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The greatest irony of love is letting go when you force to hold on, and holding on when you need to let go.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s hard to hold on when you are doing it alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;His blows fell heavy on the hard, strong steel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But each blow only made his edge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;more blunt until he ceased to strike.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&quot;Leave it to me&quot;, said the Saw.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;With his relentless teeth, he worked back &amp;amp; forth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But to his dismay, all of his teeth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;were worn out or broken off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&quot;Ha!&quot; said the Hammer. &quot;I knew you could not do this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Let me show you how.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But with the very first blow, his head flew off, and the steel was unchanged.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&quot;Shall I try?&quot; asked the Flame.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;And it curled itself gently around the strong, hard steel, and embraced it, and would not let it go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;And the tough steel melted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;There are hearts that are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;hard enough to resist:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The forces of wrath,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The fury of pride.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But hard is the heart that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;can resist the warm &quot;flame of Love&quot;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s  great to know when a  person appreciates every little thing you do.  Even a smile would mean a  lot to him, just because you own that smile.  And that even if no words  are expressed as long as the eyes understand,  you&#39;d be able to  communicate, just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s  overwhelming when a  person tells you that he loves you for who you  are. He may not have an  answer when you ask him why, but really, he  doesn&#39;t have to have reasons  for loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s  more grateful to know  that someone is grateful to have you. We don&#39;t  choose the people who  enter our lives, so it must be luck that you have  that person, then you  have to be thankful. It may just be coincidence  or fate, but whatever  the reason is, you have to be thankful in having  him the same way he is  thankful for having you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s  a wonderful feeling  when you&#39;re on the verge of giving up the things  you&#39;ve worked hard for,  someone isn&#39;t just helping you carry the weight  on your shoulders, but  he carries it on his own because he&#39;d also be  in pain when you are in  pain. And then you&#39;ll realize, trials would all  be worth it as long as  you have him, not because he would do things  for you, but because you  gather all the strength you need, in him and  his love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s  a superb feeling when  one is willing to take the risks just so you&#39;ll  be happy. Unselfishness  rule in him just so happiness would take over  you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s  a nice feeling that  when you&#39;re apart, and days seem to be long, that  person misses you.  Yes, you might feel bad about not being with each  other, but knowing  that you feel the same way would drive those blues  away, thinking, you&#39;d  fight over that feeling because you&#39;re looking  forward to seeing each  other, and that&#39;s something to be happy about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s  a great feeling when  he wants to be with you because of the happiness  you have when you&#39;re  together. That even if corny jokes and senseless  stories are told, it  won&#39;t matter as long as you&#39;re together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s  a lovely feeling when  someone thinks about your future, with or  without him. He cares and he  cares enough to think of you and what  you&#39;ll be someday. But of course,  he also wants to be in it someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s  a nice feeling when  you can be who you really are with that person. No  pretentions, no lies,  no hypocrisy, because he accepts you for who you  are. You can be funny,  you can be embarrased, but it won&#39;t matter coz  it doesn&#39;t matter to  him. Trust and faith in each other keeps you  alive. And it will always  do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s  good to know that you  have someone who&#39;ll not have the intentions of  breaking your heart.  Instead, he would be willing to mend it, picking  up the broken pieces of  your heart that your past love have scattered  in the ground. He may not  be able to put the pieces back to where they  really belong, but you  shouldn&#39;t mind, because he had repaired that  heart of yours, and he  fixed it in his own way. He loves you in his own  way, not the way your  past did. He fixed your heart in a different  way, to keep you from  feeling the pains of your past heartache and to  make you feel, the love,  that he&#39;s unselfishly giving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s  a great feeling when  that person has every effort to let you feel what  he feels for you.  Because of the distractions, you may not hear him  shout it to the world,  but as long as you feel it, his efforts has paid  off, big time. And  when you feel the same way too... He&#39;d feel as if  he&#39;s the luckiest  person alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;... when in fact, you&#39;re more blessed to have him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s  nice to know that you&#39;re secured with that someone, and also secured when it comes to your health. Go into &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.prospectzone.com/&quot;&gt;health insurance leads&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6366648484595665840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7036890526068881572/6366648484595665840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/6366648484595665840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/6366648484595665840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-is.html' title='It is'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386162967181521733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036890526068881572.post-1194282287354996009</id><published>2010-07-30T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T03:36:29.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;story&gt;Everyone  in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the  resident tomcat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/story&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;story&gt;Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating  garbage, and shall we say, love.