<?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-1352999577179166791</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:30:09.653-08:00</updated><category term='early morning'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='dream'/><category term='waking up'/><category term='life'/><category term='forgetting'/><category term='Shades of gray'/><title type='text'>Smile all away</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnates.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352999577179166791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Blossoms in shades of gray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilted gems of rosemaries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance silently in glades of blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scents of summer, scents of rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep comes as the music wanes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunlight through tinted windows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shadows through them too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waking at that precise moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sober judgment's waterloo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems to me that you are glad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of things that are in silver plats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiles dance around you;you are sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of the things of late that commiserate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To affirm a thought is to accept it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see through shades of gray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to let the mocking greens arrest it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And listen to "Come what may"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denounce the thought of laughing widowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lift your head to glens of light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throw yourself out of harms way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let sleep bestow you sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Distance is a paradise to the one who wanes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what of paradise when distance fades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An enigma, a mystery , a paradox ,a strain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suffering comes to all the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgetting what lies ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Straining for shadows of sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The future's sober light illumines me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It brings fright that soothes me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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gray'/><author><name>nexilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529442738972320880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPc-LqEoZno/SV2G1nIk0AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Vl93Bp2f5g/S220/nates.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352999577179166791.post-587647737216370114</id><published>2008-12-14T11:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T11:00:10.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reform (1 of 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reform (&lt;span style='color:blue; font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode; font-size:8pt'&gt;rĭ-fôrm&lt;strong&gt;') &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:6pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;v.&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;-formed&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;-form·ing&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;-forms&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:6pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;v.tr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:6pt'&gt;To improve by alteration, correction of error, or removal of defects; put into a better form or condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:6pt'&gt;To abolish abuse or malpractice in: &lt;em&gt;reform the government.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Verdana; font-size:6pt'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;To put an end to (a wrong). See synonyms at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='color:#003399; text-decoration:underline'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;correct&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='color:black'&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:6pt'&gt;To cause (a person) to give up harmful or immoral practices; persuade to adopt a better way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:6pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;v.intr. &lt;/em&gt;To change for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:6pt'&gt;&lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:6pt'&gt;A change for the better; an improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:6pt'&gt;Correction of evils, abuses, or errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Verdana; font-size:6pt'&gt;Action to improve social or economic conditions without radical or revolutionary change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;It's a word that pertains to a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;A thought that needs an action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;Reform is an action that pertains to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;Not just a small one at that, but one that consists of leaps and bounds that are too big for our usual monotonic self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;I had a conversation with a friend recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;He said "When you clean your desk, take everything out, and then put just these that one important back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;I cleaned. And after I finished, he said,"Hmm, still has a lot of things that 'I' would consider junk and out of place. But hey, those things show who you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8pt'&gt;Disclaimer: This conversation is not in verbatim. Peace to "My friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;Not saying I'm clean or my things are junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;Just saying that we can change, it is our choice(we were given that incredible gift of choice) to change or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;And we can choose where to change. We dictate our own change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;I want a reform in my life. I'm in the process…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;There will be a lot changes in my life. There has already been a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;I do this in part due to compulsion, choice and, I think, this reform is overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;I will change. I will let go. I will move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;Time bids me and Him who dictates time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-family:Times New Roman; font-size:10pt'&gt;Proverbs 14:13 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;Even in laughter the heart may ache, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;and joy may end in grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='color:black; font-size:10pt'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;Still, I say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;Smile All away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10pt'&gt;I'm glad I'll be in Davao in two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352999577179166791-587647737216370114?l=iamnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnates.blogspot.com/feeds/587647737216370114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352999577179166791&amp;postID=587647737216370114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352999577179166791/posts/default/587647737216370114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352999577179166791/posts/default/587647737216370114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnates.blogspot.com/2008/12/reform-1-of-3.html' title='Reform (1 of 3)'/><author><name>nexilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529442738972320880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPc-LqEoZno/SV2G1nIk0AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Vl93Bp2f5g/S220/nates.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352999577179166791.post-7071544227195535000</id><published>2008-12-14T10:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:05:36.