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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="bibleref" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2+Timothy+3%3A1-4&amp;amp;version=ESV"&gt;2 Timothy 3:1-4&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;span class="note"&gt;       ESV&amp;nbsp;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But understand this, that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not loving good, treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God,&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I won't give my opinions about this verse. I won't give my explanations either. For it is also written,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a class="bibleref" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelation+22%3A18-19&amp;amp;version=ESV"&gt;Revelation 22:18-19&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;span class="note"&gt;       ESV / 4 helpful votes     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="verse"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;I warn everyone who hears the words of the prophecy of this book: if anyone adds to them, God will add to him the plagues described in this book, and if anyone takes away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God will take away his share in the tree of life and in the holy city, which are described in this book.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just wanna show you how this verse,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a class="bibleref" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2+Timothy+3%3A1-4&amp;amp;version=ESV"&gt;2 Timothy 3:1-4&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;span class="note"&gt;       ESV , &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;relates to our world in these last days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="note"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Please visit the following links:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="note"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P51Tds0_B2c" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P51Tds0_B2c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="note"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This time let me present to you how GODLESSNESS is shown by this site&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.practicalspiritualwarfare.com/signs-of-end-times-4.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.practicalspiritualwarfare.com/signs-of-end-times-4.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in these last days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="note"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People will be &lt;i&gt;lovers of their own selves&lt;/i&gt;: this does not mean the normal and natural love of life and of oneself that we should all have. It means selfishness and self-centeredness, signs of end times.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?event=AFF&amp;amp;p=1163657&amp;amp;item_no=381797"&gt;Selfishness: From Loving Yourself to Loving Your Neighbor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People will be &lt;i&gt;covetous&lt;/i&gt;:&amp;nbsp; the word means lovers of money and possessions. People will want more and more and bigger and bigger and better and better, and they will seldom be satisfied with what they have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People will be &lt;i&gt;boasters&lt;/i&gt;: braggarts, pretenders, vaunters, swaggerts. Signs of end times will be the person who boasts in what he has and pretends to have what he does not have or to do what he has not done.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?event=AFF&amp;amp;p=1163657&amp;amp;item_no=061401"&gt;Respectable Sins: Confronting the Sins We Tolerate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People will be &lt;i&gt;proud&lt;/i&gt;: self-exaltation, conceit, arrogance; being haughty; putting oneself above others and looking down upon others; scorn, and contempt. It means to show oneself; to lift one's &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD1"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt; above another; to hold contempt for another; to compare oneself with others. Pride can be hidden in the heart as well as openly displayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People will be &lt;i&gt;blasphemers&lt;/i&gt;: the word means to slander, insult, rail, revile, reproach, curse. Blasphemy is usually thought to be against God, and it is. But with signs of end times it is also a sin against men. Men can blaspheme men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 6.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People will be &lt;i&gt;disobedient to parents&lt;/i&gt;: refusing to do what one's parents say; rebelling against one's parents; showing disrespect to parents; rejecting parental instruction; dishonoring parental example.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?event=AFF&amp;amp;p=1163657&amp;amp;item_no=924443"&gt;What's Happening to My Teen? Uncovering the Sources of Rebellion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People will be &lt;i&gt;unthankful&lt;/i&gt;: no sense of gratitude or appreciation for what one has and receives; no giving of thanks to God or man. As signs of end times many persons feel that the world and society or business and government owe them the good things of life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?event=AFF&amp;amp;p=1163657&amp;amp;item_no=0110032"&gt;The Attitude of Gratitude: Developing a Thankful Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.65in; text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In signs of end times people will be &lt;i&gt;unholy&lt;/i&gt;: profane, indecent, shameless, given over to the most base passions, being blind to modesty, decency, purity, and righteousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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&lt;/script&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 9.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People will be &lt;i&gt;without natural affection&lt;/i&gt;: abnormal affection and love; heartless, without human emotion or love; a lack of feeling for others; abuse of normal affection and love. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;10.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People will be &lt;i&gt;trucebreakers&lt;/i&gt;: breakers of promises and agreements; untrustworthy, faithless, treacherous, and untruthful. A trucebreaker is a man or some organization or body of people who tragically do not keep their word or promise. They are simply untrustworthy and undependable.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?event=AFF&amp;amp;p=1163657&amp;amp;item_no=33405"&gt;God is Good: Discovering His Faithfulness in Faithless Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;11.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People will be &lt;i&gt;false accusers&lt;/i&gt;: slanderers. Note that the Greek word is &lt;i&gt;diabolos&lt;/i&gt;, the very word for the devil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;12.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People will be &lt;i&gt;incontinent&lt;/i&gt;: undisciplined and uncontrolled; having no self-control or no power to discipline. Sure signs of end times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;13.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People will be &lt;i&gt;fierce&lt;/i&gt;: savage and untamed. It is the word that describes the savage beast of the wild that is unrestrained in its fierceness. It is a word that should never be true of people, yet tragically it is. Never in the history of the world have men become as fierce and savage as they are today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;14.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People will be &lt;i&gt;despisers of those who are good&lt;/i&gt;: this refers to people despising both good people and good things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 15.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People will be &lt;i&gt;traitors&lt;/i&gt;: betraying a trust refers to a person who...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.7in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;betrays his country&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.7in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;betrays his team&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.7in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;betrays his friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.7in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;•&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;betrays his &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD3"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 16.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People will be &lt;i&gt;heady&lt;/i&gt;: headstrong and reckless, rash and hasty—all without giving thought to the consequences. Reckless is probably the best description.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?event=AFF&amp;amp;p=1163657&amp;amp;item_no=336222"&gt;The New Strong-Willed Child&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in;"&gt;17.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;People will be &lt;i&gt;high minded&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; puffed up and conceited; having feelings of self-importance. More sure signs of end times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;18.