<?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-3783774214386185326</id><updated>2011-08-30T07:58:13.856-07:00</updated><category term='from a princess&apos; heart'/><title type='text'>blah..blah.. boop !</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783774214386185326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BLOGG.princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746885440476009459</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-3783774214386185326.post-754993888443976761</id><published>2010-12-02T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:22:50.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday school lesson, and papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;He Came To Bring Us Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Objectives: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;To define peace as reconciliation with God through Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp; To equip students with the tools necessary for dealing with conflicts in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Memory verse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.&amp;nbsp; I do not give to you as the world gives.&amp;nbsp; Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”&amp;nbsp; John 14:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Peace is God given rest on every side. God will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in Him. Nothing can make them stumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Bible foundations: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Luke 8:22-25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Bible story: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;One day Jesus said to his disciples, "Let's go over to the other side of the lake." So they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;into a boat and set out. As they sailed, he fell asleep. A squall came down on the lake, so that the boat was being swamped, and they were in great danger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;The disciples went and woke him, saying, "Master, Master, we're going to drown!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;He got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided, and all was calm. Where is your faith?" he asked his disciples.&amp;nbsp; In fear and amazement they asked one another, "Who is this? He commands even the winds and the water, and they obey him."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Christ is able to calm any storms around us if we will let him. Jesus is the prince of peace, indeed he has promised us lasting peace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Amidst life’s pace and trials, we easily lose sight of divine viewpoint. When we’re overwhelmed by criticism, trouble, or suffering, it’s vital to recognize our worth in the Lord’s eyes. That realization can energize our service and renew our love for the One who gave Himself to bring us back to God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Conclusion: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;He was and is the God of the universe, and the elements obeyed their Creator. For the disciples, Jesus was the perfect model of someone they could mimic, for no one is more perfect and holy than God Himself. The One who could silence the winds and calm the waters was the ultimate example of One whose faith they could imitate, for He was God Himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Today, our faith can grow as we study the Word of God and see Him in its pages. We can ask for more faith and seek to be more like Him by imitating someone who is closer to His likeness. Some day we will see Him face-to-face and faith will no longer be required because our little faith will be a thing of the past. Yes, the just shall live by faith and some day we will see the author and the finisher of our faith.. (. . fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith . . . (NASB) Heb. 12:2)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;it's going and really gonna be Christmas. and peace, might be the least or the best thing we think of! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;silence, sometimes is God's signal that if the STORM comes He'd go and show Himself. but, same as the disciples mistake was, they failed to recognize God! we do the same a lot, when God appears to us silent for&amp;nbsp; at least a long period of time when trouble comes and becomes solved we fail to recognize that GOD was behind that victory and the peace you feel is a result of his AMAZINGLY POWERFUL works..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;let the children, your students, see God's peace and His silent GREATNESS in you. as you study this lesson, make it as personal as it can get, besides, God loves it when you're personal! hehe..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;papa died today, 13years God was silent..papa was sick, he couldn't talk neither could he walk or move. i thought "he followed you" (just as the disciples did) "he gave his life!" there were ZILLIONS of reasons in my mind the one day i know the healing he deserves would come. we're in a storm right now, then God stood up he said.."hush, be still.." i know he's in complete PEACE right now! from where i sit right now my heart might not be at peace, but my soul understand that my papa is at peace united with THE GREATNESS ON GOD, from where HE sits. GODBLESS GUYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/3783774214386185326-754993888443976761?l=mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/feeds/754993888443976761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday-school-lesson-and-papa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783774214386185326/posts/default/754993888443976761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783774214386185326/posts/default/754993888443976761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday-school-lesson-and-papa.html' title='sunday school lesson, and papa'/><author><name>BLOGG.princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746885440476009459</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-3783774214386185326.post-1642268342921264984</id><published>2009-10-08T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T03:02:52.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU!</title><content type='html'>you may be thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wrote 4 blogs in a month?&lt;br /&gt;..well, NOT REALLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have another blog site, but I've decided to use this one, instead of the other. so, yeah, I'll be active more here. I've copied some of my past blogs and posted it here, that's why it all appeared on OCTOBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, but, but.. I'll be posting more than i have so, hang in there! