<?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-3271686361307173088</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:39:30.404-07:00</updated><category term='name card'/><category term='Regret'/><category term='kawan baik'/><category term='Joke'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='drug'/><category term='Ayah'/><category term='mistake'/><category term='True friendship'/><category term='God'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='rape'/><category term='death'/><category term='robber'/><category term='2010'/><category term='steal'/><category term='Allah'/><category term='Trust'/><category term='Christian'/><category term='Google'/><category term='my friend'/><category term='good friend'/><category term='beware'/><category term='Sweet'/><category term='Thinking'/><category term='friendship quotes'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Best Friend'/><category term='Time'/><category term='sahabat'/><category term='Darling'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>Daily Thinking of Me</title><subtitle type='html'>The mind that never stop thinking</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-6982583935299445397</id><published>2010-07-07T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T00:16:49.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistake'/><title type='text'>Regret &amp; Mistake Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we know we shouldn't and thats exactly why we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes are sometimes the best memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're born, you die, and in between you make a lot of mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new day is another chance to change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my favorite mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times in life, that seems to be the worst, always turn out for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your life without regret, don't be someone who theyll forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a good idea, go ahead and do it, its much easier to apologize then it is to get permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come dumb stuff seems so smart while you're doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good judgment comes from bad experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't die the first time most likely I will do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot always wait for the perfect time, sometimes you must dare to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never regret something that once made you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the past can hurt but the way I see it you can either run from it or learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't regret anything that you say, because it was what you were feeling at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about experience is that it is such an honest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could take it all back I wouldn't. Don't live in regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take chances. Tell the truth. Date someone totally wrong for you. Say no. Spend all your cash! Fall in love. Get to know someone random. Be random. Say I love you. Sing out loud. Laugh at a stupid joke. Cry. Get revenge. Apologize. Tell someone how much they mean to you. Tell the asshole what you feel. Let someone know what theyre missing. Laugh til your stomach hurts. LIVE LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump. Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have or could have had. No one waits forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made a big mistake try to see it once my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you leave it all behind? Cause you cant go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the littlest thing in life changes something forever and there will be times when you wish you can go back to how things used to be but you just can't because things have changed so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that stupid fun, all the shit weve done. Where'd the good times go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assert your right to make a few mistakes. If people can't accept your imperfections, thats their fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When loving someone, never regret what you do, only regret what you don't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only live once, so do everything twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never regret anything, because at one point you wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every wrong decision is in fact a correct decision but taken at a wrong time so my friends don't regret... don't stop... keep walking ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back in time and fix all the mistakes I made, I wouldn't because it has made me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone messes up once doesn't mean that within time they can't find a way to change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never take chances in life youll miss out on the best things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned more from my mistakes than from my successes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a firm believer that sometimes its right to do the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never regret anything because at some point you wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no mistakes in life, only lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest risk in life is not taking one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live with intention. Walk to the edge. Listen hard. Practice wellness. Play with abandon. Laugh. Choose with no regret. Continue to learn. Appreciate you friends. Do what you love. Live as if this is all there is no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are so hard to come by and the second one is impossible to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta take some chances, you gotta risk losing it all, you gotta close your eyes and leap because it might be worth the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow older, it's not the things we did that we often regret, but the things we didn't do. That's why God created tomorrows for us makes things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say sorry for something you meant to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone tells you that you can't do something doesn't mean you have to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't the problem along the way that make us or break us. It's how we learn to stand and face them that makes the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of a life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to go after what you want to do, and what you want to be. But don't be afraid to be willing to pay the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest joy in life always came from doing what others said that you can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regretted telling you I liked you, I only regretted never hearing what you really thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you gotta stop and remember that your not gonna live forever. Be young, thing smart, stay true and just follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of life is fucking up - the other half is dealing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the course of life, you learn about yourself and realize there should never be regrets, only a lifelong appreciation of the choices you've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out best decisions, the ones that we never regret, come from listening to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I have no regrets. The sun still shines, the sun still sets. The heart forgives, the heart forgets. One more kiss, even though it's come to this. I'll close my eyes and make a wish... hoping you'll remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cling to your imperfections, they are what make you unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me about regret? Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately, as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself? --- White Oleander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't fear your judgment 'cause I already know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me, the other day, that if I could change five things about my life, what would I change? My answer: nothing this is who I am, who I'm meant to be. I love being me; even when I'm feeling crappy and I hate myself I wouldn't change a thing.---punkyfairydude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you do what you do and you pay for your sins, and there's no such thing as what might have been, that's a waste of time, it'll drive you out of your mind.--- Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? I am who I say I am and tomorrow someone else entirely. --- White Oleander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mending whole was good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without pain, there would be no suffering, without suffering we would never learn from our mistakes. To make it right, pain and suffering is the key to all windows, without it, there is no way of life.---Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to apologize for it, cause the truth is I'd do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to take the good with the bad, smile with the sad, love what you got, and remember what you had. Always forgive, but never forget, learn from your mistakes, but never regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake off the "why's" and the "what if's" and rid yourself of confusion. Whatever was - is in the past. Whatever is? That’s what's important. The past is a brief reflection, and the future is yet to be realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to accept, but you can't change the past. You can't go back and manipulate things to the way you wanted them to happen. Because life'd be meaningless and boring and just not worth living. But you can change the future and that's a beautiful thing about life. Yes, you will make mistakes. And yes, you will have bad days - but as long as you let the past go, you'll have such a gorgeous and bright future ahead of you. Knowing that things were meant to happen. Knowing that each day you will learn something so that you keep growing to be a better person. Life is like a rope, twined in all its complexities and yet weaved into one marvelous stream that you have the chance you use something amazing from. So grab hold of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often when you think about something for a long period of time, say jumping out of an airplane, you never end up doing it. Its the spontaneity that makes it worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am today because of the choices I made yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy yourself. These are the good old days you're going to miss in the years ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't look back. And I won't regret. Though hurts like hell. Someday I will forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER: WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS FOR A REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only follow my voice inside, if it guides me wrong and I do not win I'll learn from my mistakes and try 2 achieve again ~Tupac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disobedience, in the eyes of any one who has read history, is man’s original virtue. It is through disobedience that progress has been made, through disobedience and through rebellion.&lt;br /&gt;- Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept everything about yourself -- I mean everything, You are you and that is the beginning and the end -- no apologies, no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Give Up you may be tempted to... but dont give up; when you've misplaced your hopeful dreams, Dare to believe again in the impossible; Catch a ray of sunshine,and hold on tightly; The one who holds your hand... will never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe you can, and you can. Belief is one of the most powerful of all problem dissolvers. When you believe that a difficulty can be overcome, you are more than half way to victory over it already - Norman Vincent Peale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I wish I could change the past...but sometimes the past changes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk like we know what's going on. But we don't. We don't know anything. We're young and we're gonna screw-up a lot. We're gona keep changing our minds and even sometimes our hearts. And through all that, the only thing we can truly offer eachother is... forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take chances... alot of them. Because honestly, no matter where you end up- and with who, it always ends up just the way it should be. Your mistakes make you who you are... you learn and grow with each choice you make. Everything is worth it. say how you feel- always . Be you, and be okay with it. It doesn't matter what any other person thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never regret anything that has happened in your life, it cannot be changed, undone or forgotten so take it as a lesson learned and move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spend your life regretting things in the past, before you know it... you will have wasted your life on regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regret anything that has happened to me in my life, wether it is making a bad choice, deciding to do something I shouldnt have, saying the wrong thing or not doing something I should have done... because all of these things have given me the knowledge I have today and helped make me who I am today... and that is one thing I will never regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take chances… alot of them. Because honestly, no matter where you end up - and with who, it always ends up just the way it should be. Your mistakes make you who you are... you learn and grow with each choice you make. Everything is worth it. Say how you feel - always. Be you, and be okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to cross the line and suffer the consequences than to just stare at that line for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concern yourself with not what is right and what is wrong, but with what is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that you can do in life is follow your heart. Take risks. Don't