&lt;/story&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;story&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/story&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;The combination of these  things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;To   start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been   was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his   left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had   healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning   the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;His  tail has long age been  lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he  would constantly jerk  and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray  tabby striped-type, except  for the sores covering his head, neck, and  even his shoulders with  thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw  Ugly there was the same  reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;All  the children were  warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at  him, hosed him down,  squirted him when he tried to come in their homes,  or shut his paws in  the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had  the same reaction. If  you turned the hose on him, he would stand there,  getting soaked until  you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him,  he would curl his  lanky body around feet in forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;Whenever  he spied  children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump  his head  against their hands, begging for their love. If ever someone  picked him  up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt,  earrings, whatever  he could find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;One  day Ugly shared his  love with the neighbor’s huskies. They did not  respond kindly, and Ugly  was badly mauled. From my apartment I could  hear his screams, and I  tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to  where he was laying, it  was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an  end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;Ugly  lay in a wet circle,  his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out  of shape, a gaping tear  in the white strip of fur that ran down his  front. As I picked him up  and tried to carry him home I could hear him  wheezing and gasping, and  could feel him struggling. “I must be hurting  him terribly,” I thought.  Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking  sensation on my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;Ugly,  in so much pain,  suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my  ear. I pulled him  closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with  his head, then he  turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could  hear the distinct  sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that  ugly battled scarred  cat was asking only for a little affection,  perhaps some compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;At  that moment I thought  Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I  had ever seen. Never once  did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try  to get away from me, or  struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me  completely trusting in me  to relieve his pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;Ugly  died in my arms  before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a  long time  afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little  stray could  so alter my opinion about what it means to have true  pureness of spirit,  to love so totally and truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;Ugly  taught me more about  giving and compassion than a thousand books,  lectures, or talk show  specials ever could, and for that I will always  be thankful. He had been  scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on  the inside, and it was  time for me to move on and learn to love truly  and deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;It  was time to give my all  to those I cared for. Many people want to be  richer, more successful,  well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will  always try to be like Ugly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;We may be ugly physically but at least you know and others knew who really you are. Know your health in &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.leadbot.com/&quot;&gt;insurance leads&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1194282287354996009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7036890526068881572/1194282287354996009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/1194282287354996009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/1194282287354996009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/2010/07/ugly.html' title='Ugly'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386162967181521733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036890526068881572.post-4454417234998787460</id><published>2010-07-27T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T03:28:27.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen Things God Won’t Ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;story&gt;God won’t ask what kind of car you drove, but will ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation.&lt;/story&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;God won’t ask the square footage of your house, but will ask how many people you welcomed into your home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;God won’t ask about the fancy clothes you had in your closet, but will ask how many of those clothes helped the needy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;God won’t ask about your social status, but will ask what kind of class you displayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;God won’t ask how many material possessions you had, but will ask if they dictated your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;God won’t ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if you compromised your character to obtain that salary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;God won’t ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if you worked overtime for your family and loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;God won’t ask how many promotions you received, but will ask how you promoted others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;God won’t ask what your job title was, but will ask if you reformed your job to the best of your ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;God won’t ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask what you did to help others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;God won’t ask how many friends you had, but will ask how many people to whom you were a true friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;God won’t ask what you did to protect your rights, but will ask what you did to protect the rights of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask how you treated your neighbors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;God won’t ask about the color of your skin, but will ask about the content of your character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;God won’t ask how many times your deeds matched your words, but will ask how many times they didn’t.