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;NICOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783774214386185326-1642268342921264984?l=mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/feeds/1642268342921264984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/2009/10/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783774214386185326/posts/default/1642268342921264984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783774214386185326/posts/default/1642268342921264984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/2009/10/you.html' title='YOU!'/><author><name>BLOGG.princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746885440476009459</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-3783774214386185326.post-5165013490667838848</id><published>2009-10-08T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:57:08.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A BLOGG.. (april 13'09)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://theprincessmii.blog.friendster.com/2009/04/ive-learned-from-a-slip-waah-nabagok-sya/"&gt;i’ve learned from a slip. *waah! nabagok sya?*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;p&gt;last sunday..we went to our centers to teach the children..most likely 10yrs. old bellow. there were really young children, there was a baby! we told stories about the resorection of Jesus from the dead, what was easter all about and alot of things. we sang, played games, did activities and played games again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;we were enjoying it soo much. the game was butch ball, you hit the studnts with a ball and they run so that they wont be touched by it. they were happy, they laughed very hard and played like a pro. then suddently, i heard someting, i looked away and saw a little girl maybe about 3yrs. old. lying on the floor crying and all the students went to see her. at first i was scared, as i went close to her i said &lt;em&gt;“hala! ang lakas..baka nabagok!”&lt;/em&gt;. i was really scared. why? because we were incharge we should have taken care of them. we  were careless!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;then the mom came, she looked angry and took her baby without  a word. *yieks!* we can’t force ourselves to calm ‘coz what if something happened to the child??&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As the sunday school was finished we all decided to sit for a while and pray for our center, the parents around us, the child’s family and her condition as well. we prayed really hard as we can and went to the little girls house. we saw her lying on the floor and beside her was her mom. we apologized to her and thanked her for understanding us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She wasn’t even  angry or what, she was calm and still nice to us. we all agreed &lt;em&gt;“si God talaga ang gumalaw.” &lt;/em&gt;it was a good feeling that God was in control of the situation. though we were anxious to all negative possibilities, He knew what to do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He thought us what to say. personally, ministry isn’t an option, it’s our obligation. God thought me that and my mission is to show the world His love, there’s no other. the only thing that made us complete is to know what and WHO we live for. God. &lt;img src="http://theprincessmii.blog.friendster.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783774214386185326-5165013490667838848?l=mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5165013490667838848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogg-april-1309.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783774214386185326/posts/default/5165013490667838848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783774214386185326/posts/default/5165013490667838848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogg-april-1309.html' title='A BLOGG.. (april 13&apos;09)'/><author><name>BLOGG.princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746885440476009459</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-3783774214386185326.post-6750137459734809911</id><published>2009-10-08T02:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:55:45.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a piece of cake!!! (copied) still i learned!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A Piece of Cake&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A little boy is telling his grandma how everything is going wrong…..school, family problems, severe health problems, etc. Meanwhile, Grandma is baking a cake. She asks her grandson if he would like a snack,which, of course, he does.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Here, have some cooking oil.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Yuck” says the boy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“How about a couple raw eggs?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Gross, Grandma!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Grandma, those are all yucky!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves, but when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God works the same way. Many times we wonder why he would let us go through such bad and difficult times, but God knows that when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We just have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful!” God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Whenever you want to talk, He’ll listen. He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;..wow! God is actually in the bussiness of teaching me alot of things! maybe that’s why God is putting me through places that are hard to fit in. bechause He want’s me to be flexible enough to adjust and deal with things His way. i’ll follow him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783774214386185326-6750137459734809911?l=mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6750137459734809911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/2009/10/piece-of-cake-copied-still-i-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783774214386185326/posts/default/6750137459734809911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783774214386185326/posts/default/6750137459734809911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/2009/10/piece-of-cake-copied-still-i-learned.html' title='a piece of cake!!! (copied) still i learned!'/><author><name>BLOGG.princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746885440476009459</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-3783774214386185326.post-734423039561801834</id><published>2009-10-08T02:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:54:24.