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;People will be lovers of pleasure more than lovers of God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?event=AFF&amp;amp;p=1163657&amp;amp;item_no=425444"&gt;The Call of the Elijah Revolution: The Passion For Radical Change&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="note"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="note"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="note"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="note"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As I mentioned earlier, I won't be adding any comments or any explanations because I am afraid of the words of the Almighty Father, " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="heading passage-class-0"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Revelation 22:18-19&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="txt-sm"&gt;English Standard Version (ESV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-31083"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt; I warn everyone who hears the words of the prophecy of this book: if anyone adds to them, God will add to him the plagues described in this book, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-31084"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt; and if anyone takes away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God will take away his share in the tree of life and in the holy city, which are described in this book.&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="note"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="note"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now, friends, it's up to you to decide. It's up to you to believe. Do you&amp;nbsp; think and believe that Judgment Day is at hand? And that the Second Coming of the Lord Jesus Christ is coming nearer?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="note"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you do, THIS IS THE TIME TO SEEK FOR YOUR SOUL'S SALVATION! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="note"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, 6:30 in the morning. It was too early for me to wake up. It was not my plan to wake up early. But suddenly I got up from my bed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was looking for my Cedie. I was shouting out loud, "Cedie, Cedie, where are you. Come out. Cedie, Cedie".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMv71cmR9uU/TvXwFvgSYII/AAAAAAAAAvg/OawpvsZAssg/s1600/Picture0277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMv71cmR9uU/TvXwFvgSYII/AAAAAAAAAvg/OawpvsZAssg/s400/Picture0277.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I couldn't find him. People around who heard me shouting started mocking me. They imitated my shouts. I traveled so far. I went past lots of places looking for my Cedie. I don't understand how I traveled. I didn't see any vehicles. I saw myself once walking along the highway. There was no one in that place. It looked like wilderness. It was like one of the mountains in Polillo Island in Quezon, Philippines. There weren't any houses. I was not riding any vehicles, but I think, I was moving so fast. I was walking so fast. Or I was traveling so fast in my dream.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I remember, we were trying to help some brethren. It's not clear why we were helping them. But we were telling them to take that weird vehicle that was waiting along the street. It seemed like it was a truck because it had a passenger seat beside the driver. It was high and big. But it had a roof. So it looked like a bus. The difference is that the front passenger seat of the bus doesn't have a door. The mode of transportation in my dream had a passenger seat beside the driver with a door. It could be my L300 van. But my van is a little smaller. This means of transportation was much bigger than my van. Cedie jumped up that vehicle and took the front seat. I saw the door closed, but I didn't see the driver.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I saw Jo-ane Avancena riding that weird vehicle at the back. She was the ONLY prominent individual in my dream. Seats at the back were similar to the seats of my L300 van.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I always wonder why this woman who always makes my life, my profession, and my career a mess is always present in my dream. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is it because I cannot express what I really feel about this woman because I need to control my emothions so I won't commit any sins against my GOD?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She made my life, profession, and career in trouble by messing up, botching, and bungling all my things here at my centre which up to this day, December 24th, 2011, are NOT organized and NOT in order yet despite the fact that I started re-structuring my place in August. Because of this unmethodical, inefficient, and sloppy woman, my plans this year, 2011, are NOT pursued. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Cedie passed by my side as a black and gold cat, NOT&amp;nbsp; a dog. But I said to myself, he was Cedie. I even called him. He just ignored me. I kept on helping people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;While we were busy taking care of the people in my dream, we didn't notice that the vehicle went off. When I looked around toward the direction of that bus-truck like vehicle, it was gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's the time my hubby and I started searching for Cedie. At first we were together. I think, we took a weird motorcycle at first. Then suddenly, I saw ourselves walking parallel along a highway. That time mockery and ridicule started to begin. But we didn't mind them. We continued seeking for Cedie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then I suddenly woke up. I thought it was real. So I started looking for Cedie, my pet. I found him on his pedestal. He has a special place every time he sleeps. He was still sleeping. I woke him up and checked his condition. He was fine. Until later that day, I discovered that Cedie was not in the good mood. Cedie was not eating. Cedie was not in the mood to play with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today, December 24th, 2011, Cedie is sick with colds and fever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hope and pray that my dream won't come true. Because if Cedie will be lost, a part of my life will also be gone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please heal my Cedie, my Father.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961268331975233871-7952751820556003336?l=prettyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~4/hn5Cau4lT_0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7952751820556003336/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961268331975233871&amp;postID=7952751820556003336&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/7952751820556003336?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/7952751820556003336?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~3/hn5Cau4lT_0/cedie-cedie-where-are-you.html" title="&quot;CEDIE! CEDIE! WHERE ARE YOU?&quot;" /><author><name>prettyjean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623587102683044051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sanx9k1sP_w/TNllz9dIsiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2zyhTbooAFk/S220/JEAN%2BSKETCH.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMv71cmR9uU/TvXwFvgSYII/AAAAAAAAAvg/OawpvsZAssg/s72-c/Picture0277.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/2011/12/cedie-cedie-where-are-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIBRHczeyp7ImA9WhRXF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961268331975233871.post-2697241565119375221</id><published>2011-12-23T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:39:15.983-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-24T06:39:15.983-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my premonition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hymnals" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my dream" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hymns" /><title>"TAKE ME THERE": THE THIRD DREAM BEFORE 2011 ENDS</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This was the first day of my performance as a choir member in a church wedding after our Thanksgiving. I was looking forward to singing in that wedding. It was the wedding of the daughter of Bro. Romy Manalac.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prior to the wedding, that's in the morning when I was still sleeping, I saw this dream.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was in a gathering. I had my clear book with me. All choir members must have their clear books with musical notations every time we perform our duties. Without a clear book, a choir member cannot sing in the choir loft.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was a big gathering. I had my clear book, but I was not in the choir loft. Though, I was singing with the choir. Male choir was in the choir loft with ONLY ONE female who looked like sister Jean, the temple choir leader and Prof. Julie T. Valencia, my best friend, who is also a choir member in the Locale of Murphy in Quezon City, Philippines.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am just wondering why the setting was at the temple, but the choir members were all male. Another thing is, my best friend, Julie cannot sing with us at the temple unless she is gonna transfer from the Locale of Murphy to the Locale of Central.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joan Avancena, a choir member who has been working here at my centre as a teacher for almost 3 years now, was beside me singing all the hymns. She was on my right. Another weird thing is, I talked to someone on my left while I was performing my duty. I told her that it's really good to sing praises to the Almighty GOD. She said that she was also a choir member when she was still young. So I asked her why not come back to the choir to sing songs of praises to the Creator. Then I went back singing hymns after whispering those words.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We sang a lot. One of the hymns that we sang had the following lyrics:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life on this Earth is fragile, Father!