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Taking care of our health need not to be ask when we are into &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.insurancelead.com/&quot;&gt;insurance leads&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4454417234998787460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7036890526068881572/4454417234998787460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/4454417234998787460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/4454417234998787460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/2010/07/fifteen-things-god-wont-ask.html' title='Fifteen Things God Won’t Ask'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386162967181521733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036890526068881572.post-8988497259881267316</id><published>2010-07-25T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-01-07T03:07:35.576-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life Style"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Profession"/><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;story&gt;One   day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the   country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.&lt;/story&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“It was great, Dad.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“Oh yeah,” said the son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;The  son answered:  “I saw  that we have one dog and they had four.   We  have a pool that reaches to  the middle of our garden and they have a  creek that has no end.  We  have imported lanterns in our garden and  they have the stars at night.   Our patio reaches to the front yard and  they have the whole horizon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.  We buy our food, but they grow theirs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;“We have walls around our property to protect us, they have  friends to protect them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;The boy’s father was speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Then his son added,  “Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;As long as we can work well on the things we ought to perform, we won&#39;t be considered poor especially when we are fit through &lt;a href=&quot;http://ww.prospectzone.com/&quot;&gt;insurance leads&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/feeds/8988497259881267316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7036890526068881572/8988497259881267316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/8988497259881267316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/8988497259881267316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/2010/07/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386162967181521733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036890526068881572.post-7325536583279415273</id><published>2010-07-24T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T03:21:20.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Five More Minutes</title><content type='html'>While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.&lt;br /&gt;
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“That’s my son over there,” she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.&lt;br /&gt;
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“He’s a fine looking boy” the man said. “That’s my daughter on the bike in the white dress.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. “What do you say we go, Melissa?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Melissa pleaded, “Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes.”&lt;br /&gt;
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The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart’s  content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his  daughter. “Time to go now?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Again Melissa pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes.”&lt;br /&gt;
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The man smiled and said, “OK.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“My, you certainly are a patient father,” the woman responded.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man smiled and then said, “Her older brother Tommy was killed by a  drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never  spent much time with Tommy and now I’d give anything for just five more  minutes with him. I’ve vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;
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She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities?&lt;br /&gt;
Give someone you love 5 more minutes of your time today! &lt;br /&gt;
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Why don&#39;t give priority for your health, allocate at least 5 more minutes to read &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.asapquotes.com/&quot;&gt;medicare insurance leads&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/feeds/7325536583279415273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7036890526068881572/7325536583279415273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/7325536583279415273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/7325536583279415273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-five-more-minutes.html' title='Just Five More Minutes'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386162967181521733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036890526068881572.post-3620845966106438123</id><published>2010-07-20T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T03:18:08.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OS and Archi..</title><content type='html'>Review for Operating System and Computer architecture subjects were done  on the month of July. Everyone expected a thorough discussions that  time. Minds were mistaken. The professor for the two subjects just gave  as topics for us to study and mentioned about the do&#39;s and dont&#39;s of the  examination.&amp;nbsp; An extensive explanations are needed to pass the  subject.&amp;nbsp;Need to read, read, read.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I don’t wanna lose you, I don’t wanna use you&lt;br /&gt;
Just to have sombody by my side&lt;br /&gt;
And I don’t wanna hate you, I don’t wanna take you&lt;br /&gt;
But I don’t wanna be the one to cry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pre-Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That don’t really matter, to anyone anymore&lt;br /&gt;
But like a fool I keep losing my place&lt;br /&gt;
And I keep seeing you walk through that door&lt;br /&gt;
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Chorus 1:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But there’s a danger in loving somebody too much&lt;br /&gt;
And it’s sad when you know it’s your heart you can’t trust&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a reason why people don’t stay where they are&lt;br /&gt;
Baby, sometimes love just ain’t enough&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I could never change you, I don’t wanna blame you&lt;br /&gt;
Baby you don’t have to take the fall&lt;br /&gt;
Yes I may have hurt you, but I did not desert you&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I just wanna have it all&lt;br /&gt;
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Pre-Chorus 2:&lt;br /&gt;
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It makes a sound like thunder, it makes me feel like rain&lt;br /&gt;
And like a fool who will never see the truth&lt;br /&gt;
I keep thinking something’s gonna to change&lt;br /&gt;
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Repeat Chorus 1&lt;br /&gt;
Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;
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And there’s no way home&lt;br /&gt;
When it’s late at night and you’re all alone&lt;br /&gt;
Are there things that you wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;
Do you feel me beside you in your bed&lt;br /&gt;
There beside you where I used to lay&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus 2:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a danger in loving sombody too much&lt;br /&gt;
And it’s sad when you know it’s your heart they can’t touch&lt;br /&gt;
There’s a reason why people don’t stay who they are&lt;br /&gt;
‘Cause baby sometimes love just ain’t enough&lt;br /&gt;
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Baby sometimes love….it just ain’t….enough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But one thing is for sure... Love begins with &quot;Friends lang kami (we&#39;re  just friends)&quot; and ends with &quot;Friends na lang kami (we&#39;re now just  friends).&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am jealous of every girl who has even hugged you because in the moment they held my world. &lt;br /&gt;
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Why don&#39;t you try being the girl who has to wonder why all the people she loves.. don&#39;t love her back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You know, it&#39;s weird how you still love the person you just stop needing them the way you used to.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know i like you. I even care for you. Sometimes i even think you are  more than just a friend knowing the iba na ang nararamdaman ko para sa  yo (that i felt different for you). What if mahalin kaya kita (i will  love you)?Huwag nalang siguro(i thought of not), hindi yata masayang  magmahal mag-isa(it&#39;s painful loving alone).&lt;br /&gt;
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LONG TIME NO SEE = Matagal ng bulag&lt;br /&gt;
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MISunderSTANDING = Babaeng nakatayo sa ilalim&lt;br /&gt;
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PERsuaDING = Unang Kasal&lt;br /&gt;
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PREdiCate = Pakawalan mo ang Pusa&lt;br /&gt;
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SELFISH = Nagbebenta ng isda&lt;br /&gt;
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CONtemplate = Kaunti ang Plato&lt;br /&gt;
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DeFeat = Ang mga paa&lt;br /&gt;
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Effort = Landingan ng mga eFFlane&lt;br /&gt;
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STATue = Ikaw ba yan?&lt;br /&gt;
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DelemnA = Brown-out ba?&lt;br /&gt;
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ASpect = Pantusok ng Yelo&lt;br /&gt;
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CD rom = Tingnan ang kwarto&lt;br /&gt;
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City = Numero bago mag otso&lt;br /&gt;
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The Value = Susunod sa V&lt;br /&gt;
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Presently, all i know is that am not contented with where and what i am now... There were presence of things which i thought not for me and the absence of those what i really want.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Samuel McChord Crothers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At first, I don’t really like to watch cartoons. My classmates always talk about it. Sometimes, when I’m tired of hearing those thoughts I just simply say “could you please stop talking about that thing, I can’t relate!” But when I hear them talking about the cartoon entitled “Fushigi Yugi”. So I’m curious about its story, then I decided to borrow the Compact Disc (CD) of Fushigi Yugi.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I watch the movie, oh! my God. I really like it. What’s the reason why I like it? It’s because the casts are amazing, the movie effects and everything about the story and it’s very easy to understand.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The story has many twists, there’s about love and most of all it a story about friendship. You can learn many things in the story; you can learn how to accept win you lose, learn to understand, learn how to love and understand what is the true meaning of friendship.. Oh! It’s all about sacrificing! One has to win and the other has to lose.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What’s my favorite part? It’s when Tamahomme was poisoned and forget all his friends and forget all his feelings for Miaka. The only person he knows is Yui, the one who poisoned him. He doesn’t remember all. He fight with his friends and even hurt Miaka and also Miaka’s feelings. She says “stop acting like that Tamahomme, please.” In that part I was crying but Miaka didn’t lose hope. She kissed tamahomme…. Ohhhh! How beautiful it is to watch! And the true Tamahomme is back.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And that’s why I like to watch cartoons right now…&lt;br /&gt;
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The examination was conducted by the Commission on Information and Communications Technology (CICT) simultaneously in three (3) testing venues, as follows: for Luzon-based examinees: Cavite State University, Indang, Cavite; for Visayas-based examinees: Carlos Hilado Memorial State College, Talisay City, Negros Occidental; and for Mindanao-based examinees: Bukidnon State University, Malaybalay City, Bukidnon. &lt;br /&gt;
The licensing is an internationally recognized ICT skills certification for all citizens and a qualification that certifies and exhibits the holder’s attainment of a standard level of knowledge and competence in personal computer use.&lt;br /&gt;
Successful ICDL passers from Caraga State University were: Jaymer M. Jayoma, iSchools project manager, Jennifer Espanola-Sabugaa, iSchools technical writer, Joel A. Mercado, iSchools technical assistant, Gleen A. Dalaorao, network administrator and Yolly G. Pelegrino, faculty member.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Presently, CSU has eight (8) IT faculty members who are Open ICDL certified and competent of teaching Free Open Source Software (FOSS) as standard material used in the training and learning ICT in the University. Included in the number were the passers of the August 13, 2008 examination schedule held at National Computer Center (NCC), Quezon City, in the persons of James V. Presbitero, CS/IT department chairman, Jesterlyn Q. Timosan, IT adviser and Junace J. Acera, faculty member. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;The passers are expected to join in the iSchools project roll-out training team as resource persons of the Computer and Internet Literacy Course (CILC) for the recipients Public High School (PHS) teachers nationwide, which will be conducted on the month of August, September and October 2010.&lt;br /&gt;