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is it really GOODBYE? will it end there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;copied story. –&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was a very fine day. The sun is shining brightly and the fresh air is blowing gently. It seems to be a very perfect day. She was sitting on the grass, looking up silently in the sky, she told herself, “the memories of the past were still fresh, as if it just happened yesterday”. She closed her eyes and tried to reminisce the past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in her life, she fell in love, got hurt and had shed so many tears. It was an experience worth crying for and worth remembering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a gloomy day and the sky is filled with clouds, but still the day didn’t affect the true feeling which they feel for each other. Matt was ready to tell Anne what he really feel and he is ready to face the consequences that will come on their way. They were sitting beside each other when Matt finally had the courage to say, “Anne, I love you. Let’s face tomorrow together”. Anne was a bit shocked but she was happy because she waited long enough to hear those words from him. She smiled and answered, “I love you too. Let’s help each other build a nice relationship. They smiled and hug each other tight. That time, raindrops began to fall and they were wet with the blessings of God. It was the start of the nice relationship they once wished to have; the beginning of the love, the love they kept for so long and now it’s in each other’s heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They studied hard; each other became their inspiration, their family and God who showed them that prayers really work. Having a serious relationship was not that easy but they help each other to fulfill their obligations to their family, in school and to God. Each day of their lives were full of memories and events of the true love they shared.&lt;br /&gt;Days have passed and even though they shared lots of happy moments with each other, still there were things which are not meant to stay with them forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be a perfect day. They were in each others arms in a beautiful grassland with lots of flowers and trees. It’s as if the day wants to join with their happiness being with each other in that kind of place. But, was it really happiness?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, who was trying to weigh every second said, “Anne, you know how much I love you and you’ll always be part of my dreams. It’s really hard, but I need to leave…” Hearing those most painful words, tears started rolling from her eyes, she answered, “I love you too and I’ll never stop loving you. I really hate to let you go but I don’t want to be a hindrance for you to follow your dreams. You must leave because your dreams are waiting for you there”. It was not easy for him to hear those words from her, “but Anne, I promise to…” “Stop it, Matt”. Anne interrupted. “Don’t leave me with your promises. I want you to concentrate on fulfilling your dreams there. I’m setting you free. If the time comes that you already reached your dream and you still remember me, I’ll still be here, I’ll still be here”.&lt;br /&gt;He wiped the tears falling from her eyes and hugged her tight; never want to let her go. “I’ll miss you Anne, definitely. Can… can I kiss you for the last time?” Instead of answering, she closed her eyes and waited. She felt that tender, gentle kiss full of love. It was all in that kiss; the love they felt for each other, the love they once shared and now the love they need to set free. When their lips parted, a new chapter in their life is waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;She could not stand any longer, so she sat on the grass, still her tears falling. “Anne”, Matt called. She got up and said, “No, Matt. I don’t want to hear your goodbyes. All I need is to hug you one last time and I’m sure I’ll be fine. She went near him and hugged him tight. For the last time she said, “May God bless you, Matt. Take care of yourself there. Don’t forget to pray always”. After saying those words, she ran away as fast as she could without knowing where to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anne…!” he shouted, but the sight of her was gone.&lt;br /&gt;She heard him calling her name but she didn’t bother to look back. It was over, there’s a new chapter of their lives waiting for them now.&lt;br /&gt;Anne opened her eyes and wiped her tears. Now she had grown into a lady; a successful CPA. It was four years ago since that event in her life happened, but still she was still hoping that one day, their paths will meet again and they’ll form new memories together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;“I LOVE YOU, Matt. I’ve never stop loving you”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the names of the characters are just invented.. for some complicated reasons..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783774214386185326-734423039561801834?l=mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/feeds/734423039561801834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-really-goodbye-will-it-end-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783774214386185326/posts/default/734423039561801834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783774214386185326/posts/default/734423039561801834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-really-goodbye-will-it-end-there.html' title='is it really GOODBYE? will it end there?'/><author><name>BLOGG.princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746885440476009459</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-3783774214386185326.post-942822629831437300</id><published>2009-10-08T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:52:38.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today, i remember to live and to love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Juliet; color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;we live, we love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Juliet; color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;we forgive and never give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Juliet; color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;‘coz the days we are given are gifts from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Juliet; color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;and today we remember to live and to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;- One of my fave bands and sang the song I’ve shown above, SUPERCHICK.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;“we live, we love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;we forgive and never give up.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-..hehe..xempre, in life &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; will always be there. We love our family, friends, schoolmates, teachers, and of course the  ’special someone’. But, unfortunately the nice, joyful, sweet feeling love brings might someday cause pain greater than expected.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In school you graduate and have your life away from those people whom you’ve spent everyday of your school life and eventually forget. teachers are forgoten, friends fight and part ways when once in your life they were the ones who never left you in hard times. family grows old, dies and leave you without letting you have the chance to say goodbye. Lovers hurt you..leave on you, forget you and use you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After all the tears, forgive..the only way out of being tied up in all the pain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And never giving up is a simple sign of God, when Hope crashes down the ULTIMATE encouragement is God. &lt;strong&gt;People can never learn forgiveness without Jesus. &lt;/strong&gt;And with His grace you’ll gain strength to NEVER GIVING UP.