<?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-1693327178715554262</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:30:55.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"vale of tears"</title><subtitle type='html'>Vale of tears is a phrase based upon the Christian religion that refers to Earthly sorrows that are to be left behind when one enters heaven. "Vale" means a valley or a dale. The phrase comes from the prayer Salve Regina: "To you do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this vale of tears." The expression hearkens to Psalm 23's reference to the valley of the shadow of death: the phrase implies that the wickedness of the world makes it dark and reprieve comes only from divine salvation.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558179680884091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SYqHAqsL2yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BF-0-geIzNY/S220/1_138070200m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693327178715554262.post-3883643030634872392</id><published>2010-07-13T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:13:50.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>views2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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To do so, add a text box to the form and name it txtTotal. Then, add the following code to your form’s Current event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Form_Current()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.RecordsetClone.MoveLast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me![txtTotal] = Me.RecordsetClone.RecordCount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Microsoft Access Visual Basic code demonstrates several different forms of field validation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Checking if the date entered is after today’s date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Date_Entered_AfterUpdate()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Me.Date_Entered&amp;gt;date() then&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ‘ Date_Entered is form field name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msgbox “Please enter a date less than or equal to today’s date.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.Date_Entered.setfocus&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ‘ set cursor back in the date field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Check to see if the difference between two date fields is greater than 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Date_Entered_AfterUpdate()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If datediff(‘d’, Me.Date_Received,Me.Date_Entered) &amp;gt; 30 then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msgbox “Warning: The date received is more than 30 days ” &amp;amp; _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“past Date Entered, please verify.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Check to see if a name already exists in a table.&amp;nbsp; This example demonstrates a highly compressed method of programming, which I hope you would never use (we don’t).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Emp_Name_AfterUpdate()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Nz(DLookup(“Emp_Name”, “Employees”, “Emp_Name=’” &amp;amp; _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.Emp_Name &amp;amp; “‘”), “zzzz”) &amp;lt;&amp;gt; “zzzz” Then MsgBox &amp;amp; _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That name already exists in the employee table.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘ note that the two lines above actually need to be on one line to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODES TO TRAP DUPLICATE ENTRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Put this codes in&amp;nbsp; the beforeupdate event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Private Sub strStudentNumber_BeforeUpdate(Cancel As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;'*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Code sample courtesy of srfreeman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dim SID As String&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dim stLinkCriteria As String&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dim rsc As DAO.Recordset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Set rsc = Me.RecordsetClone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SID = Me.strStudentNumber.Value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; stLinkCriteria = "[strStudentNumber]=" &amp;amp; "'" &amp;amp; SID &amp;amp; "'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Check StudentDetails table for duplicate StudentNumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If DCount("strStudentNumber", "tblStudentDetails", _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; stLinkCriteria) &amp;gt; 0 Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Undo duplicate entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me.Undo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Message box warning of duplication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; MsgBox "Warning Student Number " _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; SID &amp;amp; " has already been entered." _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; vbCr &amp;amp; vbCr &amp;amp; "You will now been taken to the record.", _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vbInformation, "Duplicate Information"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Go to record of original Student Number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; rsc.FindFirst stLinkCriteria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me.Bookmark = rsc.Bookmark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; End If&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Set rsc = Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when we attempt to enter a duplicate Student Number, we are presented with the following message box:&lt;br /&gt;Warning message when attempting to enter a duplicate record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we click the OK, the duplicate record is undone, and we are taken to the Student that we tried to duplicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Update Event — Event Procedures Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘ this codes use to validate due_date or any other date validation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Date_Due_BeforeUpdate(Cancel As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Date_Due &amp;lt; Date + 15 Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MsgBox ” Date is incorrect. Please reenter”, vbOKOnly + vbExclamation, “Error”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancel = True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cancle = False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End If&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KeyPress Event — Event Procedures Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following example converts text entered in a text box to uppercase as the text is typed in, one character at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try the example, add the following event procedure to a form that contains a text box named MI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub MI_KeyPress(KeyAscii As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dim strCharacter As String&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Convert ANSI value to character string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; strCharacter = Chr(KeyAscii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Convert character to upper case, then to ANSI value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; KeyAscii = Asc(UCase(strCharacter))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KeyPreview Property Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the following example, the KeyPreview property is set to True (–1) in the form’s Load event procedure. This causes the form to receive keyboard events before they are received by any control. The form KeyDown event then checks the KeyCode argument value to determine if the F2, F3, or F4 keys were pushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Form_Load()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me.KeyPreview = True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Form_KeyDown(KeyCode As Integer, Shift As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Select Case KeyCode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Case vbKeyF2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Process F2 key events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Case vbKeyF3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Process F3 key events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Case vbKeyF4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Process F4 key events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Case Else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; End Select&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Codes to trap character entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub IDNUMBER_KeyPress(KeyAscii As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;Select Case KeyAscii&lt;br /&gt;‘ 65 To 90 and 97 To 122: These are all alphas, upper and lowercase&lt;br /&gt;‘ 8 Backspace, 9 Tab Key, 32 Space Key&lt;br /&gt;Case 1 To 64, 111 To 8, 9, 32&lt;br /&gt;‘Case 65 To 90, 97 To 122, 8, 9, 32&lt;br /&gt;Case Else&lt;br /&gt;‘Setting KeyAscii to zero cancels the key input&lt;br /&gt;KeyAscii = 1&lt;br /&gt;MsgBox “Only numbers are allowed&amp;nbsp; for this entry!”, vbOKOnly + vbCritical, “System Message”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Select&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693327178715554262-7801056965654925801?l=xtinemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/feeds/7801056965654925801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693327178715554262&amp;postID=7801056965654925801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/7801056965654925801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/7801056965654925801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/2010/01/codes_3792.html' title='codes'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558179680884091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SYqHAqsL2yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BF-0-geIzNY/S220/1_138070200m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693327178715554262.post-2706853440431482158</id><published>2010-01-24T20:31:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:31:47.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>codes</title><content type='html'>TRACK ALL THE RECORDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to inhibit the navigation buttons on an Access form, you can still track the total number of records in the underlying recordset. To do so, add a text box to the form and name it txtTotal. Then, add the following code to your form’s Current event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Form_Current()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.RecordsetClone.MoveLast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me![txtTotal] = Me.RecordsetClone.RecordCount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Microsoft Access Visual Basic code demonstrates several different forms of field validation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Checking if the date entered is after today’s date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Date_Entered_AfterUpdate()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Me.Date_Entered&amp;gt;date() then&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ‘ Date_Entered is form field name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msgbox “Please enter a date less than or equal to today’s date.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.Date_Entered.setfocus&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ‘ set cursor back in the date field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Check to see if the difference between two date fields is greater than 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Date_Entered_AfterUpdate()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If datediff(‘d’, Me.Date_Received,Me.Date_Entered) &amp;gt; 30 then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msgbox “Warning: The date received is more than 30 days ” &amp;amp; _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“past Date Entered, please verify.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Check to see if a name already exists in a table.&amp;nbsp; This example demonstrates a highly compressed method of programming, which I hope you would never use (we don’t).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Emp_Name_AfterUpdate()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Nz(DLookup(“Emp_Name”, “Employees”, “Emp_Name=’” &amp;amp; _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.Emp_Name &amp;amp; “‘”), “zzzz”) &amp;lt;&amp;gt; “zzzz” Then MsgBox &amp;amp; _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That name already exists in the employee table.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘ note that the two lines above actually need to be on one line to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODES TO TRAP DUPLICATE ENTRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Put this codes in&amp;nbsp; the beforeupdate event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Private Sub strStudentNumber_BeforeUpdate(Cancel As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;'*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Code sample courtesy of srfreeman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dim SID As String&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dim stLinkCriteria As String&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dim rsc As DAO.Recordset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Set rsc = Me.RecordsetClone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SID = Me.strStudentNumber.Value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; stLinkCriteria = "[strStudentNumber]=" &amp;amp; "'" &amp;amp; SID &amp;amp; "'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Check StudentDetails table for duplicate StudentNumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If DCount("strStudentNumber", "tblStudentDetails", _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; stLinkCriteria) &amp;gt; 0 Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Undo duplicate entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me.Undo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Message box warning of duplication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; MsgBox "Warning Student Number " _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; SID &amp;amp; " has already been entered." _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; vbCr &amp;amp; vbCr &amp;amp; "You will now been taken to the record.", _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vbInformation, "Duplicate Information"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Go to record of original Student Number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; rsc.FindFirst stLinkCriteria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me.Bookmark = rsc.Bookmark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; End If&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Set rsc = Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when we attempt to enter a duplicate Student Number, we are presented with the following message box:&lt;br /&gt;Warning message when attempting to enter a duplicate record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we click the OK, the duplicate record is undone, and we are taken to the Student that we tried to duplicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Update Event — Event Procedures Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘ this codes use to validate due_date or any other date validation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Date_Due_BeforeUpdate(Cancel As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Date_Due &amp;lt; Date + 15 Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MsgBox ” Date is incorrect. Please reenter”, vbOKOnly + vbExclamation, “Error”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancel = True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cancle = False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End If&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KeyPress Event — Event Procedures Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following example converts text entered in a text box to uppercase as the text is typed in, one character at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try the example, add the following event procedure to a form that contains a text box named MI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub MI_KeyPress(KeyAscii As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dim strCharacter As String&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Convert ANSI value to character string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; strCharacter = Chr(KeyAscii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Convert character to upper case, then to ANSI value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; KeyAscii = Asc(UCase(strCharacter))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KeyPreview Property Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the following example, the KeyPreview property is set to True (–1) in the form’s Load event procedure. This causes the form to receive keyboard events before they are received by any control. The form KeyDown event then checks the KeyCode argument value to determine if the F2, F3, or F4 keys were pushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Form_Load()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me.KeyPreview = True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Form_KeyDown(KeyCode As Integer, Shift As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Select Case KeyCode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Case vbKeyF2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Process F2 key events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Case vbKeyF3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Process F3 key events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Case vbKeyF4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Process F4 key events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Case Else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; End Select&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Codes to trap character entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub IDNUMBER_KeyPress(KeyAscii As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;Select Case KeyAscii&lt;br /&gt;‘ 65 To 90 and 97 To 122: These are all alphas, upper and lowercase&lt;br /&gt;‘ 8 Backspace, 9 Tab Key, 32 Space Key&lt;br /&gt;Case 1 To 64, 111 To 8, 9, 32&lt;br /&gt;‘Case 65 To 90, 97 To 122, 8, 9, 32&lt;br /&gt;Case Else&lt;br /&gt;‘Setting KeyAscii to zero cancels the key input&lt;br /&gt;KeyAscii = 1&lt;br /&gt;MsgBox “Only numbers are allowed&amp;nbsp; for this entry!”, vbOKOnly + vbCritical, “System Message”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Select&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693327178715554262-2706853440431482158?l=xtinemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2706853440431482158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693327178715554262&amp;postID=2706853440431482158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/2706853440431482158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/2706853440431482158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/2010/01/codes_3062.html' title='codes'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558179680884091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SYqHAqsL2yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BF-0-geIzNY/S220/1_138070200m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693327178715554262.post-483959033707732873</id><published>2010-01-24T20:31:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:31:36.