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please take me there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please take me there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The hymn was a little bit long. These lines were repeated thrice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life on this Earth is fragile, Father!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please take me there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please take me there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;These words were emphatic. I could see some mysterious light on each line. And because the canticle narrates life on Earth as fragile with lots of difficulties, every one was crying out loud. I was even crying when I woke up. It was not just a humble cry, it was a loud cry. Very seldom I dream like this.&amp;nbsp; I heard my voice crying. That's the reason why I suddenly woke up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just wonder what this dream means. This is the third dream that I dreamt before this year, 2011, ends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6R6gVRniobo/TvTFkOD8npI/AAAAAAAAAu0/gWdvRbaTMPk/s1600/677325-music-notes0021.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6R6gVRniobo/TvTFkOD8npI/AAAAAAAAAu0/gWdvRbaTMPk/s1600/677325-music-notes0021.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life on this Earth is fragile, Father!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please take me there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please take me there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life on this Earth is fragile, Father!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please take me there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please take me there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PbPDN5cJECzmzJf4Oy4IOXNnSoo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PbPDN5cJECzmzJf4Oy4IOXNnSoo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PbPDN5cJECzmzJf4Oy4IOXNnSoo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PbPDN5cJECzmzJf4Oy4IOXNnSoo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I started hearing news about flash floods on Sunday, December 18th, 2011. It was ou&lt;i&gt;r Thanksgiving &lt;/i&gt;so I couldn't focus on the "outside world".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K6eucYM6b9Y/TvSvGBDOTlI/AAAAAAAAAuc/WrcYDIAZQVs/s1600/article-0-0F393F2900000578-746_964x641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K6eucYM6b9Y/TvSvGBDOTlI/AAAAAAAAAuc/WrcYDIAZQVs/s400/article-0-0F393F2900000578-746_964x641.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As a member of the Church of Christ (Romans 16:16, Acts 20:28),&amp;nbsp; I have additional responsibilities as a member of the English choir. Whenever I need to perform my church duties, I avoid watching TV programmes and movies. I also eschew&amp;nbsp; listening to everything about the "outside world". "Outside world" here refers to the things, places, people, and events that are not related to my church obligations. In other words, my "outside world" stops when I am in my "Holy world".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I admit, I always hear the news late. But whenever I am not into my "Holy world", I spend almost 4 hours on researching, reading, blogging, and looking for things that are newly discovered, trendy, and beautiful on the internet every day. That's excluding the hours I spend on teaching my students online.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honestly, during classes in the past few days, I shunned discussing these topics: Typhoon Sendong, Iligan City, Cagayan de Oro City, flash floods, and other things that are related to the recent disastrous event which is described as the world's deadliest storm in 2011. I didn't want to discuss them during my classes with my students. I am hurt whenever I start thinking about what's been going on in those affected areas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/nation/12/19/11/sendong-worlds-deadliest-storm-2011" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/nation/12/19/11/sendong-worlds-deadliest-storm-2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But tonight, I felt some force that urged me to write this. It seems like this catastrophic event has a message, a ''spiritual'' message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let's analyze some things that have happened through the accounts of events I patiently searched on the net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Presidential Adviser for Environmental Protection described the flash floods created by Sendong on Tuesday, December 20th, 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"Flash floods brought by tropical storm Sendong created a "reverse tsunami" that swept away entire communities in Iligan City and Cagayan de Oro before washing out to sea. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/nation/12/20/11/sendong-flood-reverse-tsunami-acosta" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/nation/12/20/11/sendong-flood-reverse-tsunami-acosta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Barangay Councilor Prisco Zapanta of Barangay 13 in Burgos, Cagayan De Oro City said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;“Nobody suspected that the huge flood was coming because early on that fateful day (Friday), the rains and winds of typhoon Sendong were considerably slow. It was only at about 10 p.m. when I observed the water at the Cagayan River surrounding Isla de Oro rising quite slowly.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/113577/%E2%80%98i-saw-killer-sendong-floods-coming%E2%80%99-says-village-councilor" target="_blank"&gt;http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/113577/%E2%80%98i-saw-killer-sendong-floods-coming%E2%80%99-says-village-councilor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No one expected the coming of the rushing flash floods. According to a Christian perspective&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="bookmark-title" href="http://www.gospel.com/bookmarks/flood-Christian-perspective/12435"&gt;Like a flood - a Christian perspective&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="bookmark-description"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The promised Messiah is prophesied to arrive "like a flood,"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; catching people off guard with the power of his message. That certainly describes the rapid spread of Christ's gospel during the years following his resurrection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="bookmark-description"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If men were able to exactly detect and foresee future events, tragedies like this could have been dodged. But man doesn't see everything. Man cannot see the future. Man doesn't completely know what will precisely happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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NASA’s Tropical Rainfall Measuring Mission (TRMM) satellite produced the image above late on December 15, 2011. In this image, it shows the tallest thunderstorms in the storm that reached around 15 kilometers or approximately 9.3 miles. The TRMM estimated only heavy rainfall located in the southwest quadrant of the storm early on December 15. By that evening, the storm had intensified and was showing rainfall estimates of at least two inches (50 mm) per hour in the east, north, and western quadrants. Some areas across the region, including Mindanao, saw rainfall totals you would typically see in a month in just one day. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Everyone pays attention to the winds of a tropical system, but the biggest threat from any tropical cyclone is heavy rain, flooding, and storm surge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://earthsky.org/earth/tropical-storm-washi-kills-hundreds-in-the-philippines" target="_blank"&gt;http://earthsky.org/earth/tropical-storm-washi-kills-hundreds-in-the-philippines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And no one had paid attention to the heavy rains and flooding as well as storm surges to be brought by Sendong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bible tells something about the story of the great flood wherein Noah was given precautions and safety measures. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a class="bookmark-title" href="http://www.gospel.com/bookmarks/Flood-Bible-Genesis-6-7/9505"&gt;"Flood" in the Bible: Genesis 6-7&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="bookmark-description"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;
The story of the great Flood, which God sent to wipe clean a world that persisted in acting wickedly. Noah, his family, and the animals he brought on board the ark were spared by God from the destruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="bookmark-description"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noah was given an advisory that time, BUT THIS TIME, THERE WASN'T ANY ADVISORY. Even if PAGASA warned or gave warning of the coming catastrophe, still, PAGASA's warning wasn't enough to survive the cataclysmic floods that killed more than 1,000 people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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ILIGAN, Philippines (AP) — A southern Philippine area devastated by flash floods that killed more than 1,000 people looks like it was hit by a tsunami, a U.N. official said Thursday as he appealed for $28 million in aid for the region.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bookmark-description"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ph.news.yahoo.com/un-philippine-flood-destruction-tsunami-064851973.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://ph.news.yahoo.com/un-philippine-flood-destruction-tsunami-064851973.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="bookmark-description"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's all be reminded that the Almighty GOD promised to destroy all life under the heavens.