<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824171105648394346</id><updated>2012-01-25T17:03:34.789-08:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='personal'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>Never Ending</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824171105648394346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Posh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956442453599607913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824171105648394346.post-415519898597263210</id><published>2008-05-06T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:48:31.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Everything Has It's Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe everything happens for a definite purpose. I might say I grew up in&lt;br /&gt;an unideal family. My parents are separated almost 5 yrs ago, currently&lt;br /&gt;having their own lives apart. Well I manage to get in touch with both of them,&lt;br /&gt;anyway, they're still my parents and no one can ever change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just last year when my dad introduced a girl to us. It was quite&lt;br /&gt;surprising finding out that she's five years younger than me! I'm&lt;br /&gt;even uncertain how I should call her. It was a bit awkward finding out the he&lt;br /&gt;already replaced my mom, but we never know they have their own reasons&lt;br /&gt;why things happen. Maybe its better for them to be distant with each other rather&lt;br /&gt;than being together without any love at all. I admit at times I do have grudge&lt;br /&gt;against him, I may consider that he is not an ideal dad whenever I look way&lt;br /&gt;back in my childhood. But people do change, sometimes it all happens after&lt;br /&gt;experiencing difficulties and conflicts. He's now better than what he was before.&lt;br /&gt;The grudge I felt before was replaced with love and understanding and it was&lt;br /&gt;indeed a great relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my siblings have our own lives now and what we are now?,&lt;br /&gt;we owe it all to our parents. Even our lives wasn't that perfect, we all grew&lt;br /&gt;up with respect, discipline, diligence and love. And I'm proud of how we became.&lt;br /&gt;Having an imperfect family doesn't mean you're bound to live an entire&lt;br /&gt;life imperfectly. It all depends on seeking the right decisions,&lt;br /&gt;understanding circumstances, and wisdom granted from the One above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824171105648394346-415519898597263210?l=unendings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendings.blogspot.com/feeds/415519898597263210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824171105648394346&amp;postID=415519898597263210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824171105648394346/posts/default/415519898597263210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824171105648394346/posts/default/415519898597263210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendings.blogspot.com/2008/05/everything-has-its-purpose.html' title='Everything Has It&apos;s Purpose'/><author><name>Posh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956442453599607913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824171105648394346.post-6153957483229703580</id><published>2008-03-20T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:24:56.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its summer time. I can feel the heat of the sunshine. It's also the&lt;br /&gt;best time to be with our family. Best to have bondings in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to stay at home, being in the kitchen needs a lot of hand. After&lt;br /&gt;those times being busy at work, remember we always are in a hurry to&lt;br /&gt;pack things especially our food. Now is a great time to cook something&lt;br /&gt;special. You'll have all the time in the world, no worries of getting late at work.&lt;br /&gt;Having dinner prepared with hands full of love is never been better. Grab&lt;br /&gt;your recipe and make one that will touches your families' buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824171105648394346-6153957483229703580?l=unendings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendings.blogspot.com/feeds/6153957483229703580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824171105648394346&amp;postID=6153957483229703580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824171105648394346/posts/default/6153957483229703580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824171105648394346/posts/default/6153957483229703580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendings.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-summer-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Posh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956442453599607913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824171105648394346.post-6579887187785694431</id><published>2008-03-18T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:36:38.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An angel in a stranger..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Few years ago, I met a guy online from UK. It only started wen&lt;br /&gt;he accidentally sent me a message and mistakenly thought I was&lt;br /&gt;the girl he used to talk to. He is a christian thats why I got interested&lt;br /&gt;having conversations with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of being a cyber friend he became my spiritual adviser.&lt;br /&gt;There are times I felt like no one would understand me especially&lt;br /&gt;when I'm in the peak of being doomed as I may describe it.&lt;br /&gt;He was the only one who lifted my spirit. Even if he's still a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;I felt comfort and hope when exchanging chats with him. It was like&lt;br /&gt;God sent an angel trapped in a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still remember when times I felt a bit awkward at him.&lt;br /&gt;I felt pity for myself that my lifeis way too far from him that he&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't want to imagine.  Felt like he would never  understand me&lt;br /&gt;our lives were ends apart.  But what i thought just flew with the  wind.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt ashamed telling him every inch of my stories, my  laughters&lt;br /&gt;and tears.  We became good friends but I never imagine what or how will&lt;br /&gt;it be if I'm personally in front of him. Maybe I'm too open because he&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't have a chance to see me especially crying while tapping my&lt;br /&gt;keyboards. Somehow talking to a stranger eases some of my pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time came when our conversation dwindle. It took also about a year&lt;br /&gt;that we havent heard from each other. And surprisingly lately a&lt;br /&gt;message popped up my window. He's back again. I was very thankful&lt;br /&gt;he always prays for me even on times that were not hearing from&lt;br /&gt;each other.  Some of my prayers back then were all granted. I believe he&lt;br /&gt;had shared a big part from it. After moments of dwindled chats it came&lt;br /&gt;back again and he still is my angel. No wonder my prayers were always&lt;br /&gt;been granted because I know I wasnt the only one asking God but my&lt;br /&gt;angel in a stranger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824171105648394346-6579887187785694431?l=unendings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendings.blogspot.com/feeds/6579887187785694431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824171105648394346&amp;postID=6579887187785694431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824171105648394346/posts/default/6579887187785694431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824171105648394346/posts/default/6579887187785694431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendings.blogspot.com/2008/03/angel-in-stranger.html' title='An angel in a stranger..'