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>codes</title><content type='html'>TRACK ALL THE RECORDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to inhibit the navigation buttons on an Access form, you can still track the total number of records in the underlying recordset. To do so, add a text box to the form and name it txtTotal. Then, add the following code to your form’s Current event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Form_Current()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.RecordsetClone.MoveLast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me![txtTotal] = Me.RecordsetClone.RecordCount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Microsoft Access Visual Basic code demonstrates several different forms of field validation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Checking if the date entered is after today’s date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Date_Entered_AfterUpdate()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Me.Date_Entered&amp;gt;date() then&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ‘ Date_Entered is form field name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msgbox “Please enter a date less than or equal to today’s date.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.Date_Entered.setfocus&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ‘ set cursor back in the date field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Check to see if the difference between two date fields is greater than 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Date_Entered_AfterUpdate()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If datediff(‘d’, Me.Date_Received,Me.Date_Entered) &amp;gt; 30 then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msgbox “Warning: The date received is more than 30 days ” &amp;amp; _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“past Date Entered, please verify.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Check to see if a name already exists in a table.&amp;nbsp; This example demonstrates a highly compressed method of programming, which I hope you would never use (we don’t).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Emp_Name_AfterUpdate()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Nz(DLookup(“Emp_Name”, “Employees”, “Emp_Name=’” &amp;amp; _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.Emp_Name &amp;amp; “‘”), “zzzz”) &amp;lt;&amp;gt; “zzzz” Then MsgBox &amp;amp; _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That name already exists in the employee table.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘ note that the two lines above actually need to be on one line to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODES TO TRAP DUPLICATE ENTRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Put this codes in&amp;nbsp; the beforeupdate event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Private Sub strStudentNumber_BeforeUpdate(Cancel As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;'*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Code sample courtesy of srfreeman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dim SID As String&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dim stLinkCriteria As String&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dim rsc As DAO.Recordset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Set rsc = Me.RecordsetClone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SID = Me.strStudentNumber.Value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; stLinkCriteria = "[strStudentNumber]=" &amp;amp; "'" &amp;amp; SID &amp;amp; "'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Check StudentDetails table for duplicate StudentNumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If DCount("strStudentNumber", "tblStudentDetails", _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; stLinkCriteria) &amp;gt; 0 Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Undo duplicate entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me.Undo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Message box warning of duplication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; MsgBox "Warning Student Number " _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; SID &amp;amp; " has already been entered." _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; vbCr &amp;amp; vbCr &amp;amp; "You will now been taken to the record.", _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vbInformation, "Duplicate Information"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Go to record of original Student Number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; rsc.FindFirst stLinkCriteria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me.Bookmark = rsc.Bookmark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; End If&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Set rsc = Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when we attempt to enter a duplicate Student Number, we are presented with the following message box:&lt;br /&gt;Warning message when attempting to enter a duplicate record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we click the OK, the duplicate record is undone, and we are taken to the Student that we tried to duplicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Update Event — Event Procedures Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘ this codes use to validate due_date or any other date validation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Date_Due_BeforeUpdate(Cancel As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Date_Due &amp;lt; Date + 15 Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MsgBox ” Date is incorrect. Please reenter”, vbOKOnly + vbExclamation, “Error”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancel = True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cancle = False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End If&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KeyPress Event — Event Procedures Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following example converts text entered in a text box to uppercase as the text is typed in, one character at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try the example, add the following event procedure to a form that contains a text box named MI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub MI_KeyPress(KeyAscii As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dim strCharacter As String&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Convert ANSI value to character string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; strCharacter = Chr(KeyAscii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Convert character to upper case, then to ANSI value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; KeyAscii = Asc(UCase(strCharacter))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KeyPreview Property Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the following example, the KeyPreview property is set to True (–1) in the form’s Load event procedure. This causes the form to receive keyboard events before they are received by any control. The form KeyDown event then checks the KeyCode argument value to determine if the F2, F3, or F4 keys were pushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Form_Load()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me.KeyPreview = True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Form_KeyDown(KeyCode As Integer, Shift As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Select Case KeyCode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Case vbKeyF2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Process F2 key events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Case vbKeyF3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Process F3 key events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Case vbKeyF4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Process F4 key events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Case Else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; End Select&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Codes to trap character entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub IDNUMBER_KeyPress(KeyAscii As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;Select Case KeyAscii&lt;br /&gt;‘ 65 To 90 and 97 To 122: These are all alphas, upper and lowercase&lt;br /&gt;‘ 8 Backspace, 9 Tab Key, 32 Space Key&lt;br /&gt;Case 1 To 64, 111 To 8, 9, 32&lt;br /&gt;‘Case 65 To 90, 97 To 122, 8, 9, 32&lt;br /&gt;Case Else&lt;br /&gt;‘Setting KeyAscii to zero cancels the key input&lt;br /&gt;KeyAscii = 1&lt;br /&gt;MsgBox “Only numbers are allowed&amp;nbsp; for this entry!”, vbOKOnly + vbCritical, “System Message”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Select&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693327178715554262-483959033707732873?l=xtinemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/feeds/483959033707732873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693327178715554262&amp;postID=483959033707732873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/483959033707732873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/483959033707732873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/2010/01/codes_24.html' title='codes'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558179680884091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SYqHAqsL2yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BF-0-geIzNY/S220/1_138070200m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693327178715554262.post-4514627342283882254</id><published>2010-01-24T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:31:02.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>codes</title><content type='html'>TRACK ALL THE RECORDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to inhibit the navigation buttons on an Access form, you can still track the total number of records in the underlying recordset. To do so, add a text box to the form and name it txtTotal. Then, add the following code to your form’s Current event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Form_Current()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.RecordsetClone.MoveLast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me![txtTotal] = Me.RecordsetClone.RecordCount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Microsoft Access Visual Basic code demonstrates several different forms of field validation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Checking if the date entered is after today’s date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Date_Entered_AfterUpdate()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Me.Date_Entered&amp;gt;date() then&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ‘ Date_Entered is form field name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msgbox “Please enter a date less than or equal to today’s date.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.Date_Entered.setfocus&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ‘ set cursor back in the date field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Check to see if the difference between two date fields is greater than 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Date_Entered_AfterUpdate()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If datediff(‘d’, Me.Date_Received,Me.Date_Entered) &amp;gt; 30 then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msgbox “Warning: The date received is more than 30 days ” &amp;amp; _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“past Date Entered, please verify.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Check to see if a name already exists in a table.&amp;nbsp; This example demonstrates a highly compressed method of programming, which I hope you would never use (we don’t).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Emp_Name_AfterUpdate()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Nz(DLookup(“Emp_Name”, “Employees”, “Emp_Name=’” &amp;amp; _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.Emp_Name &amp;amp; “‘”), “zzzz”) &amp;lt;&amp;gt; “zzzz” Then MsgBox &amp;amp; _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That name already exists in the employee table.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘ note that the two lines above actually need to be on one line to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CODES TO TRAP DUPLICATE ENTRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Put this codes in&amp;nbsp; the beforeupdate event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Private Sub strStudentNumber_BeforeUpdate(Cancel As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;'*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Code sample courtesy of srfreeman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dim SID As String&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dim stLinkCriteria As String&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dim rsc As DAO.Recordset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Set rsc = Me.RecordsetClone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SID = Me.strStudentNumber.Value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; stLinkCriteria = "[strStudentNumber]=" &amp;amp; "'" &amp;amp; SID &amp;amp; "'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Check StudentDetails table for duplicate StudentNumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If DCount("strStudentNumber", "tblStudentDetails", _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; stLinkCriteria) &amp;gt; 0 Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Undo duplicate entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me.Undo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Message box warning of duplication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; MsgBox "Warning Student Number " _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; SID &amp;amp; " has already been entered." _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; vbCr &amp;amp; vbCr &amp;amp; "You will now been taken to the record.", _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vbInformation, "Duplicate Information"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Go to record of original Student Number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; rsc.FindFirst stLinkCriteria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me.Bookmark = rsc.Bookmark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; End If&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Set rsc = Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when we attempt to enter a duplicate Student Number, we are presented with the following message box:&lt;br /&gt;Warning message when attempting to enter a duplicate record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we click the OK, the duplicate record is undone, and we are taken to the Student that we tried to duplicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Update Event — Event Procedures Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘ this codes use to validate due_date or