just take the safe and easy choices because your afraid of what might happen. Don't have any regrets and know that everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a point when you're more important than your past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes are a part of being human. Appreciate your mistakes for what they are: precious life lessons that can only be learned the hard way. Unless it's a fatal mistake, which, at least, others can learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my life to live over... I'd dare to make more mistakes next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't good or bad. It's just the way of things. Nothing stays the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets are a waste of time. They're the past crippling you in the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come to the edge of the light that you know, and you are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things will happen: there will be something to land on, or you will learn how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't blame yourself for any of the stupid shit that I choose to do. None of this is your fault. I'm the one who makes these bad decisions so I'm the one who pays the consequences.--- Jupiter-Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with so many of us is that we underestimate the power of simplicity. We have a tendency it seems to over complicate our lives and forget what's important and what's not. We tend to mistake movement for achievement. We tend to focus on activities instead of results. And as the pace of life continues to race along in the outside world, we forget that we have the power to control our lives regardless of what's going on outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not willing to risk it all, then you don't want it bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people would learn from their mistakes if they weren't too busy denying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could relive my life, I wouldn't. Cause everything I've done, I've never once regretted doing them. And everything I am is everything I was meant to be. --- Alice1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart, because if you always trust your mind, you'll always act on logic, and logic doesn't always lead to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two things which prevent us from achieving our dreams. The first is the belief that they are impossible and the second is seeing them made possible by the twist of the wheel of fortune when we least expect it. For at that moment, all our fears rise to the surface: the fear of suddenly setting off along a road heading god knows where, the fear of a life full of new challenges, the fear of losing forever all that is familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past - stop planning the future - stop figuring out precisely how we feel - stop deciding with our mind exactly what we want our heart&lt;br /&gt;to feel - sometimes we just have to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have a life full of mistakes then a heart full of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm convinced that wondering 'what if' is the worst thing there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you obey all the rules, you'll miss all the fun. -Katharine Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you make a mistake, don't look back at it long. Take the reason of the thing into your mind and then look forward. Mistakes are lessons of wisdom. The past cannot be changed. The future is yet in your power. --- Hugh White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather live my life to the fullest than conduct myself in a certain way to gain approval from others; I have no regrets and especially no apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately about taking chances. And how it's really just about overcoming your fears. Because the truth is, every time you take a big risk in your life, no matter how it ends up, you're always glad you took it. ~ Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past,&lt;br /&gt;stop planning the future, stop figuring out precisely&lt;br /&gt;how we feel, stop deciding with our minds exactly&lt;br /&gt;what we want our hearts to feel, sometimes we&lt;br /&gt;just have to go with the flow and just enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather do something and find out that it was the wrong thing, than never know if it was the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to take chances but sometimes it's better if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not about what I've done, what I should've done, what I could've done... it's about what I can do and what I will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every passing moment is a chance to turn it all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, things happen to you, and sometimes you don't realize why it happened until much later. But eventually it all makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the one's you did. Explore, dream, discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience is the worst teacher; it gives the test before presenting the lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things don't happen for no reason, they happen to teach you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't put a period where God put a comma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-6982583935299445397?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6982583935299445397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=6982583935299445397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/6982583935299445397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/6982583935299445397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2010/07/regret-mistake-quotes.html' title='Regret &amp; Mistake Quotes'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-1068051552951557498</id><published>2010-05-25T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T08:33:51.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memahami Tabiat Manusia</title><content type='html'>Situasi 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAYA BUKAN CAKAP TEMBERANG, TAPI SA KASI TAU KO LA, GAJI 3 BULAN SIA BELUM KENA KACAU.. THIS SMALL AMMOUNT(ALLOWANCE) nothing to me you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya telah masak dengan perangai manusia yang begini, walaupun sedikit menyampah, tapi tapi apa buli buat.. terpaksa diam sija la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situasi 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You know, i'm very low profile, but i have big house, i have good connec tion with higest rank politician in this country.. I can call them anytime"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni mimang yang bongga2 ni haha.. mengaku low profile tapi dalam masa yang sama, tida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situasi 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang kawan, yang sangat baik di depan, namun d belakang.. berabis menceritakan keburukan kawan.. mau cari glemer and mau cari cerita lah tu kan..ala-ala musuh dalam selimut gitu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah ni bahaya ni.. zaman skarang mimang banyak neh.. takut tul sa tejumpa orang2 gini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situasi 4&lt;br /&gt;Kawan gembira sangatlah banyak.. kawan menangis entah satu pun teda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni lagi bahaya.. kalau bab enjoy2.. brabis mau jek2 kawan.. minta ini la.. minta itu lah.. tapi dalam kesusahan, pura2 la dia ni nda tau.. hmm.. bikin panas kan.. apala diurang ni begini.. nasip lagi saya ada kawan tuk menangis hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bersambung...