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..JW.American&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Work and be insured with &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.leadbot.com/&quot;&gt;insurance leads&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/feeds/5830328470244342784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7036890526068881572/5830328470244342784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/5830328470244342784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/5830328470244342784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-work.html' title='on work..'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386162967181521733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036890526068881572.post-4171510439118585414</id><published>2010-06-29T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:32:28.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny but sweet</title><content type='html'>A faithful husband was drunk and he doesn&#39;t know what was happening around him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Upon going home, he directly entered the room and slept..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Morning came with the amazement on his face. Everything is in order! A  table of aspirin and a glass of water with a note &quot;Good morning hon,  i&#39;ll just buy groceries. Have your breakfast. I love you&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was wondering, why was that, so, he asked his son.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;What happened last night? Your mom should be angry&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Son replied, &quot;Mom tried to unclothe you last night, but you said &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;STOP I&#39;m MARRIED..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Drink moderately. Drink and subscribe to&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.insurancelead.com/&quot;&gt; insurance leads&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/feeds/4171510439118585414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7036890526068881572/4171510439118585414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/4171510439118585414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/4171510439118585414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/funny-but-sweet.html' title='Funny but sweet'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386162967181521733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036890526068881572.post-6662300366860532022</id><published>2010-06-27T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:29:26.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ICE Cream cup story</title><content type='html'>A ten year old boy went to an ice cream shop and asked how much a cone cost. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
waiter said: P 15.00.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boy started counting how much he had in his wallet, then he asked how much a small cup cost.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
waiter said: P 12.00&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boy asked for a small cup. He had it, paid the bill and left.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When the waiter came to pick the empty cup, he was touched. the boy had left 3 pesos as tip for him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lesson: Try Giving to everyone out of whatever little u have. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Give a little love to those who need and give love through &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.prospectzone.com/&quot;&gt;insurance leads&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6662300366860532022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7036890526068881572/6662300366860532022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/6662300366860532022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/6662300366860532022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/ice-cream-cup-story.html' title='ICE Cream cup story'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386162967181521733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036890526068881572.post-6223421186951647773</id><published>2010-06-25T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:14:28.577-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><title type='text'>To those who are married, .. Not married .. and soon to be married, I hope you will be touched with this story...</title><content type='html'>hen I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and  said, I&#39;ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.  Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly I didn&#39;t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know  what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She didn&#39;t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the  chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn&#39;t  talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what  had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory  answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn&#39;t love her anymore. I just  pitied her!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated  that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent  ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for  her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I  had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of  me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a  kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several  weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something  at the table. I didn&#39;t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell  asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn&#39;t want  anything from me, but needed a month&#39;s notice before the divorce.&lt;br /&gt;
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a  life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a  month&#39;s time and she didn&#39;t want to disrupt him with our broken  marriage.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to  recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She requested that everyday for the month&#39;s duration I carry her out of  our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going  crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd  request.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I told Dew about my wife&#39;s divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and  thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to  face the divorce, she said scornfully..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My wife and I hadn&#39;t had any body contact since my divorce intention was  explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we  both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy  in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to  the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in  my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don&#39;t tell our son about  the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside  the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the  office.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my  chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I  hadn&#39;t looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she  was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair  was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I  wondered what I had done to her.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy  returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was  growing again. I didn&#39;t tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry  her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me  stronger.