any other date validation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Date_Due_BeforeUpdate(Cancel As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Date_Due &amp;lt; Date + 15 Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MsgBox ” Date is incorrect. Please reenter”, vbOKOnly + vbExclamation, “Error”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancel = True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cancle = False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End If&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KeyPress Event — Event Procedures Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following example converts text entered in a text box to uppercase as the text is typed in, one character at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try the example, add the following event procedure to a form that contains a text box named MI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub MI_KeyPress(KeyAscii As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dim strCharacter As String&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Convert ANSI value to character string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; strCharacter = Chr(KeyAscii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Convert character to upper case, then to ANSI value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; KeyAscii = Asc(UCase(strCharacter))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KeyPreview Property Example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the following example, the KeyPreview property is set to True (–1) in the form’s Load event procedure. This causes the form to receive keyboard events before they are received by any control. The form KeyDown event then checks the KeyCode argument value to determine if the F2, F3, or F4 keys were pushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Form_Load()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me.KeyPreview = True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub Form_KeyDown(KeyCode As Integer, Shift As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Select Case KeyCode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Case vbKeyF2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Process F2 key events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Case vbKeyF3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Process F3 key events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Case vbKeyF4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ' Process F4 key events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Case Else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; End Select&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Codes to trap character entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Sub IDNUMBER_KeyPress(KeyAscii As Integer)&lt;br /&gt;Select Case KeyAscii&lt;br /&gt;‘ 65 To 90 and 97 To 122: These are all alphas, upper and lowercase&lt;br /&gt;‘ 8 Backspace, 9 Tab Key, 32 Space Key&lt;br /&gt;Case 1 To 64, 111 To 8, 9, 32&lt;br /&gt;‘Case 65 To 90, 97 To 122, 8, 9, 32&lt;br /&gt;Case Else&lt;br /&gt;‘Setting KeyAscii to zero cancels the key input&lt;br /&gt;KeyAscii = 1&lt;br /&gt;MsgBox “Only numbers are allowed&amp;nbsp; 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color: fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Commonly Philippine Student &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alliance&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; Movement&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The word &lt;i&gt;psalms&lt;/i&gt; is derived from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_language" title="Greek language"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;ψαλμοί&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;psalmoi&lt;/i&gt;), originally meaning &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;;"&gt;"songs sung to a harp", from &lt;i&gt;psallein&lt;/i&gt; "play on a stringed instrument".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;New Testament references show that the earliest Christians used the Psalms in worship, and the Psalms have remained an important part of worship in most &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Christian&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Churches&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eastern_Orthodox_Church" title="Eastern Orthodox Church"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Eastern Orthodox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_Catholic" title="Roman Catholic"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Roman Catholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anglican" title="Anglican"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Anglican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Churches&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; have always made systematic use of the Psalms, with a cycle for the recitation of all or most of them over the course of one or more weeks. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;In the early centuries of the Church, it was expected that any candidate for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bishop" title="Bishop"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;bishop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would be able to recite the entire Psalter from memory, something they often learned automatically during their time as monks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Several conservative denominations sing only the Psalms (some churches also sing the small number of hymns found elsewhere in the Bible) in worship, and do not accept the use of any non-Biblical hymns; examples are the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reformed_Presbyterian_Church_of_North_America" title="Reformed Presbyterian Church of North America"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Reformed Presbyterian Church of North America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Westminster_Presbyterian_Church_in_the_United_States" title="Westminster Presbyterian Church in the United States"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Westminster Presbyterian Church in the United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Free_Church_of_Scotland" title="Free Church of Scotland"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Free Church of Scotland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some Psalms are among the best-known and best-loved passages of Scripture, with a popularity extending well beyond regular church-goers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Psalm 22      is of particular importance during the season of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lent" title="Lent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Lent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      as a Psalm of continued faith during severe testing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psalm_23" title="Psalm 23"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Psalm 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,      &lt;i&gt;The Lord is My Shepherd&lt;/i&gt;, offers an immediately appealing message of      comfort and is widely chosen for church &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Funeral" title="Funeral"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;funeral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      services, either as a reading or in one of several popular hymn settings;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psalm_51" title="Psalm 51"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Psalm 51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,      &lt;i&gt;Have mercy on me O God&lt;/i&gt;, called the &lt;i&gt;Miserere&lt;/i&gt; from the first      word in its Latin version, is by far the most sung Psalm of Orthodoxy&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed" title="Wikipedia:Citation needed"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;citation needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;,      in both &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divine_Liturgy" title="Divine Liturgy"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Divine Liturgy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Hours&lt;/i&gt;, in the      sacrament of repentance or confession, and in other settings;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psalm_103" title="Psalm 103"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Psalm      103&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Bless the Lord, O my soul&lt;/i&gt;, is one of the best-known&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed" title="Wikipedia:Citation needed"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;citation needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;      prayers of praise;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psalm_137" title="Psalm 137"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Psalm      137&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;i&gt;By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down and wept&lt;/i&gt;,      is a moody meditation upon living in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slavery" title="Slavery"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;slavery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,      and has been used in at least one &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spiritual_%28music%29" title="Spiritual (music)"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;spiritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed" title="Wikipedia:Citation needed"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;citation needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;,      as well as one well-known &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reggae" title="Reggae"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;reggae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; song&lt;sup id="cite_ref-6"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psalms#cite_note-6"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;[7]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;;      the Orthodox church often uses this hymn during &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lent" title="Lent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Lent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;New translations and settings of the Psalms continue to be produced. An individually printed volume of Psalms for use in Christian religious rituals is called a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psalter" title="Psalter"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Psalter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Psalms have always been an important part of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_Catholic_Church" title="Roman Catholic Church"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Roman Catholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liturgy" title="Liturgy"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;liturgy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liturgy_of_the_Hours" title="Liturgy of the Hours"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Liturgy of the Hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is centered on chanting or recitation of the Psalms, using fixed melodic formulas known as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psalm_tone" title="Psalm tone"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;psalm tones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Early Catholics employed the Psalms widely in their individual prayers also; however, as knowledge of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin" title="Latin"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Latin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (the language of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin_rite" title="Latin rite"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Latin rite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) became uncommon, this practice ceased among the unlearned. However, until the end of the middle Ages it was not unknown for the laity to join in the singing of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Office_of_Our_Lady" title="Little Office of Our Lady"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Little Office of Our Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which was a shortened version of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liturgy_of_the_Hours" title="Liturgy of the Hours"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Liturgy of the Hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; providing a fixed daily cycle of twenty-five psalms to be recited, and nine other psalms divided across Matins.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a name="Protestant_usage"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Protestant usage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Psalm 1 in a form of the Sternhold and Hopkins version widespread in Anglican usage before the English Civil War (1628 printing). It was from this version that the armies sang before going into battle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The psalms are extremely popular among those who follow the Reformed tradition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Following the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Protestant_Reformation" title="Protestant Reformation"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Protestant Reformation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metrical_psalter" title="Metrical psalter"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;verse paraphrases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of many of the Psalms were set as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hymn" title="Hymn"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;hymns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. These were particularly popular in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calvinist" title="Calvinist"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Calvinist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tradition, where in the past they were typically sung &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exclusive_psalmody" title="Exclusive psalmody"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;to the exclusion of hymns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Calvin himself made some French translations of the Psalms for church usage. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_Luther" title="Martin Luther"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Martin Luther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Mighty_Fortress_is_Our_God" title="A Mighty Fortress is Our God"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;A Mighty Fortress is Our God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is based on Psalm 46. Among famous hymn settings of the Psalter were the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metrical_psalter" title="Metrical psalter"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Scottish Psalter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the settings by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isaac_Watts" title="Isaac Watts"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Isaac Watts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The first book printed in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;North America&lt;/st1:place&gt; was a collection of Psalm settings, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bay_Psalm_Book" title="Bay Psalm Book"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Bay Psalm Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (1640).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But by the 20th century they were mostly replaced by hymns in church services. However, the Psalms are popular for private devotion among many Protestants and still used in many churches for traditional worship. There exists in some circles a custom of reading one Psalm and one chapter of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Proverbs" title="Proverbs"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Proverbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a day, corresponding to the day of the month.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693327178715554262-2161603400591118432?l=xtinemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2161603400591118432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693327178715554262&amp;postID=2161603400591118432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/2161603400591118432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/2161603400591118432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/2009/08/psalm.html' title='PSALM'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558179680884091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SYqHAqsL2yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BF-0-geIzNY/S220/1_138070200m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693327178715554262.post-6336581839429576627</id><published>2009-08-11T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:31:28.