/><author><name>Posh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956442453599607913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824171105648394346.post-5047366999972392317</id><published>2008-03-10T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T04:19:33.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/6b/6bc584062ca0cddf875e5179680b4f18.jpg" alt="MyHotComments.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hmmm. makes sense..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824171105648394346-5047366999972392317?l=unendings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendings.blogspot.com/feeds/5047366999972392317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824171105648394346&amp;postID=5047366999972392317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824171105648394346/posts/default/5047366999972392317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824171105648394346/posts/default/5047366999972392317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendings.blogspot.com/2008/03/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Posh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956442453599607913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824171105648394346.post-7735391458940028984</id><published>2008-03-10T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:28:26.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister's wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remembered the day my sister tied her knot. Its a simple civil wedding.&lt;br /&gt;They only invited few friends and relatives for a simple reception at a nearby&lt;br /&gt;restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to host a short program at the reception. An impromptu one.&lt;br /&gt;It was really too memorable with all the laughs and sensible sentiments being&lt;br /&gt;heard. I did asked our eldest bro, her husbands eldest sister and both parents&lt;br /&gt;to do their speech. Tears went all over the place especially the elders.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Of course it will not end without the newly wed's moment on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention i even lend the tissue holder to them.. lols. And I also get one for&lt;br /&gt;myself. It was fun and memorable. Felt like everyone went crazy wiping their tears&lt;br /&gt;and laughing at the same time and its all because of me. he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest moment of my sister and her husband no one could ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the long table next year, not to mention a baby in her tummy also..&lt;br /&gt;weeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824171105648394346-7735391458940028984?l=unendings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendings.blogspot.com/feeds/7735391458940028984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824171105648394346&amp;postID=7735391458940028984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824171105648394346/posts/default/7735391458940028984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824171105648394346/posts/default/7735391458940028984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendings.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-sisters-wedding.html' title='My sister&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>Posh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956442453599607913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824171105648394346.post-5712094774140712709</id><published>2008-03-09T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:16:33.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't help but cry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its not a good weekend for me. I had a talk with my mom and tell of&lt;br /&gt;something really disappointing. I'm a person whose very open with everything I feel&lt;br /&gt;especially to my love ones. Don't want them guessing whats on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad I wanted to shout yet still need to respect her. Feels like my heart wants&lt;br /&gt;to explode and the earth's gravity was pulling my heart. When theres nothing you can&lt;br /&gt;do about it, you just cry. Somehow it eases the pain. Of all people why on earth does it&lt;br /&gt;have to be her? You want everything to be the best for her, you did all efforts&lt;br /&gt;but everything was shattered in just one glimpse. I wanted to escape from what I really&lt;br /&gt;feel but its my mom, shes a part of me and I don't want to just ignore and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to tell it out loud that your mad and yet you wanted to say you love her so&lt;br /&gt;much. You wanted to hate her for the rest of your life but you also want to forgive her.&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to slap her hard but you also wanna hug her. My mind and my heart are&lt;br /&gt;battling. Hope in the end everything will turn out right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824171105648394346-5712094774140712709?l=unendings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendings.blogspot.com/feeds/5712094774140712709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824171105648394346&amp;postID=5712094774140712709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824171105648394346/posts/default/5712094774140712709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824171105648394346/posts/default/5712094774140712709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendings.blogspot.com/2008/03/cant-help-but-cry.html' title='Can&apos;t help but cry...'/><author><name>Posh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956442453599607913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824171105648394346.post-1067713723416334862</id><published>2008-03-05T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:12:21.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are some people that you cant please in your life. But its sad to know when&lt;br /&gt;someone just get mad at you even if you dont intend to hurt or make them.&lt;br /&gt;Patience should always be unending but there are times you want to fight back&lt;br /&gt;especially when you disagree on their judgment. Oftentimes we get angry and&lt;br /&gt;wanted to get even but still in the end doesnt gives us satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time in my life I received a message from someone who just&lt;br /&gt;cursed me to hell. I know in my life that Im not perfect but I never stepped&lt;br /&gt;on somebody just be ahead of them. I never judged people of how bad they&lt;br /&gt;are coz I know Im not the right person to do such. Never in my entire life intend&lt;br /&gt;to hurt others. This person doesnt really know&lt;br /&gt;me too well. But I asked myself and the one others whom I told about the message,&lt;br /&gt; Am I bad?&lt;br /&gt;Do I deserve such words?  All  of them says no.  But somehow  I cant blame them&lt;br /&gt;on doing such. They have their prerogative to tell any words even foul ones. At&lt;br /&gt;first I want to send back a message to them but my mind decided not to. Just&lt;br /&gt;ignore and have a moment with myself. If I could only ask and see God for a&lt;br /&gt;moment I would tell Him how sad I was. I just made a prayer to touch that&lt;br /&gt;person's life. That time will come that person would no longer do it&lt;br /&gt;again, not just to me but to anyone. Give her peace and heart that seizes&lt;br /&gt;understanding and not bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824171105648394346-1067713723416334862?l=unendings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendings.blogspot.com/feeds/1067713723416334862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824171105648394346&amp;postID=1067713723416334862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824171105648394346/posts/default/1067713723416334862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824171105648394346/posts/default/1067713723416334862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendings.blogspot.com/2008/03/rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Posh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10956442453599607913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
