouldn't trade HIM with something that is too temporal. i wanna reclaim my post in GOD's army and fight this battle that had so easily entangled me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some might ask, what for? why not enjoy life and make the most of what's in front of u? had i not known CHRIST and HIS goodness, love, mercy and grace i might have done just that... but since my eyes had been opened already, i know that there's more to life than temporary pleasures. there's more to life than money, relationship and fame. we're not meant to live here forever. this is just a fraction, even less, of eternity. so the life that will come after this is what we should prepare for... this world is just our training ground. nothing of what we have here will last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-5112448042854521218?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/5112448042854521218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=5112448042854521218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/5112448042854521218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/5112448042854521218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2009/09/his-guidance.html' title='HIS guidance'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-7552540079654751765</id><published>2009-08-15T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T16:45:51.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;could it be i'm falling in love? NO! i don't wanna be in that boat again. i don't want my emotions to take control of me. i wanna be free from that debilitating feeling. i'm scared. i'm sad. here i go again! SEE?! i don't want that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-7552540079654751765?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/7552540079654751765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=7552540079654751765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7552540079654751765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/7552540079654751765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm....'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-3107894343643489019</id><published>2009-07-31T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:24:29.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When God Made You</title><content type='html'>It's always been a mystery to me&lt;br /&gt;How two hearts can come together&lt;br /&gt;And love can last forever&lt;br /&gt;But now that I have found you, I believe&lt;br /&gt;That a miracle has come&lt;br /&gt;When God sends the perfect one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now gone are all my questions about why&lt;br /&gt;And I've never been so sure of anything in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what God was thinking&lt;br /&gt;When He created you&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if He knew everything I would need&lt;br /&gt;Because He made all my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;When God made you&lt;br /&gt;He must have been thinking about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that wherever you may go&lt;br /&gt;Wherever life may lead you&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart I'll be there too&lt;br /&gt;From this moment on I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I'll let nothing come between us&lt;br /&gt;I'll love what ever you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made the sun He made the moon&lt;br /&gt;to harmonise in perfect tune&lt;br /&gt;One can't move without the other&lt;br /&gt;They just have to be together&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I know it's true&lt;br /&gt;You're for me and I'm for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause my world just can't be right&lt;br /&gt;Without you in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what God was thinking&lt;br /&gt;When He created you&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if He knew everything I would need&lt;br /&gt;Because He made all my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;He must have heard every prayer I've been praying&lt;br /&gt;Yes, He knew everything I would need&lt;br /&gt;When God made you&lt;br /&gt;When dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;When God made you&lt;br /&gt;He must have been thinking about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; may i always be reminded of this song... for me not to keep on repeating the same mistake over and over again, it's tiring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-3107894343643489019?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/3107894343643489019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=3107894343643489019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3107894343643489019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/3107894343643489019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-god-made-you.html' title='When God Made You'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457875686476123307.post-1312006657445480573</id><published>2009-07-27T06:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:59:52.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my beacon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i bumped into someone yesterday, someone who has caused me lots of sleepless nights and ire in the past. but those feelings had already disappeared years ago and so when she approached me yesterday i felt sheer delight in seeing her again especially upon knowing that she's already getting married. it would've been nice if we could linger and talk but she's got plans already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i of course told Schatz about bumping into her but then we didn't talk much about her. u know what, whenever i talk to Schatz it's a totally different feeling. without him in my life i wouldn't even know how to start extracting myself out from the mess i would've gotten myself into. i told him he's my beacon and he didn't refute it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457875686476123307-1312006657445480573?l=passingphases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/feeds/1312006657445480573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457875686476123307&amp;postID=1312006657445480573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/1312006657445480573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457875686476123307/posts/default/1312006657445480573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passingphases.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-beacon.html' title='my beacon'/><author><name>Muser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