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In life every one will meet &lt;span class="illinkstyle"&gt;many people&lt;/span&gt; that say that they are your friend, but you will make only a few &lt;span class="illinkstyle"&gt;true friends&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What is &lt;span class="illinkstyle"&gt;a friend&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In &lt;span class="illinkstyle"&gt;the dictionary&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friend is&lt;/span&gt; defined as one that is not hostile, or one attached to another by affection or esteem, a favored companion. a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A &lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friend is&lt;/span&gt; much more than that. A &lt;span class="illinkstyle"&gt;friend is&lt;/span&gt; someone that will stand by you, even during the toughest times. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Friendship is about believing in your friends and helping them to achieve all they can or want to do in life. We are there for each other with hugs, advice, kind words, fights, and anger, whatever comes along. When the day ends, we are still friends who have each other no matter what happens. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We all have a desire to have friends. It is what makes us reach out of our shells and take the chance of being hurt. It is not easy figuring out who is &lt;span class="ilspan"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a friend&lt;/span&gt; and who is not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The relationship between people who have forged ties that include commitment, love, trust, and loyalty create some of the strongest bonds that are possible between individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometimes these friendly relationships have histories that date back to childhood while other people seem to instantly become friends almost from the moment they meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Regardless of how friendships start, they should be valued and cherished. Best friends do not have to be constantly reminded about how strong the bonds are that they have with each other, but it adds strength to the relationship when there is a special time of the year that is dedicated to celebrating friendships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SoEcXqyBsMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kNcSyJ89FYo/s1600-h/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SoEcXqyBsMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kNcSyJ89FYo/s320/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368603423749025986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many valuable things in life, but friendship may be one of the most important.&lt;br /&gt;To live life without the experience of friendship, is life without living. Human interaction is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;necessity to survival, but developed friendships are an essential to the successful well being of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A friend is a person whom one knows, likes and trusts. but to all, friendship has no defined terminology..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693327178715554262-6336581839429576627?l=xtinemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/feeds/6336581839429576627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693327178715554262&amp;postID=6336581839429576627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/6336581839429576627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/6336581839429576627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-friend.html' title='What is a Friend?'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558179680884091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SYqHAqsL2yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BF-0-geIzNY/S220/1_138070200m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SoEcXqyBsMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kNcSyJ89FYo/s72-c/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693327178715554262.post-3742373853440054874</id><published>2009-04-01T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:16:00.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalz sa public Speaking..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BSIT rocks  @ CDK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMbBMOtCbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TsZb5pgFy0w/s1600-h/IMG_0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMbBMOtCbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TsZb5pgFy0w/s320/IMG_0712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319625292131404210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovers in CDK... atik lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMblPaD4NI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mPHke2nnE3w/s1600-h/IMG_0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMblPaD4NI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mPHke2nnE3w/s320/IMG_0709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319625911459635410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagkakagulo ang lahat...&lt;br /&gt;Jessa: ang baho, cnong umotot?&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: Aq un, wag ka maingay.. jejjee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMcEhhI5PI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wNmuleeSDoM/s1600-h/IMG_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMcEhhI5PI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wNmuleeSDoM/s320/IMG_0710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319626448897107186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basa xa shy...jejjejjee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMdAovjsrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gd-xMOxfvSU/s1600-h/IMG_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMdAovjsrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gd-xMOxfvSU/s320/IMG_0715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319627481628783282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga bigatin ng CDK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMdbPWP-QI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nBe-8GLAuY0/s1600-h/IMG_0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMdbPWP-QI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nBe-8GLAuY0/s320/IMG_0716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319627938668214530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinsang kamot ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMd3VwiHrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3xbSK9cWXVk/s1600-h/IMG_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMd3VwiHrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3xbSK9cWXVk/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319628421425405618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naa lge nasaag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMfFLTOrfI/AAAAAAAAALE/JY1d_2_K63k/s1600-h/IMG_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMfFLTOrfI/AAAAAAAAALE/JY1d_2_K63k/s320/IMG_0757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319629758647938546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may momo katabi c tin2... joke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMfFIE8YWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rqZOSrXA9cA/s1600-h/IMG_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMfFIE8YWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rqZOSrXA9cA/s320/IMG_0756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319629757782712674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslim ba yan? o momo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMfE_O2BhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yaadPi5c3jw/s1600-h/IMG_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMfE_O2BhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yaadPi5c3jw/s320/IMG_0751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319629755408320018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Sir  bautista ayaw me e' bagsak ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMfEky6ptI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AKUx7YkJlNg/s1600-h/IMG_0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMfEky6ptI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AKUx7YkJlNg/s320/IMG_0744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319629748311860946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile jud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMfEcLnmDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ywAzUtmA5ss/s1600-h/IMG_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMfEcLnmDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ywAzUtmA5ss/s320/IMG_0743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319629745999550514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aswang ay..nasaag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMgm37UdjI/AAAAAAAAALs/GEu6mB3MdGE/s1600-h/IMG_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMgm37UdjI/AAAAAAAAALs/GEu6mB3MdGE/s320/IMG_0761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319631437074560562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c tito jud ang reyna ngaung gabi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMgmyKBM8I/AAAAAAAAALk/CpuR8Sqa0gg/s1600-h/IMG_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMgmyKBM8I/AAAAAAAAALk/CpuR8Sqa0gg/s320/IMG_0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319631435525600194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paryente, ok ka lang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMgmiYYP1I/AAAAAAAAALc/DqzZmq4WBmU/s1600-h/IMG_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMgmiYYP1I/AAAAAAAAALc/DqzZmq4WBmU/s320/IMG_0759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319631431290863442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy jeu, mura ka ug kabaw ana..jejjee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMgmJxC9sI/AAAAAAAAALM/BG8GsdeT6iI/s1600-h/IMG_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMgmJxC9sI/AAAAAAAAALM/BG8GsdeT6iI/s320/IMG_0758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319631424683439810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang ballons bka pumotok ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMhq9yz1FI/AAAAAAAAAMU/E73ifoo0SKY/s1600-h/IMG_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMhq9yz1FI/AAAAAAAAAMU/E73ifoo0SKY/s320/IMG_0766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319632606880584786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alche topz mo noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMhq9AzRsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5znVV7C1prM/s1600-h/IMG_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMhq9AzRsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5znVV7C1prM/s320/IMG_0765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319632606670833346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gutom paq bhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMhql8NLWI/AAAAAAAAAME/AwxfVXSyQ50/s1600-h/IMG_0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMhql8NLWI/AAAAAAAAAME/AwxfVXSyQ50/s320/IMG_0764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319632600477543778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella: pwede naq mg model dre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMhqi8APLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uixgNREz2TU/s1600-h/IMG_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMhqi8APLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uixgNREz2TU/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319632599671389362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April: wag kaung matakot sa dilim kundi sa akin..hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMhqXi19TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vyuZ35HUIxo/s1600-h/IMG_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMhqXi19TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vyuZ35HUIxo/s320/IMG_0762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319632596613068082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stela: model na sad q..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMiY_GjxvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/oxRtmdOpy5M/s1600-h/IMG_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMiY_GjxvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/oxRtmdOpy5M/s320/IMG_0769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319633397505836786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ubos q na..kulang pa,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMiYpd6awI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lr_QkC9lzZA/s1600-h/IMG_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMiYpd6awI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lr_QkC9lzZA/s320/IMG_0768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319633391698209538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julz: binli q badz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693327178715554262-3742373853440054874?l=xtinemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/feeds/3742373853440054874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693327178715554262&amp;postID=3742373853440054874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/3742373853440054874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/3742373853440054874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/2009/04/finalz-sa-public-speaking.html' title='Finalz sa public Speaking..'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558179680884091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SYqHAqsL2yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BF-0-geIzNY/S220/1_138070200m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMbBMOtCbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TsZb5pgFy0w/s72-c/IMG_0712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693327178715554262.post-7188760569073193936</id><published>2009-03-31T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:40:55.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Journey to Lake Agco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMRJBj44dI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fOJmcg5tZYg/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMRJBj44dI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fOJmcg5tZYg/s320/IMG_1015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319614431590146514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMSNpdd82I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ESWaOrbRKpE/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMSNpdd82I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ESWaOrbRKpE/s320/IMG_1479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319615610531738466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasa likod namo ang lake...jejee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMULbmeRCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-ZzetjxTxLw/s1600-h/IMG_1425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMULbmeRCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-ZzetjxTxLw/s320/IMG_1425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319617771474928674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMVe0XKNDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QostB1tlUWU/s1600-h/IMG_1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMVe0XKNDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QostB1tlUWU/s320/IMG_1417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319619204050727986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could go back again 2moro to lake agco..jejej&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMX6KPOYLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mZ1-3eY8N-0/s1600-h/IMG_1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMX6KPOYLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mZ1-3eY8N-0/s320/IMG_1198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319621872802750642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagala-gala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMWmFFspwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DmWCq0NG7Po/s1600-h/IMG_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMWmFFspwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DmWCq0NG7Po/s320/IMG_1168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319620428311602946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kape tau..jejejeje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMYl2ej-YI/AAAAAAAAAJU/q-SfWj3I0Nc/s1600-h/IMG_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMYl2ej-YI/AAAAAAAAAJU/q-SfWj3I0Nc/s320/IMG_1170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319622623412615554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pabadlong jud..cge inom kape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMaGLG2dnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/a-N9m-ENlnk/s1600-h/IMG_1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMaGLG2dnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/a-N9m-ENlnk/s320/IMG_1217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319624278217750130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;model sa Tanduay White ug sa Lolipop..ejejeje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMWMWN5zGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZWK7GUnTrl0/s1600-h/IMG_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMWMWN5zGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZWK7GUnTrl0/s320/IMG_1173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319619986232822882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping time.