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-1068051552951557498?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1068051552951557498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=1068051552951557498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/1068051552951557498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/1068051552951557498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2010/05/memahami-tabiat-manusia.html' title='Memahami Tabiat Manusia'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-31132078524210641</id><published>2010-03-07T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:44:55.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True friendship'/><title type='text'>Forgive me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3oqjA-83qhs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3oqjA-83qhs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song i dedicated to my Very best friend.. Forgive me.. I don't know it was like that.&lt;br /&gt;Only God Knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-31132078524210641?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/31132078524210641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=31132078524210641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/31132078524210641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/31132078524210641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2010/03/forgive-me.html' title='Forgive me.'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-4984316962998642697</id><published>2010-01-25T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:37:30.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ayah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking'/><title type='text'>Good joke for year 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A man came home from work and his children ran to him and called out ‘Ayah!  Ayah!’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His neighbour got very upset  and said to him, “Can you please tell your children not to call you  ‘Ayah’?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man asked,  “Why?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbour retorted,  “Because my children call me ’Ayah’ too. They might get confused and mistake you  to be their father.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the man told his  neighbour, are you not ashamed to say that your children do not know who is  their 'Ayah'.&lt;span style="color:#004080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So you are saying by using the word 'Ayah' ,your children will  call me ayah too without knowing who their father&lt;span style="color:#004080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  neighbour said "Yes, only I should use the word 'Ayah'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  man said, "Then there is something wrong in what you are teaching your children.  They are not sure and do not know who is their 'Ayah'."&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/3271686361307173088-4984316962998642697?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/4984316962998642697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=4984316962998642697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/4984316962998642697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/4984316962998642697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-joke-for-year-2010.html' title='Good joke for year 2010'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-8552798882479335934</id><published>2010-01-11T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:25:02.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beware'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rape'/><title type='text'>Name Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: red;"&gt;From a friend..&lt;br /&gt;NAME  CARDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be careful.   Yesterday, I was at the Carrefour carpark after shopping and about to start the  car engine. Suddenly, one man appeared holding a name card and asking me to wind  down the window to give me the name card. I refused using the sign language but  he kept on pestering. I was terrified and quickly started the engine and sped  off. Fortunately, I locked the car doors immediately I got in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank  you for the warning email I received  earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Rgds,&lt;br /&gt;May &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: NAME  CARDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: maroon;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must Read and  Please be careful out there !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man came over and offered his service  as a painter to a female putting gas in her car and left his card. She said no,  but accepted his card out of kindness and got in the car. The man then got into  a car driven by another gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the lady left the service station,  she saw the men following her out of the station at the same  time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost immediately, she started  to feel dizzy and could not catch her breath. She tried to open the window and  realized that the odor was on her hand; the same hand which accepted the card  from the gentleman at the gas station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then noticed the men were  immediately behind her and she felt she needed to do something at that moment.  She drove into the first driveway and began to honk her horn repeatedly to ask  for help.The men drove away but the lady still felt pretty bad for several  minutes after she could finally catch her breath. Apparently, there was a  substance on the card that could have seriously injured  her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c20000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(194, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  drug is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#008250;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 130, 80);"&gt;'BURUNDANGA'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c20000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(194, 0, 0);"&gt;and it is used  by people who wish to incapacitate a victim in order to steal from or take  advantage of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drug is four  times more dangerous than the date rape drug and is transferable on simple  cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take heed and make sure  you don't accept cards at any given time alone or from someone on the streets.  This applies to those making house calls and slipping you a card when they offer  their services .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE SEND THIS  E-MAIL ALERT TO EVERY FEMALE, OR EVEN MALE THAT YOU  KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-8552798882479335934?