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bookmark-description"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+6:17&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Genesis 6:17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am going to bring &lt;b&gt;flood&lt;/b&gt;waters on the earth to destroy all life under the heavens, every creature that has the breath of life in it. Everything on earth will perish.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But the Creator also established a covenant with Noah, NOT to send flood to destroy the earth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="bookmark-description"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+9:11&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Genesis 9:11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I establish my covenant with you: Never again will all life be destroyed by the waters of a &lt;b&gt;flood&lt;/b&gt;; never again will there be a &lt;b&gt;flood&lt;/b&gt; to destroy the earth.”&lt;span class="keywordresultextras"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Therefore, the flash floods created by Sendong weren't brought by the Almighty GOD. They were not caused naturally. They were caused by MAN which brought a conclusion to me that MAN HAS GROWN TO BE WILDER AND MORE BARBAROUS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As the Holy Bible states, "love of most will grow cold in these last days".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="heading passage-class-0"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Matthew 24:12&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="txt-sm"&gt;New International Version (NIV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-23970"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt; Because of the increase of wickedness, the love of most will grow cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Holy Bible also mentions about a "DAY" which will NOT COME UNTIL THE REBELLION OCCURS AND THE MAN OF LAWLESSNESS IS REVEALED. The Bible continues saying, "THE MAN DOOMED TO DESTRUCTION".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="heading passage-class-1"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;2 Thessalonians 2:3&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="txt-sm"&gt;New International Version (NIV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29665"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; Don’t let anyone deceive you in any way, for that day will not come until the rebellion occurs and the man of lawlessness&lt;sup class="footnote" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-29665a&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote a&amp;quot;&amp;gt;a&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2024:12;%202%20Thessalonians%202:3;%201%20Timothy%204:1-3#fen-NIV-29665a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; is revealed, the man doomed to destruction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The online dictionary defines ''doom (v.)'' as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt; To condemn to ruination or death. See Synonyms at &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/condemn"&gt;condemn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt; To destine to an unhappy end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Look at our surroundings now. Look what happened to Iligan and Cagayan De Oro Cities. Everything is ruined. Everything resulted to death which made every one unhappy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let's all be reminded that THE END OF THE WORLD IS NEAR. DOOM'S DAY IS COMING SO FAST. IT IS COMPARED TO A THIEF. IT WILL COME LIKE FLASH FLOODS. NO ONE KNOWS. NO ONE WILL BE WARNED. DOOM'S DAY WILL JUST COME UNEXPECTEDLY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961268331975233871-9098897891811923947?l=prettyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~4/ewWCdly_twM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/feeds/9098897891811923947/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961268331975233871&amp;postID=9098897891811923947&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/9098897891811923947?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/9098897891811923947?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~3/ewWCdly_twM/message-of-iligan-city-flash-floods.html" title="THE MESSAGE OF ILIGAN AND CAGAYAN DE ORO  FLASH FLOODS" /><author><name>prettyjean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623587102683044051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sanx9k1sP_w/TNllz9dIsiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2zyhTbooAFk/S220/JEAN%2BSKETCH.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K6eucYM6b9Y/TvSvGBDOTlI/AAAAAAAAAuc/WrcYDIAZQVs/s72-c/article-0-0F393F2900000578-746_964x641.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/2011/12/message-of-iligan-city-flash-floods.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UARnczfCp7ImA9WhRXE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961268331975233871.post-2532095324126027301</id><published>2011-12-19T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:07:27.984-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T22:07:27.984-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my premonition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meaning of my life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Church of Christ" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my dream" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hymns" /><title>A HYMN OF PRAISES IN MY DREAM</title><content type="html">
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;December 17th, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Every one was very busy preparing for our Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was still sleeping around 5A.M. My performance would be at 10AM&lt;/span&gt;. All officers were required to be in at 8A.M.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE DREAM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Images in my dream are so vivid that up to this moment, I can't forget them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I was talking to my sister, Marivic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;We were inside the nipa hut in her place. This is also the same place where our mother died alone. The nipa hut was bought by our brother Bernard when he came back in December, 2009 from Qatar, that was less than a year before he passed away. This nipa hut is also the place where my sister, my nieces and nephew eat their meals and entertain visitors. This is also their entertainment area where one can watch TV programmes and sing with the karaoke system. These TV set and karaoke system were given by my brother Bernard before he expired on August 11th, 2010.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I could see in my dream that my nieces, especially Hunny, were working and doing something while my sister Marivic was preparing food and drinks for me, and maybe for us. But for sure, she was preparing food and drinks. The drinks were probably coffee. Hunny was working on my left outside the nipa hut where my sister Vicky and I were talking. I was facing the other nipa hut beside our Mt. Heights Montessori and English School. She was working on land, maybe, planting something. But I saw she was pulling something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Marivic, my sister, was on my right if I would be facing that nipa hut where they cook their food and store their food as well. The same nipa hut that is beside our Mt. Heights Montessori and English School. She was also placed in front of me when I faced their house which is still under construction inside that compound with less than 1,000sq m lot in Caloocan City.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;As usual, I was just sitting while conversing with them. This gesture has been my action in the family circle whenever we meet. Similar to my childhood when I would just talk and would tell them what to do, as if I was just a commander. The only difference in this dream is that I was talking in a friendly manner with everybody and I was humming our hymns particularly the 100 which is entitled "My Heart Resounds With Praise".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I told my sister Vicky that it really feels good to sing praises to our Father. Hymns give us a feeling of relief. She butted in by saying these..." especially that hymn, 100. It will be sang in the Thanksgiving later". As she uttered these words, I woke up. I saw the clock. The clock said it was 5:30A.M.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I stopped for a while. Thought for a while. Then&amp;nbsp; got up to prepare for the Thanksgiving on that day, Saturday, December 17th, 2011.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;THE HYMN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;100&amp;nbsp; " M y Heart Resounds with Praise"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;All Your blessings, Lord, I ponder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Graces flowing endlessly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Oh, my life, I humbly offer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;For the love You give to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Chorus:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Lord my heart resounds with praise.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;As I give my thanks today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Though Your love can't be repaid.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I will serve You all my days.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Lord, my GOD, You lead me safely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;From the hands of misery.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;And Your words of truth shine brightly,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Guiding me to victory.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Thank You, Father, for I'm chosen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;To receive Your sacred grace,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Oh, the promise of salvation,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Blessed peace in Your embrace.