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMZAWi0LfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dI_icFQItcg/s1600-h/IMG_1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMZAWi0LfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dI_icFQItcg/s320/IMG_1518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319623078696988146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uwian na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMZcrSVEeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/x2IzXtBP1KY/s1600-h/IMG_1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMZcrSVEeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/x2IzXtBP1KY/s320/IMG_1502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319623565301322210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye..bye..lake agco..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693327178715554262-7188760569073193936?l=xtinemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/feeds/7188760569073193936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693327178715554262&amp;postID=7188760569073193936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/7188760569073193936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/7188760569073193936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/2009/03/journey-to-lake-agco-what-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558179680884091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SYqHAqsL2yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BF-0-geIzNY/S220/1_138070200m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SdMRJBj44dI/AAAAAAAAAIc/fOJmcg5tZYg/s72-c/IMG_1015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693327178715554262.post-321419076299053644</id><published>2009-02-09T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:10:59.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>                       The cycle of love    </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   Love is a beautiful feeling, even when it involves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the fear of losing the person you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Being in love is supposed to feel great. But sometimes it just feels confusing.&lt;/span&gt;What can you do if you are being hurt, controlled or treated badly in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SZEKBEg-OqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GNuP6e5T51o/s1600-h/b7a111a20dcdcffe55569336dcc19f88.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: webdings; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Among the most interesting times we can remember from our past, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;college days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; stand out. This is the place where many people start to live life as fully fledged adults. It is a stage of freedom that sees many discover so much about life.College girls are no exception. They are people who love fun and are at the peak of their lives. When in college, many have dreams and ambitions that enable them to look forward to the future with optimism. College girls are very impressionable and, their love life is something very interesting. In many colleges of the world, it is hard to escape some scandals that have to do with college girls being caught on the wrong side of the college laws. It is an exciting time full of so many adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: webdings; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are many stories you can tell from your college days and, the more interesting ones are on their love life. College girls are known for having wild night with friends and their relationships are not usually very stable. It is pretty exciting how they go about it. This is usually a stereotype and, there is some degree of truth to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, girls find very many love attractions as more attractions continue to be discovered each an every week. It is pretty hard to keep tabs on the people the girls go out with but, this is usually a phase in which they are passing through. The girls are sometimes referred to as party girls and they seek to take advantage of every opportunity clubbing. This is a picture that depicts the hardships when it comes to finding real and true affection in college. If you are a girl in college, there are some things you can do to make sure that you meet the right guy to date.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: webdings; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: webdings; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: webdings; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: webdings; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First, it is vital that you have an open mind. In college, it is vital to realize that you are going to meet with a variety of people. Other cultures that might interest you are worth being curious about. Seek to mingle with different people and identify the real cultures of people. It is paramount that you keep the options to love and romance open. In college, people are attracted to different things and you should seek to capitalize on this.&lt;br /&gt;One major mistake that people make is to enter into relationships without looking deep into the characters of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: webdings; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is part of ignorance and it might cost many girls a lot. If you find that you do not want to date a person from your college, you can opt for something else.Online dating will ensure that you meet a variety of people from different parts of the world. It is vital to consider what kind of relationship you want in college.You might want something short term or long term. If you are for a short term fling, take every caution to make sure that you are not ignorant on the consequences. For example, you need to prevent pregnancy as well as other sexually transmitted diseases all the time. Girls get pregnant in college delaying their progress. if you want a relationship that is more long term, do everything you can to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: webdings; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: webdings; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: webdings; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Many times, when two people meet or experience a relationship no matter how brief or elongated, some linen of a past life could always be found in the circumstances surrounding the beginning and end of such relationship. This is usually the case if one could look at the situation objectively from a detached point of view. Many times, these circumstances are so obvious and simple that we ignore them or take them for granted. Sometimes we are in denial of the true purpose of the relationship and instead dwell on the emotional impression that appears to be driving the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, when such emotional drive runs out of gas or hit the wall, many of us then pause to make an assessment of how and why the relationship come about in the first place. Incidentally, at such time the assessment of the concerned individuals may become tainted by the inability of their bruised heart to see the underlying lessons in the relationship. At such times the human instinct puts up a defensive attitude that tries to see how the other person went wrong, but we usually forget to look within and figure out if we went wrong somewhere or that perhaps the relationship came to an end just because it has ran its full course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: webdings; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: webdings; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: webdings; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Chance to End A Cycle or To Continue:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, a relationship that may have started in the past runs its natural course in the present and therefore come to an end due to no dominant fault of either party, especially when the parties need to move on to another lesson. At such times both parties would do well to move on without holding any grudges against the other. Incidentally, while some may objectively accept and understand the situation and therefore close that chapter and move on to the next stage of their lives, others put the blame on the other party. They simply fail to learn the lesson or forgive the situation. Instead they allow their emotions to lead them on. So in line with human defensive mechanism, after they destroy what would have been a good relationship or closure they jump into another relationship to suit their ego or soothe their emotions – the rebound effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, because such persons are in denial or fail to learn the lessons or even forgive the situation, the same problem(s) continues to follow them into the next situation in life, be it the next job, the next relationship, the next residence, and even the next lifetime. Usually the concerned party may not even realize that it is the same problem that is coming back again and again simply because the problem takes the appearance of a different nature even though it is still the same in substance. This continues until the moment or lifetime when such a person stands up to the situation and deals with it once and for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: webdings; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: webdings; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life Opportunities to Balance the Past:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life offers the individual numerous opportunities to balance his/her past and move on. Some individuals seize such chances to grow and move on, while others even sink deeper because they let their emotions drive their thoughts and actions. Sometimes an individual is attracted to another due to an affection that may have been kindled somehow in the past, and they get together to continue or conclude what they may have started in the past. At other times, an individual may fail to understand the opportunity he/she may have been given to pay back what was owed another person in a past life. They may see their acts from the present perspective and therefore think that their “good deeds/gestures” started in the present and that the recipient therefore owes them something, when in actual fact they have simply repaid what they owed and should move on without expecting any reward. Sometimes the gesture, deed, or gift may not be of a material kind but one of affection, care, or feeling. Because such expectation is perhaps shrouded in some emotional attachment to the other person (the recipient), the individual becomes emotionally bruised or “heart broken” when the recipient of their esteemed “good gesture” fails to reciprocate their “good gesture” or “affectionate” feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When such happens, the individual who believed he/she had given “love” would conclude that the recipient had failed to reciprocate their “good gesture or love,” and they would strongly believe this even when the other person may not have asked for such love, affection, good deeds, or gestures in the first place. Sometimes the individual may have forced the so-called “love” or “good gesture” on the recipient whether the recipient asked for it or not. Interestingly, the individual would insist that he/she had given “true love’ to the other person when the individual had actually given a somewhat selfish kind of love with some kind of expectation in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SZELWCjX5TI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ot7C024n46I/s1600-h/5f9add4f2a20189f63334a6f8d053922.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SZELWCjX5TI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ot7C024n46I/s320/5f9add4f2a20189f63334a6f8d053922.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301030709662049586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Celebrity Love and Stalkers:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some individuals eventually wake up to the true assessment of things and they make amends and move on. However, in some cases, no amount of reasoning would convince the individual to move on even when his/her love may not have been directly returned. That could explain why celebrity-stalkers always insist that a particular celebrity was destined to be their life partner or love mate. Such stalkers would go around telling whoever would listen that they have done so many nice things for the celebrity and that they therefore deserve some return of affection or attention from the celebrity. This usually remains the conviction of the stalker even when the stalked person has never met or asked for anything from the stalker. Sometimes the stalker becomes so desperate that he/she would want to eliminate the celebrity’s loved ones for getting more of the celebrity’s attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Attributes of Love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Many things have been attributed to love that it is sometimes doubtful to say what is love. However, a few facts remain clear. True love demands nothing in return. It is not given with an expectation in mind. It goes with no strings attached. It does not covet or possess. It gives freely. It feels the pain when the other person is in pain and it rejoices when the other person attains something positive in life, be it in a different relationship, a new job, or career. True love understands. True love tolerates. True love knows that love is indeed the most powerful force in the universe and therefore cannot be outdone by any other force. True love is patient for it knows that love is freedom and cannot be forced or compelled, but will always be how, where, and when It will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Much to Learn:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the backbone of existence. It is like truth – so simple that its simplicity makes it complicating. Perhaps that is why it could take lifetimes to be comprehended. Find your own meaning. I still have very much to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SZEKBEg-OqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GNuP6e5T51o/s1600-h/b7a111a20dcdcffe55569336dcc19f88.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 109px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SZEKBEg-OqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GNuP6e5T51o/s320/b7a111a20dcdcffe55569336dcc19f88.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301029249899969186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: webdings; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693327178715554262-321419076299053644?l=xtinemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/feeds/321419076299053644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693327178715554262&amp;postID=321419076299053644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/321419076299053644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/321419076299053644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/2009/02/cycle-of-love.html' title='                       The cycle of love    '/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558179680884091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SYqHAqsL2yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BF-0-geIzNY/S220/1_138070200m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SZELWCjX5TI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ot7C024n46I/s72-c/5f9add4f2a20189f63334a6f8d053922.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693327178715554262.post-6682782660871762957</id><published>2009-02-04T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:49:04.