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few  dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my  dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so  thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her  heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it&#39;s time to carry mum out.  To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an  essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer  and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I  might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms,  walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her  hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly;  it was just like our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held  her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I  held her tightly and said, I hadn&#39;t noticed that our life lacked  intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the  door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked  upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not  want the divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have  a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I  won&#39;t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I  didn&#39;t value the details of our lives, not because we didn&#39;t love each  other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on  our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed  the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my  wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and  wrote, I&#39;ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a  relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the  bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot  give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse&#39;s friend  and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a  real happy marriage!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you don&#39;t share this, nothing will happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you do, you just might save a marriage.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many of life&#39;s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. Matthew 19:6.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stay in love and save the marriage, stay in &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.asapquotes.com/&quot;&gt;medicare insurance life&lt;/a&gt; save the health.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/feeds/6223421186951647773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7036890526068881572/6223421186951647773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/6223421186951647773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/6223421186951647773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-those-who-are-married-not-married.html' title='To those who are married, .. Not married .. and soon to be married, I hope you will be touched with this story...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386162967181521733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036890526068881572.post-1729715379620470728</id><published>2010-06-23T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:09:24.312-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="father"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="it Professionals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="son"/><title type='text'>...touching story for professionals</title><content type='html'>A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SON : &#39;Daddy, may I ask you a question?&#39; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DAD : &#39;Yeah sure, what it is?&#39; replied the man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SON : &#39;Daddy, how much do you make an hour?&#39; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DAD : &#39;That&#39;s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?&#39; the man said angrily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SON : &#39;I just want to know.. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?&#39; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DAD : &#39;If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour.&#39; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SON : &#39;Oh,&#39; the little boy replied, with his head down. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SON: &#39;Daddy, may I please borrow $10.00 ?&#39; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The father was furious, &#39;If the only reason you asked that is so you can  borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you  march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you  are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish  behavior.&#39; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat  down and started to get even angrier about the little boy&#39;s questions.  How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10..00 and  he really didn&#39;t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of  the little boy&#39;s room and opened the door. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Are you asleep, son?&#39; He asked.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;No daddy, I&#39;m awake,&#39; replied the boy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;I&#39;ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier&#39; said the man. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;It&#39;s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here&#39;s the $10.00 you asked for..&#39; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. &#39;Oh, thank you daddy!&#39; He yelled. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.  The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.  The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his  father. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Why do you want more money if you already have some?&#39; the father grumbled. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Because I didn&#39;t have enough, but now I do,&#39; the little boy replied. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Daddy, I have $20.00 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Please come home early tomorrow.. I would like to have dinner with you.&#39; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We  should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some  time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do remember to share that $20.00 worth of your time with someone you love. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But the family &amp;amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family. &lt;br /&gt;
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PLS READ WITH FAITH..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Give time for love ones, don&#39;t missed &lt;a href=&quot;http://agents.norvax.com/&quot;&gt;medicare insurance life&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/feeds/1729715379620470728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7036890526068881572/1729715379620470728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/1729715379620470728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036890526068881572/posts/default/1729715379620470728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espanolaj.blogspot.com/2010/06/touching-story-for-professionals.html' title='...touching story for professionals'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10386162967181521733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>