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Chorus:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Lord my heart resounds with praise.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;As I give my thanks today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Though Your love can't be repaid.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I will serve You all my days.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F__3lieibLw/TvAlNr4P1TI/AAAAAAAAAsI/5-exKDGI_fA/s1600/th_music.jpg+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F__3lieibLw/TvAlNr4P1TI/AAAAAAAAAsI/5-exKDGI_fA/s400/th_music.jpg+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;The most emphatic line in my dream was ''I WILL SERVE YOU ALL MY DAYS''. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961268331975233871-2532095324126027301?l=prettyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~4/06Yso8_Ccic" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/feeds/2532095324126027301/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961268331975233871&amp;postID=2532095324126027301&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/2532095324126027301?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/2532095324126027301?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~3/06Yso8_Ccic/hymn-of-praises-in-my-dream.html" title="A HYMN OF PRAISES IN MY DREAM" /><author><name>prettyjean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623587102683044051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sanx9k1sP_w/TNllz9dIsiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2zyhTbooAFk/S220/JEAN%2BSKETCH.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8fdpRnbeIw/TvAloHLqLII/AAAAAAAAAsQ/aJE-W2Ar6mE/s72-c/th_music.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/2011/12/hymn-of-praises-in-my-dream.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08HRno7eCp7ImA9WhRVF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961268331975233871.post-7121696288376337064</id><published>2011-12-19T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:03:57.400-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T08:03:57.400-08:00</app:edited><title>BERNARD'S OFFLINE MESSAGES on Tuesday, March 10, 2009 9:04 AM: " I WANNA REST "</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ibmfRgxzXT1C9Gf8tEsz6qxfuwQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ibmfRgxzXT1C9Gf8tEsz6qxfuwQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1324291463_0" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;These were offline messages of my brother Bern when he was working in Qatar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDZEsG2g5sQ/TxRKXPovT0I/AAAAAAAAA4I/ZzjHdm_tByk/s1600/Picture0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDZEsG2g5sQ/TxRKXPovT0I/AAAAAAAAA4I/ZzjHdm_tByk/s400/Picture0010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1324291463_0" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1324291463_0" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;bernard&lt;/span&gt; ayende: not yet sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;bernard ayende (3/6/2009 7:50:01 PM): baka hindi (maybe not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;bernard ayende (3/6/2009 7:50:11 PM): pero gusto ko na magpahinga (But I wanna rest now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;bernard ayende (3/6/2009 7:50:20 PM): pagod na ako here sa work ko (I'm so tired of my work here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;bernard ayende (3/6/2009 7:50:28 PM): hope to see you soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.................................................................................................................................. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--R_YvZ6KG1c/Tu8WjqEFulI/AAAAAAAAAr4/tuGxJTqGfII/s1600/meant-so-much619.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--R_YvZ6KG1c/Tu8WjqEFulI/AAAAAAAAAr4/tuGxJTqGfII/s320/meant-so-much619.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I went to my e-mail inbox today. It's the e-mail address that I used with you when you were still alive. All the e-mails you sent to me, all our chats texts and everything that was about you are saved in that e-mail inbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As far as my feelings are concerned, I don't wanna go to this e-mail anymore. So I created a new one. But I don't wanna lose every memory of you. So I also need to go to this e-mail at least once a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just 10 minutes ago, I read these messages from you, your offline messages which you sent me to YM when you were still in Qatar working at a British company based there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know that you and I have something in common. We both have ESP, Extra Sensory Perception. But I still can't believe up to this moment why I wasn't able to decipher your messages to me. You came back to the Philippines in March, 2010 for your company extended your services for more than two months, that's if my memory is right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When you came back in December of 2009, you gave us all watches. My watch is still here with me but our other siblings' watches are all gone now. You got the watch which was meant for me from its box. You put it on my wrist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I was wondering why you did that to me. There was also a question in my mind, "Why did you give us all watches?" Watch means time. You were telling us indirectly something about the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I didn't talk about those thoughts. I didn't also tell them to you. Usually when I had something bad in my mind, I talked. But that time, I was so tongue tied. God didn't allow me to talk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I wasn't able to see you then. I was very busy with my training and summer classes. Until one day, our mom knocked at my door. I thought she was really alive. I even called her, "Mama!" But she's gone. She called me when I was sleeping in the afternoon of Thursday inside the nursery training room, that was after my church duty and before I started my afternoon classes. I usually rest in the afternoons of Thursdays for I wake up very early at 2 in the morning for the performances of my church duty as a member of the English choir in the locale of Central.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When I got up, I hurriedly went to my phones and started dialing your numbers. I was crying already that time. I was thinking something wrong was going on with you. Imagine, we have other siblings, but that time, it was only you who came into my mind after our mom called me while I was asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When we were talking that day, you told me that Mama showed up to you on the night of Wednesday, prior to the day, Thursday, when our Mama called me while I was sleeping. You told me that you and Mama spent the night together drinking coffee. I had a strange feeling again. But I told you to pray a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A week after that talk, it was Monday when I told you that I would be visiting you. You even asked me if I knew where you were. I told you that you were in your house in Laloma, unless you were in the hospital that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then you called me through my mobile phone. At first you told e why I always knew what was happening to you. And I told you that you had forgotten that I have eight senses. Then you told me to go to the surgical section of the St. Luke's Hospital in E. Rodriguez Ave., Quezon City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It took time to decide whether I would be allowing you to undergo the operation. I talked to all your doctors. I was waiting for the "go signal" from our GOD. My feeling was so positive that time. I had no intuition that would be dying. So I said "yes, you may undergo the operation". But when I was supposed to sign the waiver, you got it to sign it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Peacefully, I went back to my center to get my things for I needed to attend to my church duty on Thursday morning again. I just went home in the afternoon of Wednesday, conducted some of my online classes because I also needed some money that time. While I was teaching one of my Chinese students, I got a call from Yen, our niece, telling me to go back to the hospital because you needed me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When I came back, I saw you lying lifelessly on the bed inside the operating room. Your wishes of "resting" came true when you died on August 11th, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My eight senses usually worked out well. But on the day of your death, my senses were in vain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2q5skBSP2rI/Tu8hCm4seGI/AAAAAAAAAsA/855AehhLPMM/s1600/miss-you.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2q5skBSP2rI/Tu8hCm4seGI/AAAAAAAAAsA/855AehhLPMM/s1600/miss-you.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;By the way, did you take this death timer quiz?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://deathtimer.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://deathtimer.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Or it is really GOD's will that you went away without saying anything to test our faith in the TRUE LIVING GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961268331975233871-7121696288376337064?l=prettyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~4/uaNpXzo82XE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/feeds/7121696288376337064/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961268331975233871&amp;postID=7121696288376337064&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/7121696288376337064?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/7121696288376337064?