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }   H1 { margin-bottom: 0.08in }   H1.western { font-family: "Times New Roman", serif }   H1.cjk { font-family: "Arial Unicode MS" }   H1.ctl { font-family: "Tahoma" }   H2 { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;h1 style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It's nice to know that you're secured with that someone. That even if the rain is pouring hard and the sky is almost dark, he'll never leave you just so you won't feel alone. Even if his friends had left him and even if he has to be somewhere else he'd still stay by your side, just so you won't feel alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I&lt;span&gt;t's so good to know that you have someone who'll be willing to help you cope up in every frustrations you're having. Every depressing moments, every down moments, every self-worthless-realization moments, he'd be there, not because you want someone to be with you, but because he wants to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's great to know when a person appreciates every little thing you do. Even a smile would mean a lot to him, just because you own that smile. And that even if no words are expressed as long as the eyes understand, you'd be able to communicate, just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's overwhelming when a person tells you that he loves you for who you are. He may not have an answer when you ask him why, but really, he doesn't have to have reasons for loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's more grateful to know that someone is grateful to have you. We don't choose the people who enter our lives, so it must be luck that you have that person, then you have to be thankful. It may just be coincidence or fate, but whatever the reason is, you have to be thankful in having him the same way he is thankful for having you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's a wonderful feeling when you're on the verge of giving up the things you've worked hard for, someone isn't just helping you carry the weight on your shoulders, but he carries it on his own because he'd also be in pain when you are in pain. And then you'll realize, trials would all be worth it as long as you have him, not because he would do things for you, but because you gather all the strength you need, in him and his love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's a superb feeling when one is willing to take the risks just so you'll be happy. Unselfishness rule in him just so happiness would take over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's a nice feeling that when you're apart, and days seem to be long, that person misses you. Yes, you might feel bad about not being with each other, but knowing that you feel the same way would drive those blues away, thinking, you'd fight over that feeling because you're looking forward to seeing each other, and that's something to be happy about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's a great feeling when he wants to be with you because of the happiness you have when you're together. That even if corny jokes and senseless stories are told, it won't matter as long as you're together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's a lovely feeling when someone thinks about your future, with or without him. He cares and he cares enough to think of you and what you'll be someday. But of course, he also wants to be in it someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's a nice feeling when you can be who you really are with that person. No pretensions, no lies, no hypocrisy, because he accepts you for who you are. You can be funny, you can be embarrassed, but it won't matter because it doesn't matter to him. Trust and faith in each other keeps you alive. And it will always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's good to know that you have someone who'll not have the intentions of breaking your heart. Instead, he would be willing to mend it, picking up the broken pieces of your heart that your past love have scattered in the ground. He may not be able to put the pieces back to where they really belong, but you shouldn't mind, because he had repaired that heart of yours, and he fixed it in his own way. He loves you in his own way, not the way your past did. He fixed your heart in a different way, to keep you from feeling the pains of your past heartache and to make you feel, the love, that he's unselfishly giving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's a great feeling when that person has every effort to let you feel what he feels for you. Because of the distractions, you may not hear him shout it to the world, but as long as you feel it, his efforts has paid off, big time. And when you feel the same way too... He'd feel as if he's the luckiest person alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... when in fact, you're more blessed to have him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="webdings" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693327178715554262-6682782660871762957?l=xtinemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/feeds/6682782660871762957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693327178715554262&amp;postID=6682782660871762957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/6682782660871762957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/6682782660871762957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/2009/02/month-of-love.html' title='Month of Love'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558179680884091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SYqHAqsL2yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BF-0-geIzNY/S220/1_138070200m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693327178715554262.post-6723689061060187143</id><published>2009-02-02T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:34:19.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love story for hearts day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "follow your heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Billy loved Katie with all his heart. But he never told a Single soul. Katie secretly loved him too. But she thought she would never have a chance with him. Billy asked his friends what they think of her and his friends thought she was gay. They didn't like her at all. So Billy just went along with them. They all made fun of her and made her feel really bad. Katie was so upset.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day they followed her home from school making fun of her the whole way home. Once she got inside her house she dropped to the floor cringe. She had a crush on Billy since 3rd grade. She didn't know what to do. When Billy got home he felt real bad about what he had done. So he decided to go to Katie's house to tell her he was sorry and that he really loves her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he got there he knocked on the door no one answered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The door was open so he walked in. He walked into the living room and found Katie lying dead on the floor. She had slit her wrists. Billy was so up set . He knew it was his fault she killed her self. And now he could never tell her how he really felt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The lesson of this story is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't wait to until the last minute to tell someone how you really feel. Because it just might be too late. And don't always go by what your friends say, follow your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;                                                                                                                                              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 class="heading" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Sides Of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;                                                               &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;His side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;-"tell her how you feel" is what my friends said&lt;br /&gt;                     -so i picked up the phone&lt;br /&gt;                     -called your house&lt;br /&gt;                     -you answerd&lt;br /&gt;                     -i said "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;                     -and hung up right after&lt;br /&gt;                     -the next day&lt;br /&gt;                     -i told you it was a bet from a friend&lt;br /&gt;                     -it was partly true&lt;br /&gt;                     -but you didnt answer&lt;br /&gt;                     -no sassy come back wich you allways do&lt;br /&gt;                     -just stood there&lt;br /&gt;                     -the walked away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;My side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;-he called my house&lt;br /&gt;                     -i picked up&lt;br /&gt;                     -he told me he loved me&lt;br /&gt;                     -then hung up&lt;br /&gt;                     -the next day&lt;br /&gt;                     -i was going to tell you i loved you back&lt;br /&gt;                     -but you said it was a bet&lt;br /&gt;                     -i had everything planned out&lt;br /&gt;                     -every move i planned&lt;br /&gt;                     -every word&lt;br /&gt;                     -but when you said that...&lt;br /&gt;                     -i had nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;                     -i stood and watched you&lt;br /&gt;                     -as you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was this guy who believed very much in true love and decided to take his time to wait for his right girl to appear. He believed that there would definitely be someone special out there for him, but none came.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every year at Christmas, his ex-girlfriend would return from Vancouver to look him up. He was aware that she still held some hope of re-kindling the past romance with him. He did not wish to mislead her in any way. So he would always get one of his girl friends to pose as his steady whenever she came back. That went on for several years and each year, the guy would get a different girl to pose as his romantic interest. So whenever the ex-girlfriend came to visit him, she would be led into believing that it was all over between her and the guy. The girl took all those rather well, often trying to casually tease him about his different girlfriends, or so, as it seemed! In fact, the girl often wept in secret whenever she saw him with another girl, but she was too proud to admit it. Still, every Christmas, she returned, hoping to re-kindle some form of romance. But each time, she returned to Vancouver feeling disappointed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally she decided that she could not play that game any longer. Therefore, she confronted him and professed that after all those years, he was still the only man that she had ever loved. Although the guy knew of her feelings for him, he was still taken back and have never expected her to react that way. He always thought that she would slowly forget about him over time and come to terms that it was all over between them. Although he was touched by her undying love for him and wanted so much to accept her again, he remembered why he rejected her in the first place-she was not the one he wanted. So he hardened his heart and turned her down cruelly. Since then, three years have passed and the girl never return anymore. They never even wrote to each other. The guy went on with his life..... still searching for the one but somehow deep inside him, he missed the girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the Christmas of 1995, he went to his friend's party alone. "Hey, how come all alone this year? Where are all your girlfriends? What happened to that Vancouver babe who joins you every Christmas?", asked one of his friend. He felt warm and comforted by his friend's queries about her, still he just surged on.&lt;br /&gt;Then, he came upon one of his many girlfriends whom he once requested to pose as his steady. He wanted so much to ignore her ..... not that he was impolite, but because at that moment, he just didn't feel comfortable with those girlfriends anymore. It was almost like he was being judged by them. The girl saw him and shouted across the floor for him. Unable to avoid her, he went up to acknowledge her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hi......how are you? Enjoying the party?" the girl asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sure.....yeah!", he replied.&lt;br /&gt;She was slightly tipsy..... must be from the whiskey on her hand. She continued,&lt;br /&gt;"Why...? Don't you need someone to pose as your girlfriend this year?" Then he answered, "No, there is no need for that anymore......"&lt;br /&gt;Before he can continue, he was interrupted, "Oh yes! Must have found a girlfriend! You haven't been searching for one for the past years, right?" The man looked up, as if he has struck gold, his face beamed and looked directly at the drunken girl. He replied, "Yes......you are right! I haven't been looking for anyone for the past years."&lt;br /&gt;With that, the man darted across the floor and out the door, leaving the lady in much bewilderment. He finally realized that he has already found his dream girl, and she was.....the Vancouver girl all along! The drunken lady has said something that awoken him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;All along he has found his girl. That was why he did not bother to look further when he realized she was not coming back. It was not any specific girl he was seeking! It was perfection that he wanted, and yes.....perfection!!&lt;br /&gt;Relationship is something both parties should work on. Realizing that he had let away someone so important in his life, he decided to call her immediately. His whole mind was flooded with fear. He was afraid that she might have found someone new or no longer had the same feelings anymore..... For once, he felt the fear of losing someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;As it was Christmas eve, the line was quite hard to get through, especially an overseas call. He tried again and again, never giving up. Finally, he got through......precisely at 1200 midnight. He confessed his love for her and the girl was moved to tears. It seemed that she never got over him! Even after so long, she was still waiting for him, never giving up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was so excited to meet her and to begin his new chapter of their lives. He decided to fly to Vancouver to join her. It was the happiest time of their lives! But their happy time was short-lived. Two days before he was supposed to fly to Vancouver, he received a call from her father. She had a head-on car collision with a drunken driver. She passed away after 6 hours in a coma.&lt;br /&gt;The guy was devastated, as it was a complete loss. Why did fate played such cruel games with him? He cursed the heaven for taking her away from him, denying even one last look at her! How cruel he cursed! How he damned the Gods...!! How he hated himself....for taking so long to realize his mistake!! That was in 1996.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The moral of this story is :&lt;br /&gt;Treasure what you have...&lt;br /&gt;Time is too slow for those who wait;&lt;br /&gt;Too swift for those who fear;&lt;br /&gt;Too long for those who grief;&lt;br /&gt;Too short for those who rejoice;&lt;br /&gt;But for those who love...&lt;br /&gt;Time is Eternity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;For all you out there with someone special in your heart, cherish that person, cherish every moment that you spend together that special someone, for in life, anything can happen anytime. You may painfully regret, only to realise that it is too late.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   TD P { margin-bottom: 0in }   TH P { margin-bottom: 0in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }   A:link { so-language: zxx }  --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693327178715554262-6723689061060187143?l=xtinemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/feeds/6723689061060187143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693327178715554262&amp;postID=1157690220954390073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/1157690220954390073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/1157690220954390073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558179680884091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SYqHAqsL2yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BF-0-geIzNY/S220/1_138070200m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693327178715554262.post-2008958853692386768</id><published>2009-01-30T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:05:28.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vale of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The Assembler Of Souls Absorbs All Within His Reach&lt;br /&gt;His Seemingly Perpetual Glance Of Doom&lt;br /&gt;Would Even Make The Smallest Of Serenities Breach&lt;br /&gt;As He Rides The Wind Being The Ghost Of Gloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running Darkness All Around&lt;br /&gt;A Knife In Her Hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling, Rising, Screaming The Name Of Her Beloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Weak, And So Weary&lt;br /&gt;Something Blackening Her Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;A Cloud, A Force, A Weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding Her True Love Lying In Red&lt;br /&gt;Is This Reality Or Just A Vision In Her Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be The Knife As Well As The Wound&lt;br /&gt;Is All That Concerns Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed By A Burden, Like Hordes Of Fear&lt;br /&gt;The Obscurity Of The Vale Of Tears&lt;br /&gt;Grasping For Safety, Wich Lies All So Near&lt;br /&gt;Incresent Malice Of The Vale Of Tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering Oblivious In The Foggy Twilight&lt;br /&gt;Shades Of An Obelisk Shines So Bright&lt;br /&gt;Incredulous thoughts, Bewildering Her Mind&lt;br /&gt;Is There Really A God To Find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailing Through The Darkest Of Forests&lt;br /&gt;The Obese And Extraneous At Her Tail&lt;br /&gt;This Haunting, Lingering To The Extreme&lt;br /&gt;She Is About To Quail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then A Formless Mass Of Black, Went Skyward&lt;br /&gt;Stars Began To Fade Behind A Vale Of Dark Blue Velvet&lt;br /&gt;She Stopped, She Listened, Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Silence, An Eternity Passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Silhouettes Of Something Unseen, A Presence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693327178715554262-2008958853692386768?l=xtinemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2008958853692386768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693327178715554262&amp;postID=2008958853692386768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/2008958853692386768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/2008958853692386768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/2009/01/vale-of-tears-assembler-of-souls.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558179680884091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SYqHAqsL2yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BF-0-geIzNY/S220/1_138070200m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693327178715554262.post-3874284610465403528</id><published>2009-01-29T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:43:51.