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;“‘coz the days we are given are gifts from above.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-2 Cor 9:15 “Thank You God for this gift * too wonderful for words. “&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“…every good and perfect gift is from above. “&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;“and today we remember to live and to love.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- after all the hardships there is still part of us to believe in life, have faith and love those who deserve to be loved. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783774214386185326-942822629831437300?l=mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/feeds/942822629831437300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-remember-to-live-and-to-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783774214386185326/posts/default/942822629831437300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783774214386185326/posts/default/942822629831437300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-remember-to-live-and-to-love.html' title='today, i remember to live and to love'/><author><name>BLOGG.princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746885440476009459</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-3783774214386185326.post-9092755398148196062</id><published>2009-07-19T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:20:48.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from a princess&apos; heart'/><title type='text'>once upon a time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Once upon a time….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;In a beautiful kingdom, there lived a beautiful princess named Annaleigh. A great king ruled the kingdom. He resided in a pal&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ace in the center of the land, surrounded by many princes and princesses. All of his children were welcome to come see him at the palace any time they wished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The princess Annaleigh went often to visit the king. She’d sit on his lap while he told her stories. Sometimes they’d sing together. When she wasn’t in the palace the princess loves to go outdoors. She’d splash into the stream running around the edge of the kingdom, climb the giant trees and dance barefoot in the lush green meadows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;However, the Nidgits also lived in the kingdom. The Nidgits wanted to overthrow the Great king so they could rule the kingdom themselves. But they knew the great king was too wise, too strong and too powerful to be beaten. So they decided the best way to attack him was through his children the princess Annaleigh became one of their targets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Nidgits knew that if the princess saw them, she’d pay no attention to them or what they said, so they decided to hide in the bushes while she waded in the river, climbed the trees and danced in the meadow and tell her lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beginning the following day, when princess Annaleigh went out to play, she began to hear the whispered lies. As she’d waded, she’d hear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;“you are stupid and ugly. You aren’t worth much.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; As she climbed she’d hear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;“the great king doesn’t really love you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; she danced she’d hear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;“the other princesses are prettier than you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sadly, Annaleigh began to believe the words, she felt worthless, unloved, and ugly. And she soon stopped wading, climbing and dancing. But the words continued to ring in her head. She heard them over and over again. And they became more and more true to her. She also stopped visiting the great king—&lt;em&gt;after all&lt;/em&gt;, she thought, &lt;em&gt;why would he want to see stupid, ugly, worthless me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One day, Princess Annaleigh heard a knock on the door. She hoped it wasn’t one of the other princesses or princes asking her to play again. She was so tired of giving excuses. &lt;em&gt;Maybe, I’ll just ignore it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She thought. But the knocking persisted, and she finally opened the door—just a crack. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There, on her stoop, stood the great king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;The great king? Here to see me? But why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She shrugged in response. She was ashamed to say that she wasn’t worth it. That he had no reason to love her. That the other princesses were prettier than she. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;But he seemed to know anyway. “my sweet Annaleigh don’t believe the lies you hear whispered by the Nidgits. They are not true. They only tell you those things to get you away from me.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The princess began to cry. The great king drew her into his magnificent arms and assured her of his great love for her and her immense value to him. The more she heard his voice the more ridiculous the lies seemed. Of course, they weren’t true. She was precious. She was loved. She was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The great king looked solemn for a moment. “annaleigh, the lies will always be there. They will continue to be whispered around you. But you must come to me to know the truth.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When the lies seemed to make sense again, She would run to the great king. And as he held her on his lap and stroked her hair, he spoke truth to her until the lies fade away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;God, thankyu for loving us that you’re there to defend us. give us strength to fight against the lies of the world, Your truth is all that’s real. love you dad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"&gt;╬♥╬  ingat!  ╬♥╬&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783774214386185326-9092755398148196062?l=mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/feeds/9092755398148196062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/2009/07/once-upon-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783774214386185326/posts/default/9092755398148196062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783774214386185326/posts/default/9092755398148196062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhaiblogpage.blogspot.com/2009/07/once-upon-time.html' title='once upon a time.'/><author><name>BLOGG.princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746885440476009459</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>