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~3/uaNpXzo82XE/bernards-offline-messages-on-tuesday.html" title="BERNARD'S OFFLINE MESSAGES on Tuesday, March 10, 2009 9:04 AM: &quot; I WANNA REST &quot;" /><author><name>prettyjean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623587102683044051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sanx9k1sP_w/TNllz9dIsiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2zyhTbooAFk/S220/JEAN%2BSKETCH.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDZEsG2g5sQ/TxRKXPovT0I/AAAAAAAAA4I/ZzjHdm_tByk/s72-c/Picture0010.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/2011/12/bernards-offline-messages-on-tuesday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQDSH4-cSp7ImA9WhRWGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961268331975233871.post-1747678824851284895</id><published>2011-12-16T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T21:06:19.059-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-05T21:06:19.059-08:00</app:edited><title>Am I Orthorexic?</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/b-jlQKOtl0vVAhRanCxs6jPd9-U/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/b-jlQKOtl0vVAhRanCxs6jPd9-U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/b-jlQKOtl0vVAhRanCxs6jPd9-U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/b-jlQKOtl0vVAhRanCxs6jPd9-U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is orthorexia? Identified in 1997 by Colorado physician Steven Bratman, MD, orthorexia is Latin for “correct eating.” Here, too, the focus isn’t on losing weight. Instead, sufferers increasingly restrict their diets to foods they consider pure, natural and healthful. Some researchers say that orthorexia may combine a touch of obsessive compulsive disorder with anxiety and warn that severely limited “healthy” diets may be a stepping stone to anorexia nervosa, the most severe - and potentially life-threatening - eating disorder.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/224023_219865651360174_100000102225575_995748_2818928_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="photo_img img" height="365" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/224023_219865651360174_100000102225575_995748_2818928_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I eat to live. Not I live to eat. Eating for me is a necessity. It's not a luxury. So I just eat when I need to. If I am not hungry, I don't eat. Why should I? It will just add calories and weight to my body. I might not be able to maintain my ideal weight until I age.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love eating foods that are ONLY right and proper to me. Fruits and vegetables are the main courses of my diet. If I don't eat vegetables, I feel so weak. I need to eat vegetables every day in order to be strong and be able to finish all my tasks in a day. Fruits are my deserts and my carbohydrates as well. I can finish eating one kilo of bananas in one meal. That's how voracious I am when it comes to fruits.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I don't eat all kinds of fruits. I am too picky. I'm afraid that my atopic eczema or atopic dermatitis might attack. If that happens, I will be the one in trouble, not any members of my family, not any of my friends, but myself alone. So I need to be choosy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just want to know if my attitude brings me closer to being orthorexic. If someone reads this who knows something about orthorexia, please leave a message or comment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for your time. GOD BLESS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961268331975233871-1747678824851284895?l=prettyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~4/PYoNxajO7L4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/feeds/1747678824851284895/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961268331975233871&amp;postID=1747678824851284895&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/1747678824851284895?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/1747678824851284895?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~3/PYoNxajO7L4/am-i-orthorexic.html" title="Am I Orthorexic?" /><author><name>prettyjean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623587102683044051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sanx9k1sP_w/TNllz9dIsiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2zyhTbooAFk/S220/JEAN%2BSKETCH.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/2011/12/am-i-orthorexic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QGQ386eCp7ImA9WhRQGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961268331975233871.post-5918206958560499250</id><published>2011-12-15T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T09:48:42.110-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-15T09:48:42.110-08:00</app:edited><title>A WONDERFUL NIGHT WITH MY CLOSE FRIENDS..............</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n40sWDHtcTU8ALJFa0S5aJ7eoCk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n40sWDHtcTU8ALJFa0S5aJ7eoCk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n40sWDHtcTU8ALJFa0S5aJ7eoCk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n40sWDHtcTU8ALJFa0S5aJ7eoCk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I enjoyed my April 21st, 2011 night with my close friends here, Dr. Julie Valencia, a professor and a Doctor of Education; and a retired policewoman and officer, Precy Aguilar. After we finished our business talk, we started our singing spree. Well, life is really wonderful with my close friends around me. Close friends who won't discern me the way I really am and I have become. I can act naturally in front of them. I can say whatever I want to say without telling me that I'm going out of my mind. I can be with them soooooooooooooooo happily. I can feel the PRESENCE OF MY GOD WHEN I AM WITH MY CLOSE FRIENDS.....I LOVE THEM...I LOVE MY WHOLE FAMILY...BUT I LOVE MY GOD ABOVE ALL...Thank you soooooooooooooooooooo much GOD for giving me people around me who will accept the way I really am...though YOU have already taken away my brother, Bern, still YOU have been keeping people beside me, people who'll become my loving friends....THANK YOU, GOD for a wonderful opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MQXtWcQGzpt-cQ-8qS5NIcYEuKY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MQXtWcQGzpt-cQ-8qS5NIcYEuKY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's been a year and six days since I created this page, the Pretty Jean: The Person on facebook. It was December 10th, 2010 when I created this to commemorate my brother Bernard. It was August 11th, 2010 when he died. To ease the pain I was feeling inside, I created this page.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since that day, I earned a lot of friends. I also gained their sympathy. Whenever I posted something on thsi page, my friends never missed to hit the ''like'' button of my post.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lately, I heard rumors about facebook's gonna shut down. Tonight, as early as 7:30, I was trying to see my page on facebook so I could record my online classes texts on Skype, but the database didn't allow me to.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm afraid to lose everything that I wrote on that page. So here I am making this blog to commemorate, and if possible. save all my literature especially my poetry on this page...&lt;br /&gt;
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You may check them out to know me more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961268331975233871-119507212507251485?l=prettyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~4/ze65rxrdJnw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="related" href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=tn_tnmn#!/pages/Pretty-Jean-The-Person/173267462697511" title="Pretty Jean: The Person on Facebook" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/feeds/119507212507251485/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961268331975233871&amp;postID=119507212507251485&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/119507212507251485?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/119507212507251485?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~3/ze65rxrdJnw/pretty-jean-person-on-facebook.html" title="Pretty Jean: The Person on Facebook" /><author><name>prettyjean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623587102683044051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sanx9k1sP_w/TNllz9dIsiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2zyhTbooAFk/S220/JEAN%2BSKETCH.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/2011/12/pretty-jean-person-on-facebook.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08GQ3Y_eyp7ImA9WhdQEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961268331975233871.post-1038772730319973218</id><published>2011-08-10T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T20:03:42.843-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-10T20:03:42.843-07:00</app:edited><title>I'M A TRANSFORMER!</title><content type="html">
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August 11th, 2011&lt;br /&gt;
TRANSFORMER&lt;br /&gt;
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The death of my brother Bern is today!&lt;br /&gt;
It is also my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;
Because I'M A TRANSFORMER!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-Fbzruw384/TkNGXxCvkBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/58pEAkZds_k/s1600/BERN+ON+YAHOO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-Fbzruw384/TkNGXxCvkBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/58pEAkZds_k/s1600/BERN+ON+YAHOO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is the death of my brother Bern.&lt;br /&gt;
But I needed to be transformed.&lt;br /&gt;
Tears in my eyes are surely deformed.&lt;br /&gt;
But I've just told pains goodbyes! I need to be reformed!&lt;br /&gt;
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Today is the death of my brother Bern.&lt;br /&gt;