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vale of tears is a phrase based upon the Christian religion that refers to Earthly sorrows that are to be left behind when one enters heaven. "Vale" means a valley or a dale. The phrase comes from the prayer Salve Regina: "To you do we send up our sighs, mourninag and weeping in this vale of tears." The expression hearkens to Psalm 23's reference to the valley of the shadow of death: the phrase implies that the wickedness of the world makes it dark and reprieve comes only from divine salvation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693327178715554262-3874284610465403528?l=xtinemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/feeds/3874284610465403528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693327178715554262&amp;postID=3874284610465403528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/3874284610465403528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/3874284610465403528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/2009/01/vale-of-tears-is-phrase-based-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558179680884091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SYqHAqsL2yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BF-0-geIzNY/S220/1_138070200m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693327178715554262.post-637664280168188606</id><published>2009-01-28T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:00:19.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GREENEYES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had told her Love would never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then his Soul fled to the Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Her abed with poignant cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sobbing dreams of Frantic Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Dream he came to salve her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard only Hurt and Long Road wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Forest bark and Justice blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Hopestar end and Lovelight find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through Time and lack of Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Word crept which she could Cope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned into Trick like Indian Rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring Hopebrides invite to elope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand by my grave for comfort sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you know I am awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not cold in the Ground as if asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But part of God; so do not weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for me in the Sun's morning ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me in the quiet of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the insects busy drone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your head when we're alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for me in laughter bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me in the quiet of night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the gentle breeze on face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your strength to win the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me in the quiet of heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not die; we're not apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one with me and me with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in love's quiet you'll know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for me in Autumn's glint on leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chirps of bird song in the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight on the ripened grain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh made bread from gentle rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me in the running brook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trout that splashes as you look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laughs of children as they play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be in your mind at break of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me in the peace of running wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me in the silence of the hidden cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiet earth that sustains all growth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamb's plaintive cry at mother's sloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the gathering of birds in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the uplifting wind of the circled flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do not stand at my grave and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know in your heart that I did not die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come in the silence of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come in the memory of dreams and fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come in tears with eyes so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come in the love of cherished years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will greet you in the old familiar ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you of those well remembered days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you of the new things I have found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to you talk to me in all life's richest sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had heard him call so loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embraced the night in starlight sheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt moonbeam kiss dispel the fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore mingled Love thoughts oh so dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the Star lights wondrous gems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rings of moon dust Beauty lends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy garlands love does send&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And broken heart in kisses mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; VALE OF TEARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drop escapes, one single, perfect tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflects in the world, the pain of years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lover's weak in this, the Vale of Tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain so sharp, intense then numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes the breath and renders dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful lover, to the brink has come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposure of the inner self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving now o'erwhelmed in stealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betrayed, as lover seeks another's wealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years of build unfold in tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality now, that the many fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swamps heart that once was, oh so Crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal by lover in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darts of pain, not Cupid send&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But greed that others, to the lovers ear, do lend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betrayed in a cycle, so very sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carousel now turned to bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovers spin from beauty that they had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To depart the lover's gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replace with traitor's pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sonorous gasp, the deepest hurt refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing there now left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single tear the ferryman's pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stoic turn to gently walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single drop, the perfect tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart reflects this pain of years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weakness of lovers, in this the Vale of Tears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693327178715554262-637664280168188606?l=xtinemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/feeds/637664280168188606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693327178715554262&amp;postID=637664280168188606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/637664280168188606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/637664280168188606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/2009/01/greeneyes-he-had-told-her-love-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558179680884091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SYqHAqsL2yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BF-0-geIzNY/S220/1_138070200m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693327178715554262.post-5064867263846672388</id><published>2009-01-26T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:13:16.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Feelings of broken"</title><content type='html'>&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }   A:link { so-language: zxx }  -&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }   A:link { so-language: zxx }  --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;                                                        Ending a relationship can be a brutal experience to go through, whether your the one ending the relationship, or if your the one getting dumped.  A broken heart is one of the most horrific human emotions that you can feel.                    Often it is easier to write your emotional state of mind down on paper, whether its a poem, a rant, or even incoherent rambling.  It can really help you focus your thoughts in a time where your better judgment can really be clouded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;             Whether you are writing a poem to win back the heart of a lost love, or just need closure to a  broken heart so you can move on with your own life, poetry is very therapeutic for the soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; Wings to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How can i always lend a hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but ignore the cries within myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it brings me joy to bring you a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but my emptiness still sits up on the shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inside my heart will always bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but i will never let it be shown on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;only the tears that falls down my cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;will give you glimpse, a shadow, a trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I suffocate when i try to breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the chains you gave won't let my body go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i have dreams, and needs and wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my body is numb i think maybe you should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i struggle with my demons each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you feed them while you slowly watch me die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;please let me be and set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i want to smile as i look up at the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i want the moon to brighten the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i want the clouds to pass me on by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want the stars to guide me to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i want wings to life me and fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SX1Z2nQTCkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qeYstUdXfW0/s320/friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295487531642718786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; font-style: italic; font-family: webdings; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:webdings;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How can we find true friendship in this often phony, temporary world? Friendship involves recognition or familiarity with another's personality. Friends often share likes and dislikes, interests, pursuits, and passion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How can we recognize potential friendship? Signs include a mutual desire for companionship and perhaps a common bond of some kind. Beyond that, genuine friendship involves a shared sense of caring and concern, a desire to see one another grow and develop, and a hope for each other to succeed in all aspects of life. True friendship involves action: doing something for someone else while expecting nothing in return; sharing thoughts and feelings without fear of judgment or negative criticism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:webdings;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;True friendship involves relationship. Many people say, "She/He's a good friend of mine," yet they never take time to spend time with that "good friend." Friendship takes time: time to get to know each other, time to build shared memories, time to invest in each others growth. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Trust is essential to true friendship. We all need someone with whom we can share our lives, thoughts, feelings, and frustrations. We need to be able to share our deepest secrets with someone, without worrying that those secrets will end up on the Internet the next day! Failing to be trustworthy with those intimate secrets can destroy a friendship in a hurry. Faithfulness and loyalty are key to true friendship. Without them, we often feel betrayed, left out, and lonely. In true friendship, there is no backbiting, no negative thoughts, no turning away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;True friendship requires certain accountability factors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Real friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt; encourage one another and forgive one another where there has been an offense. Genuine friendship supports during times of struggle. Friends are dependable. In true friendship, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;unconditional love develops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;. We love our friends no matter what and we always want the best for our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SX1aN3fMv0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/hgqXfkMFAbM/s1600-h/true_friend.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SX1aN3fMv0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/hgqXfkMFAbM/s320/true_friend.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295487931137179458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;True Friendship - Examples of Real Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;True friendship stories are found throughout the Bible. In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; Genesis 18:17-33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, we read about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Abraham. Abraham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; responds by telling God his thoughts and feelings about the situation. God and Abraham are able to do this because they trust and respect each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real and true friendship involves freedom of choice, accountability, truth, and forgiveness. Peter and Jesus give us this example: Peter, afraid for his life after Jesus is led away from the Garden of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Gethsemane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, denies knowing Jesus (John 18). As He is led away by His accusers, Jesus casts a look toward Peter that says, "I knew you would deny Me, and I forgive you" (John 21).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real friendship looks at the heart, not just the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"packaging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Genuine friendship loves for love's sake, not just for what it can get in return. True friendship is both challenging and exciting. It risks, it overlooks faults, and it loves unconditionally, but it also involves being truthful, even though it may hurt. Genuine friendship, also called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;agape"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; love, comes from the Lord. The Lord Jesus calls us His friends and He laid down His life for us (John 15).