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim of death (2 of 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;After more than four months. I swam again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I swam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And swam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And swam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For an hour and a half non-stop(no exaggeration meant) I swam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7 slips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 accidental water intakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A cramp and a half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the time the shadow at the sun was a meter from me till it was over head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I swam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 songs sang in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 cuts in my hand (this was before the swim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 winds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A blog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 titles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uncounted laps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uncounted breathe-ins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A dialogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I swim there's nothing but me, my thoughts, the one who hears them, and the clockwork motion of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything else is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the perfect time for me for a dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A talk with the one who hears and dictates the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's amazing what a talk without any outside interference is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NO noisy cellphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NO useless conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NO assignments to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its just you and the one who hears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do I say, "The One who hears"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's because He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To every heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To every pulse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To every laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To all the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To all the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To all the joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He listens, but does He speak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He does, you've just got to listen too; to hear what He has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And He's got a lot to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I'm listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm getting a handful, but it's OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I deserve all the "tough love" that's going my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And one other thing I noticed after I swam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was thirsty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parched for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352999577179166791-7071544227195535000?l=iamnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnates.blogspot.com/feeds/7071544227195535000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352999577179166791&amp;postID=7071544227195535000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352999577179166791/posts/default/7071544227195535000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352999577179166791/posts/default/7071544227195535000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnates.blogspot.com/2008/12/swim-of-death-2-of-3.html' title='Swim of death (2 of 3)'/><author><name>nexilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529442738972320880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPc-LqEoZno/SV2G1nIk0AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Vl93Bp2f5g/S220/nates.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352999577179166791.post-5315156524549960131</id><published>2008-12-14T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:03:40.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream is a dream until you wake up (1 of 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;"A dream is a wish you heart makes…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Its as that familiar Disney song goes… familiar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe a dream &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; a wish. I wished for &lt;a href='http://nexilian.multiply.com/journal/item/32/Dream'&gt;my dream&lt;/a&gt; to be so, so much that it might have been the reason it went to my subconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But a wish is only a wish. You can try your hardest, but if time and He who holds time does not allow or thinks it is not yet to be realized, then you have to just wait and obey Him "who dictates time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;We can dream all we want, we can even have dreams even if we're awake; that's a fantasy. And as much as we like to live in that &lt;em&gt;'fantastic' &lt;/em&gt;word in our minds, as much as we struggle to make it into reality; we cannot do anything if the Holder of time does not approve of it. Nothing to do, but to wait. Wait on what is to come. Wait on Him who dictates time. Him who can change whatever has been written in time. Because time changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;Time can change wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;Time can change dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;That is only if we obey Him who dictates time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;On the time that He has appointed for things to be ready for us; He'll wake us up, as He did with the First One, but there is a condition. We have to choose to wake up from our dreams. Let go and choose to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;Then we can fully live in the reality He has made for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;It's not dictatorship; it's just that He wants us to have the best of what is possible and what is true and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;Waking up from dreams is not a bad thing. You wake up to reality. And waking to this reality that He has prepared is perfect for this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;Reality is perfect in its imperfection, till the time that He will make all things perfect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352999577179166791-5315156524549960131?l=iamnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnates.blogspot.com/feeds/5315156524549960131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352999577179166791&amp;postID=5315156524549960131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352999577179166791/posts/default/5315156524549960131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352999577179166791/posts/default/5315156524549960131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnates.blogspot.com/2008/12/dream-is-dream-until-you-wake-up-1-of-3.html' title='A dream is a dream until you wake up (1 of 3)'/><author><name>nexilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529442738972320880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPc-LqEoZno/SV2G1nIk0AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Vl93Bp2f5g/S220/nates.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352999577179166791.post-5187567501066289064</id><published>2008-12-10T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:34:45.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgetting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waking up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.nexilian.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SUBDeAoKCkUAACbBArg1/dream-a-z.jpg?et=BRJP10qHxM2WH4yBH3Q80Q&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" class="alignleft" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dreams are just dreams until you wake up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night, remembering nothing but a single image or event from your dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well it happens and that's usually my case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's even more stupid...If you wake up early in the morning with thoughts on that dream(that you can't really remember all too well) and you still really want to remember, but you just can't. And the emotions that you felt in the dream is still there (so you stand and blog it... ^___^) and still kicking at you to remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, I've tried to remember Ref# 1 to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://megski09.multiply.com/journal/item/122/videre_in_somnis" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Cambria; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ate Meg's blog Videre in Somnis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...so here I am blogging it...trying, but failing to remember everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;0-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The dream is about a point in time I wish to forget. It's a recurring dream, in a night I dreamt it twice. I try to change the outcome of the dream, but the end is still the same. I've recently tried to  fix the problem, and as usual the end is still the same. I want to not dream this dream yet. I don't want to be fixated on the contents of the dream. I want to live in the reality and the fact that it cannot be true, and never was. I know it can mean something, but the meaning of it is not mine to think of just yet. I wish to forget. I wish to let go. Help me. Its been too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I dreamt of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please don't ask. I want to forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352999577179166791-5187567501066289064?l=iamnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnates.blogspot.com/feeds/5187567501066289064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352999577179166791&amp;postID=5187567501066289064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352999577179166791/posts/default/5187567501066289064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352999577179166791/posts/default/5187567501066289064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnates.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>nexilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529442738972320880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPc-LqEoZno/SV2G1nIk0AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Vl93Bp2f5g/S220/nates.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352999577179166791.post-2934514451761989320</id><published>2008-12-04T11:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:48:16.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPc-LqEoZno/STgwa1kQGVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZFphREbI_os/s1600-h/Stoned_firefly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPc-LqEoZno/STgwa1kQGVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZFphREbI_os/s320/Stoned_firefly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276020201078397266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Firefly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I blinked and looked and it was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So seemingly out of thin air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was a little shiny, green light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just bright enough to catch our sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It made me think of what was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It made me see what was now none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of memories so long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of a childhood that is not so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinewood scent and a star-lit night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bonfires and flickering light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Images of grays and blackness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of green light among the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T’is just an ordinary night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of mem’ries and a little bright light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reminiscing what might have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And seeing what I have now seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow’s just another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To wake up and smile all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wait for you; as you, for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A firefly’s way to let me see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352999577179166791-2934514451761989320?l=iamnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnates.blogspot.com/feeds/2934514451761989320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352999577179166791&amp;postID=2934514451761989320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352999577179166791/posts/default/2934514451761989320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352999577179166791/posts/default/2934514451761989320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnates.blogspot.com/2008/12/firefly.html' title='Firefly'/><author><name>nexilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529442738972320880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPc-LqEoZno/SV2G1nIk0AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Vl93Bp2f5g/S220/nates.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPc-LqEoZno/STgwa1kQGVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZFphREbI_os/s72-c/Stoned_firefly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352999577179166791.post-4579065052315292445</id><published>2008-12-04T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:16:43.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“I want to change” </title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;My life is full of failures left and right. And I've heard myself say that phrase countless times that it's deafening. What saddens me more is the fact that I know what I must do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;"I must change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;Knowing what to do and doing it are two very different things, though they are quite related. I have been studying for four years in the university now. It never dawned on me when I was younger that it would take longer than that to graduate. I was too naïve, too lax. I didn't know any better. Yes, there were people that were saying "this" and "that". I listened. I heard. But I should remind you again: knowing and doing are two different things, though they are quite related. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;I'm at a point in my life where I can no longer leave things as they were. I am seeing what the future holds too much that I cannot turn a blind eye towards it. I am a Christian. I know what God wants me to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;I've known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;And I've tried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;Or, I should say, I'm trying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;I'm not stupid as to ignore what is in front of me. A little sister of mine just declared "that she will grow! Get a life! And quit being a kid" It takes courage to say those things. And I admire her more for saying those things (You know who you are ^_^). I'm older than her, but I can't really say I'm not a kid like her anymore. And this kid is too stubborn. But I'm going to change that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;span style='color:red'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Splat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm already &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;It's funny, but the more I think about it, the more I get paranoid of the future. It's the time I hear myself say "that phrase" more and more. And as I hear it more and more…and more…and more… it kinda makes me want to really move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;This blog was motivated by a movie I watched a few hours ago. It was a movie about a student in a prestigious university (my dream university) who wanted to study even more and go to an even more prestigious university (the one I can't even dream of dream university) It made me look to myself, and to what I was amounting to. I saw something that I cannot put into words or pictures. The only thing I could think of was LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: justify'&gt;I will change my life. I will trust. I will have faith. I will wait. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352999577179166791-4579065052315292445?l=iamnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnates.blogspot.com/feeds/4579065052315292445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352999577179166791&amp;postID=4579065052315292445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352999577179166791/posts/default/4579065052315292445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352999577179166791/posts/default/4579065052315292445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnates.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-to-change.html' title='“I want to change” '/><author><name>nexilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529442738972320880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPc-LqEoZno/SV2G1nIk0AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Vl93Bp2f5g/S220/nates.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352999577179166791.post-5223073845951176178</id><published>2008-03-10T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:11:50.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Life('s sorrow) Away</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;The song goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm trading my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;I'm trading my shame&lt;br /&gt;I'm laying them down&lt;br /&gt;for the joy of the Lord"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its such a comfort to really know that all that we are carrying, all the burden, are not supposed to be ours alone...we Have a God who is able to do immeasurably more than we can hope or dream of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile the sorrows...smile it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1352999577179166791-5223073845951176178?l=iamnates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnates.blogspot.com/feeds/5223073845951176178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352999577179166791&amp;postID=5223073845951176178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352999577179166791/posts/default/5223073845951176178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352999577179166791/posts/default/5223073845951176178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnates.blogspot.com/2008/03/smile-lifes-sorrow-away.html' title='Smile Life(&apos;s sorrow) Away'/><author><name>nexilian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17529442738972320880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPc-LqEoZno/SV2G1nIk0AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Vl93Bp2f5g/S220/nates.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