But I needed to be transformed.&lt;br /&gt;
I should no longer be sentimental, neither emotional!&lt;br /&gt;
I need not to be temperamental, but Spiritual!&lt;br /&gt;
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Today is the time to have a complete change.&lt;br /&gt;
For I no longer live for myself, I should not be strange!&lt;br /&gt;
For I no longer breathe for my sake, I should not derange!&lt;br /&gt;
To live and to breathe with GOD should be my exchange!&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, I must re-state my conviction.&lt;br /&gt;
That I should live for GOD alone.&lt;br /&gt;
That I must breathe to serve GOD, not my own.&lt;br /&gt;
To do HIS will from dawn to dawn!&lt;br /&gt;
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GOD BLESS ME! AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961268331975233871-1038772730319973218?l=prettyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~4/InfjYLWGXq8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/feeds/1038772730319973218/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961268331975233871&amp;postID=1038772730319973218&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/1038772730319973218?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/1038772730319973218?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~3/InfjYLWGXq8/im-transformer.html" title="I'M A TRANSFORMER!" /><author><name>prettyjean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623587102683044051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sanx9k1sP_w/TNllz9dIsiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2zyhTbooAFk/S220/JEAN%2BSKETCH.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dyr_u94nntE/TkNGMc34kdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/V-UEYyJxNNk/s72-c/bumblebee+transformer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-transformer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUECR384fyp7ImA9Wx9QGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961268331975233871.post-9219665351362368310</id><published>2011-01-01T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T09:41:06.137-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-01T09:41:06.137-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="day in hell" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="January 1st" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comic strips" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life in hell" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cartoon characters" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Binky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011. new year 2011" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tragedy" /><title>JANUARY 1ST, 2011: LIFE IN  HELL</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1ACrBhmbTrAyP0KGnIForCCtj4o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1ACrBhmbTrAyP0KGnIForCCtj4o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love reading literature: short stories, novels, poems, essays, articles, and anything that can be read and can be the source of knowledge and wisdom. When I was a child, I read a lot of comic books. Today, I read comic strips on newspapers and magazines. I even use comic strips in teaching arts and &amp;nbsp;creativity to kids. I remember when I was in college, I started my comic strips compilation. Now that I have my own training centre, I always benefit from those collections.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the comic strips that I have read is "Life In Hell" by Matt Groening who used rabbits and gay lovers to explore varieties of topics such as love, relationships, sex, work, and death. In this cartoon, Binky's life was dread and bitter. He always ended up with a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought I would just see this kind of life on a comic book, or in any tales. But I am wrong. Today, January 1st, 2011, I witnessed someone's life in hell. It's the first day of the year, and it's a belief that we have to start our year right to make our whole year right.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I visited a friend of mine to greet her a happy new year. While I was in her house, an old lady arrived. This old lady had a mission with the hubby of my friend who was playing farmville on facebook that time. My friend asked her hubby to entertain the old woman, but the hubby started yelling at my friend and the old woman as well. I saw Binky in the personality of my friend's hubby. He's kinda abnormal, and depressed. To think that it's the first day of the month of January, and to think that it's new year, to see such depressed person yelling at another depressed person really put me in a situation like I was in hell. He shouted aloud so bitterly. The whole house was filled with the voice of the man who is 5 feet and 10 inches tall, and the women he was yelling at are only 4 feet and 11 inches tall. I also saw that the man who's very tall as far as my height is concerned seemed like gay. He talked too much than my friend. He screamed at the top of his lungs like &amp;nbsp;gay. So I remembered again Akbar &amp;amp; Jeff in "Life In Hell". And I wished that the hubby of my friend would turn into a cartoon character so his voice wouldn't be as loud as thunders.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His voice was resounding. I felt that I lost my eardrums. My hubby's friend never stopped roaring. So my friend lost her temper. She also started shrieking. They were never bothered that people were around them, and that we were just visiting them. So the old woman and I were in the middle of war in Iraq and Pakistan. Until I heard the man threatening his wife. He said if his wife won't stop yelping out loud something bad might happen to her today as a gift for the start of the new year. The man, who happens to be a policeman, got his gun, and pointed it to the wife. The old woman and I started screaming out loud after which I heard gunshots. I saw my friend bathing in her own blood.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the gift of hatred, and insanity: death. My friend died on the spot as the whole world celebrated the first day of 2011. This is a day in hell for me, but my friend's life had been in hell as what she recounted to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wish that a policeman like the hubby of my friend would disappear. and would live in hell forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961268331975233871-9219665351362368310?l=prettyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~4/OaRXiktHEPw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="related" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life_in_Hell" title="JANUARY 1ST, 2011: LIFE IN  HELL" /><link rel="enclosure" type="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comic_strip" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/feeds/9219665351362368310/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961268331975233871&amp;postID=9219665351362368310&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/9219665351362368310?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/9219665351362368310?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~3/OaRXiktHEPw/january-1st-2011-life-in-hell.html" title="JANUARY 1ST, 2011: LIFE IN  HELL" /><author><name>prettyjean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623587102683044051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sanx9k1sP_w/TNllz9dIsiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2zyhTbooAFk/S220/JEAN%2BSKETCH.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-1st-2011-life-in-hell.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMCRHYycSp7ImA9Wx9SGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961268331975233871.post-8588313922256063295</id><published>2010-12-09T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:21:05.899-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-09T16:21:05.899-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friday the 13th" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="disastrous event" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fatal operation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fatal st luke's medical center" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fatal endoscopy" /><title>2010: A DISASTROUS YEAR</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wsOcKjA1PH9X0IHgfrdD7h4Ip88/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wsOcKjA1PH9X0IHgfrdD7h4Ip88/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I don't know if you are going to agree with me. But in my own perception and observations, 2010 has been a disatrous year not only in my life but in the lives of the peoples around the world. Haiti earthquake was one of the fatal events that brought at least 230,000 death toll, and 300,000 people injured. It was January 12th, at 04:53:10 PM when this fatal natural disaster occured. And since Philippines is 13 hours ahead of Haiti, it was already January 13th, 2010, 05: 53: 10AM that time here in my country.&lt;br /&gt;
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Other global catastrophic events happened in Turkey (6 magnitude earthquake), and Chile (earthquake). China, and Washington DC had both snowstorms.&lt;br /&gt;