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SX1a04hz_BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DjBY4f8SVL8/s1600-h/friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SX1a04hz_BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DjBY4f8SVL8/s320/friend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295488601431473170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;        Relationships &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in real life involve different levels of friendships, and that's okay. But humans are designed by God for lasting relationships. Often our isolationist society offers only vague, empty relationships. God wants us to have friends here on earth. Most of all, He wants us to be friends with Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Word tells us that a friend sticks closer than a brother, and that in order for one to be a friend, one must show themselves friendly (Proverbs 18:24). The question is: what type of friend do you desire to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 18:19 in the New Living Translation says: "It's harder to make amends with an offended friend than to capture a fortified city. Arguments separate friends like a gate locked with iron bars." When we've offended a true friend - whether by breaking a trust or by speaking the truth with love - we risk losing that friendship. We must be careful not to break the trust. But when not speaking the truth will cause greater hurt in our friend's life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;we must be willing to sacrifice our needs for those of our friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; That is true friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we sometimes offend a friend without meaning to, God's Word offers a solution. It's called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; There is no greater example than the love of God for us. It so great that He gave His only begotten Son, Jesus Christ, in order that our friendship with God might be restored. He did that in spite of the fact that we have offended Him deeply. We have disobeyed His commands, turned our backs on Him, and followed our own path. So the question remains: What type of friend do you want to be? True Christian friendship forgives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need a friend? God wants to be your true friend. Are you longing for companionship? God is always with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; (Hebrews 13:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Who do you know who needs a true friend today? God wants you to befriend others. He calls us to be His hands and feet in a world starving for true friendship. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1693327178715554262-1546280038173660979?l=xtinemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/feeds/1546280038173660979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1693327178715554262&amp;postID=1546280038173660979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/1546280038173660979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1693327178715554262/posts/default/1546280038173660979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtinemae.blogspot.com/2009/01/friendship.html' title='&quot;friendship&quot;'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558179680884091256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SYqHAqsL2yI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BF-0-geIzNY/S220/1_138070200m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SX1Z2nQTCkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qeYstUdXfW0/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1693327178715554262.post-8859252883143861449</id><published>2009-01-21T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:51:41.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is too short..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SXgkrt1uyNI/AAAAAAAAADE/VDBoj7Y2MZs/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SXgkrt1uyNI/AAAAAAAAADE/VDBoj7Y2MZs/s320/life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294021695431952594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Who are we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:100%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:100%;" &gt;s      human life just a dream, from which we never really awake, as      some great thinkers claim? Are we submerged by our feelings, by      our loves and hates, by our ideas of good, bad, beautiful,      awful? Are we incapable of knowing beyond those ideas and      feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:100%;" &gt; is rounded with a sleep…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:100%;" &gt;Is the reality we know a      reality imposed to us by nature? Is the reality and the m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SXgk2CUbS4I/AAAAAAAAADM/QdgUh2aPDOI/s1600-h/ijslarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SXgk2CUbS4I/AAAAAAAAADM/QdgUh2aPDOI/s320/ijslarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294021872728099714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:100%;" &gt;eaning      of life a creation of men, such as music, or love or colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      &lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Are we - and all liv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;ing beings - just survival machines,      blindly programmed to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt; prese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;rve the selfish molecules known as      genes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Are we incapable of knowing beyond the fram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;es      imposed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to us by nature?&lt;br /&gt;    Is there any significance for life in a Universe of billions of      stars that ignore us&lt;span lang="en-gb"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;      Is there any significance for life in an Universe whose     dimensions and nature overcome      our understanding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in      the eternity that lies before and after it, when I consider the      little space I fill and I see, engulfed in the infinite      immensity of spaces of which I am ignorant, and which know me      not, I rest frightened, and astonished, for there is no reason      why I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; should be here rather than there. Why now rather than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;      then? Who has put me here? By whose order and direction have      this place and time have been ascribed to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Life is too short"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Life is too short to spend your precious time trying to convince a person who wants to live in gloom and doom otherwise. Give lifting that person yur best shot, but don't hang around long enough for his or her bad attitude to pull you down. Instead, surround yourself with optimistic people." Life is too short not to make the best and the most of everything that comes your way everyday. Forgive, forget.Bear with the faults of others as you would have them bear with yours. Be patient and understanding. Life is too short to be malicious.        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-gb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The brevity of life is one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; of the more common themes of      human existential thought. There is authentic poetry in many      ancient reflections on this brevity, and the inevitability of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;      death and nothingness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Love and cruelty on our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: 400;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;    L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ove     gives meaning to our lives – as do friendship, or art or faith in     God. These are fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SXggxSRuikI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7u2YaAF1lgY/s1600-h/hearttdfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SXggxSRuikI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7u2YaAF1lgY/s320/hearttdfd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294017393065888322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;tors of true happiness, of inner peace, of     feelings of harmony, allowing meaning to our existenc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;    But there is the other side. There is the cruelty of life, the     pain, the evil, not to talk of death. They are the hidden tigers,     ambushed and ready to attack the imprudent, to use an image present     in the Buddhist Scriptures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Is between these pendulums - the positive, the one that gives     happiness and meaning, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; the negative - that our lives are lived.     And when we meditate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;about all that, we arrive at a diverse and     disagreeing set of thoughts about the meaning and purpose of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A life without love and friendship is a      meaningless life. The meaning of life is, largely, given by love      and friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Life is sown with those miracles that only people who love can      expect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;AN HAPPY LIFE IS A MEANINGFUL LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: webdings; text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SXglEZWGpjI/AAAAAAAAADU/zu1x-YS8pqk/s1600-h/11927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfmzmJ6j5uM/SXglEZWGpjI/AAAAAAAAADU/zu1x-YS8pqk/s320/11927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294022119427319346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    The meaning of life resides in joy and the feelings of harmony      connected to happiness; without happiness, life loses meaning.      Happiness is at the heart of our lives and our demand for a      meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One great question underlies our experience, whether we think      about it consciously or not: What is the purpose of life? I      believe that the purpose of life is to be happy. From the moment      of birth, every human being wants happiness and does not want to      suffer. From&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the very core of our being we simply desire      contentment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happiness is the only san&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ction of life; where happiness fails,      existence becomes a mad lamentable experi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: webdings; text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 663px; height: 58px;" src="http://www.jesus-christ.com/bird.gif" alt="Flying Bird" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Life seems to fly by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everybody is always talking about it, but to me it seems that nobody sees the actual significance of that statement: "Life seems to fly by....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the years of our youth it does not seem to affect us too much. Life seems interesting and our daily excursions into the New and the Unknown keep us occupied and our days are filled with adventures. But what about later? Every one of us has to grow up and face the burden of so-called Reality. This often means something different to each one of us, but everybody faces the basic struggles. Financial nightmares, emotional stress, inferior friendships and so on.What usually happens is that we get lost in those struggles while making them the most important part of our lives. We are so preoccupied in solving the puzzles of our everyday living that it turns into an ongoing battle repeating itself over and over. It seems to have neither a beginning nor an end. I believe that pretty much sums up the reason for all those years passing us by like flimsy cardboard boxes filled with unrealized dreams and unsolved problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="675" border="0" cellpadding="15"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you try to be honest with yourself and examine the past years objectively, you might come to the same conclusion. You might have had some financial success or even have fallen in love with the person you have always been waiting for. Maybe you are one of the lucky ones and emotional stress and financial burdens do not play a big role in your life. But most of the time one problem replaces another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For instance not having enough money usually creates as many worries as having more than you need. Being "burdened" by excess financial resources means to finding proper investment strategies. In a growing but unstable local economy and world market that can be quite challenging and often takes up a substantial amount of time. And even when you have created a portfolio that suits your needs, there is the matter of maintaining it properly and even that does not give you any insurance that your money is still going to be there the next day.Surely at this point I am not solving any mysteries or telling you anything you do not already know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That leaves us with the original question. Why is it, then, that no matter how fulfilled or unfulfilled, exciting or boring, stressful or relaxing our lives are, there always remains that magical place in the far corner of our existence, filled with anxiety and fear? Some of us might not recognize it, others might be able to ignore it. But for many people it becomes the driving force of their lives. In my opinion these feelings result from a realization that we are not able to control everything that is going on in our lives. We have to admit to ourselves that we are not strong enough, that we do not posses enough power and vision to understand our existence completely and therefore much that will happen to us is left to chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And correct you are. How can human beings that made material and temporary objects the "Holy Grail" of their search through life, measuring self-worth in dollars and cents, fighting each other for rewards that will seep through their hands like the sands of time, even begin to hope that they will be able to manipulate anything outside their own capacity of understanding. This limited environment that we have created for ourselves prohibits us from functioning to the fullest extend of our capabilities. We have not been designed for such a limited application, like a child locked up in a dark room all his life with only one task taught to him. No matter how promising his capabilities might have been, he would grow old much faster than intended and his whole world would revolve around the only task it knows. Wasting our potential on daily chores, worries and fears is like using a super computer exclusively as a word processor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If we ever want to be completely happy and fulfilled, if we ever want to enjoy every single second of the day, we have to break out of these chains of incarceration. Our much limited intelligence causes the destruction of biological environment worldwide and is the main reason for all the violence, oppression and self destruction we are faced with on a daily basis. It ultimately is the cause for our unhappiness because deep inside we know that this is not the world we are supposed to live in. Our ideal world is a world of Love and Understanding. A world of unlimited spiritual growth. Scientific research shows that at this point of our spiritual and physical evolution we are only using 10% of our brain capacity consciously. Are we constructed falsely? No! Why is it then that we are not using so much of our true potential? Clearly it is because 10% is all we need to support the mediocre task we are presenting our brain with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are supposed to be beautiful, spiritual beings with the rest of the earth at our command. But we find ourselves barely above the intelligence level of animals. Fighting daily battles, nation against nation and man against man. Even our own families are subjected to this rage. We have created more violence in our world than the animal kingdom ever will.At least animals use and display violence for a reason. Humans are the only creatures committing senseless acts on a continuous basis, destroying their own habitat as they go along.How intelligent is that? I realize that this is a gloomy picture I am painting. Awakening to the fact that our earth is just a tiny speck somewhere in the universe, controlled and abused by human beings. Being at the mercy of natural forces that we have not the slightest control over and finding ourselves locked in a dimension that at best offers little more than temporary happiness and the gift of living, may it only be for a brief moment in the grand illusion of history.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is this a perspective we are stuck with? Is this the real and undivided truth of our existence, all we can hope for?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No way, my friend. You have been given choices. It is up to you to make the right ones.Hopefully you are not so narrow-minded as to believe that this earth and the universe surrounding it was created by chance. Billions of years ago a "Bang" and from then on everything kind of developed by itself. That does not sound very reasonable, does it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything has a purpose, every grain of sand, every rock has its own special place of existence. Even if evolution has happened the way it is described in scientific publications of the world, there must be a reason for how it came to pass. I am not a person that believes easily. I, like so many others, challenge every bit of information that is placed in front of me. But even I must admit that behind all that has happened, behind all creation there must be a guiding forcecontrolling and manipulating these powers. 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