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To think that my birthday is on January 11th, I wouldn't want to conclude that my birthday wishes were not granted by GOD. Every day and every time I celebrate my natal day, I always pray for the human race. For I know that I am not the only one who needs the guidance and assistance of the Lord ALmighty.  For I know that I am not the only one who was created by GOD, and every creature needs the love and care of our Almighty Father.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tragedy also came into my life unexpectedly when my brother, Bern, was brought to St. Luke's Medical Centre here in the Philippines by his traitor friend due to a severe stomach pain. He was brought to the hospital on the 9th of August, maybe, at 10 in the evening. I went to him the following day which was the 10th of August. Then watched over him until he was brought to the endoscopy room to insert that fatal thing inside his body. According to the doctors, endoscopy was performed to determine whether the gallbladder of my brother had stones. But when the examination was over, doctors told me that my brother needed to undergo the operation because the stones in his gallbladder were not seen during the endoscopic procedure.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was hesitant to let the doctors do the surgery. There were arguments among the doctors, medical staff, and me. Until I gave in to what they wanted to do because of the color of my brother. He had jaundice. Thinking that he would have pains because of his liver, I thought that his liver was already affected because of the explanations of the doctors. And knowing my brother Bern's nature, he couldn't bear any pains; unlike me, I can bear any pains I have in my body due to the congenital heart disease and severe kidney failure, but my brother couldn't; so, I decided to let him undergo the operation. It was August 11th when I went back to my own training centre to hold online classes with my Chinese students for I wasn't able to inform them of what was happening into my life during that time. But I was not done yet with my online classes when doctors called me. Even my niece, Yen, talked to me over the phone telling me to go to the hospital right away because my brother, Bern, needed me. It was already August 12th, at 12 midnight when I reached the hospital by a taxi. I needed to prepare my toga first and other personal things I needed to perform that day, August 12th, Thursday, as a choir member in our church, the Church of Christ. But when I saw my brother, he was already very cold. He looked like he had been dead for long hours. &lt;br /&gt;
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I couldn't control my emotions. I flared up. I shouted at the doctor who performed the operation, and the staff asking them to let all my family members get inside the operating room to revive my brother, Bern. I was like a mentally retarded person. Still hoping that I could revive my brother by touching his cold body and by talking to him, telling him to come back for me and for the whole family. But he was totally gone on August 12th, 2010. I couldn't believe that  only 2 days ago we just talked together, joked togeter, argued together while he was waiting for the time for his endoscopy. I just went back home to change my outfit, but when I went back to the hospital, he was lifeless. The following day was August 13th, my brother's 44th birthday. And he celebrated it inside his white coffin. &lt;br /&gt;
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This year, 2010, is the most devastating year of my life. I want this to end as soon as possible. I want this year to disappear so all my pains and heartaches will also disappear. Or shall I say, my pains and heartaches will always remain in my heart and mind for another 2010 years for I love my brother, Bern, so much. He's the only one, the only person who understood that I am A SPECIAL WOMAN, that means I was a SPECIAL CHILD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961268331975233871-8588313922256063295?l=prettyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~4/eCku_fmAOV0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="related" href="http://www.livescience.com/environment/disaster-death-toll-2010-100311.html" title="2010: A DISASTROUS YEAR" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/feeds/8588313922256063295/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961268331975233871&amp;postID=8588313922256063295&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/8588313922256063295?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/8588313922256063295?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~3/eCku_fmAOV0/2010-disastrous-year.html" title="2010: A DISASTROUS YEAR" /><author><name>prettyjean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623587102683044051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sanx9k1sP_w/TNllz9dIsiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2zyhTbooAFk/S220/JEAN%2BSKETCH.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-disastrous-year.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QNQX89fSp7ImA9WxNQGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961268331975233871.post-7677441869677445684</id><published>2009-09-26T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T07:29:50.165-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-26T07:29:50.165-07:00</app:edited><title>what kind of achievements would you like to accomplish in 2010?</title><content type="html">
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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life has been full of miracles...&lt;br /&gt;I died many times...I came back to cycles.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I was down...sometimes full of tears...&lt;br /&gt;Always all alone...and no one has cared...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But even if I have been suffering a lot...&lt;br /&gt;because of the sicknesses THEE gave me...&lt;br /&gt;before I saw the LIGHT...&lt;br /&gt;I'M STILL THANKFUL OH LORD....&lt;br /&gt;FOR THY HATH HELPED ME SURVIVE...&lt;br /&gt;FROM ALL THE TRIALS AND HARDSHIPS THAT CAME INTO MY LIFE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now I return everything unto THEE...&lt;br /&gt;I'm returning to THEE all the honor and glory...&lt;br /&gt;for I can't be like this without THY full mercy..&lt;br /&gt;my life won't be fruitful...WITHOUT THEE BESIDE ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I pray to THEE NOT ONLY FOR MYSELF...&lt;br /&gt;For there are more hopeless people truly on this earth...&lt;br /&gt;Please send forth THY ANGELS...&lt;br /&gt;Please bring peace here, beneath...&lt;br /&gt;and please guard us against evil...&lt;br /&gt;let us win over...and have mirth...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please bless my beloved....&lt;br /&gt;bless our undertakings.....&lt;br /&gt;bless everything that our hands are handling...&lt;br /&gt;bless our FAITH...let it grow...not belittling...&lt;br /&gt;so we will know THY more...with complete understanding...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When THEE send forth THY Son, my Saviour Jesus Christ...&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me here...let me go to THY side...&lt;br /&gt;Remember the good deeds...I have done in my life....&lt;br /&gt;for THY people, for my loved ones.......and for THY HOLY CHURCH..........the CHURCH of CHRIST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While we're here waiting for that Wonderful Time!...&lt;br /&gt;Please send forth THY Angels to guide and guard each and every one...&lt;br /&gt;And may THY CHOSEN ONES...BE THERE IN THY KINGDOM!&lt;br /&gt;AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/961268331975233871-1819666759234020484?l=prettyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img 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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MmA_ZwoUn_FLVnDewjzxzp8fCPI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MmA_ZwoUn_FLVnDewjzxzp8fCPI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What could be 2008 for us?&lt;br /&gt;Other people say that an even number is lucky.............&lt;br /&gt;Others say that it's the odd number that is lucky for them.......&lt;br /&gt;What could happen to the whole world since this is an even number?&lt;br /&gt;What could happen to mankind?&lt;br /&gt;What could happen to the mother Earth?&lt;br /&gt;What could happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;What could happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows the answers..........&lt;br /&gt;We can't determine what future brings.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody knows what will happen in the future.........&lt;br /&gt;Nobody sees the future.......&lt;br /&gt;only GOD knows our futures........&lt;br /&gt;HE knows what will happen to us, to everything on Earth........&lt;br /&gt;because HE's made plans for all of us........&lt;br /&gt;So WHAT COULD BE THE POSSIBLE AND THE BEST THING TO DO TO WELCOME THE YEAR 2008 WITH POSITIVENESS AND CLEAR PROGRESS?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SHOULD BE OUR ATTITUDES TOWARD THIS YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Share your opinions and ideas with me...........&lt;br /&gt;please leave your comment/s here..........&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to you..........&lt;br /&gt;thank you..........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961268331975233871-9164835519410001816?l=prettyjean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~4/64TE54dOpOA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="related" href="http://ww1.yuwie.com/blog/entry.asp?id=202860&amp;eid=198104&amp;t=WELCOME%202008!%20.....WHAT%20COULD%20BE%20OUR%20ATTITUDES%20TOWARD%20THIS%20YEAR?" title="WELCOME 2008! .....WHAT COULD BE OUR ATTITUDES TOWARD THIS YEAR?" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/feeds/9164835519410001816/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961268331975233871&amp;postID=9164835519410001816&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/9164835519410001816?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961268331975233871/posts/default/9164835519410001816?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifeExperiencesAndStyles/~3/64TE54dOpOA/welcome-2008-what-could-be-our.html" title="WELCOME 2008! .....WHAT COULD BE OUR ATTITUDES TOWARD THIS YEAR?" /><author><name>prettyjean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11623587102683044051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sanx9k1sP_w/TNllz9dIsiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2zyhTbooAFk/S220/JEAN%2BSKETCH.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://prettyjean.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-2008-what-could-be-our.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