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8552798882479335934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=8552798882479335934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/8552798882479335934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/8552798882479335934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2010/01/name-cards.html' title='Name Cards'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-683255581396699559</id><published>2009-11-23T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:10:09.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sahabat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kawan baik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my friend'/><title type='text'>A Good Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SwtANP_mCMI/AAAAAAAADGQ/ELQpQZEbpek/s1600/good%2Bfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SwtANP_mCMI/AAAAAAAADGQ/ELQpQZEbpek/s400/good%2Bfriend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407486373964155074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one. &lt;p&gt; In primary school your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you; held your hand as you walked through the scary halls; helped you stand up to the class bully; shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus; saved a seat on the back of the bus for you; knew who you had a crush on and never understood why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; In secondary school your idea of a good friend was the person who let you copy their social studies homework; went to that "cool" party with you so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshie there; did not let you lunch alone. &lt;/p&gt; In pre-university your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car; convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded; consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan; found you a date to the prom or went to the prom with you (both without dates); helped you pick a university and assured you that you would get into that university; helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time letting you go. On the threshold of adulthood your idea of a good friend was the person who was there when you just couldn't deal with your parents; assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything; just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories; and reassured you that you would make it in university as well as you had these past 18 years; and most importantly sent you off to university knowing you were loved. Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, hold your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you! Pass this url on to those friends of the past, and those of the future...and those you have met along the way. Thank you for being a friend. No matter where we go or who we become, never forget who helped us get there. There's never a wrong time to pick up a phone or send a message telling your friends how much you miss them or how much you love them....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-683255581396699559?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/683255581396699559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=683255581396699559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/683255581396699559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/683255581396699559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-friend.html' title='A Good Friend'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SwtANP_mCMI/AAAAAAAADGQ/ELQpQZEbpek/s72-c/good%2Bfriend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-3819889541595162870</id><published>2009-09-02T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:25:02.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>True Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;True Friendship - Recognition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we find true friendship in this often phony, temporary world? Friendship involves recognition or familiarity with another's personality. Friends often share likes and dislikes, interests, pursuits, and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we recognize potential friendship? Signs include a mutual desire for companionship and perhaps a common bond of some kind. Beyond that, genuine friendship involves a shared sense of caring and concern, a desire to see one another grow and develop, and a hope for each other to succeed in all aspects of life. True friendship involves action: doing something for someone else while expecting nothing in return; sharing thoughts and feelings without fear of judgment or negative criticism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;True Friendship - Relationship, Trust, Accountability&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friendship involves relationship. Those mutual attributes we mentioned above become the foundation in which recognition transpires into relationship. Many people say, "Oh, he's a good friend of mine," yet they never take time to spend time with that "good friend." Friendship takes time: time to get to know each other, time to build shared memories, time to invest in each other's growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust is essential to true friendship. We all need someone with whom we can share our lives, thoughts, feelings, and frustrations. We need to be able to share our deepest secrets with someone, without worrying that those secrets will end up on the Internet the next day! Failing to be trustworthy with those intimate secrets can destroy a friendship in a hurry. Faithfulness and loyalty are key to true friendship. Without them, we often feel betrayed, left out, and lonely. In true friendship, there is no backbiting, no negative thoughts, no turning away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friendship requires certain accountability factors. Real friends encourage one another and forgive one another where there has been an offense. Genuine friendship supports during times of struggle. Friends are dependable. In true friendship, unconditional love develops. We love our friends no matter what and we always want the best for our friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;True Friendship - Examples of Real Friendship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friendship stories are found throughout the Bible. In Genesis 18:17-33, we read about God sharing His intentions with Abraham. Abraham responds by telling God his thoughts and feelings about the situation. God and Abraham are able to do this because they trust and respect each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Samuel 20 focuses on the friendship of David and Jonathan. These two men truly cared for each other and had great trust and confidence in one another. David was running for his life from Jonathan's father, Saul. Jonathan recognized that David was innocent. Because of the true friendship they shared, David survived Saul's assassination attempts and went on to become one of Israel's greatest kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real and true friendship involves freedom of choice, accountability, truth, and forgiveness. Peter and Jesus give us this example: Peter, afraid for his life after Jesus is led away from the Garden of Gethsemane, denies knowing Jesus (John 18). As He is led away by His accusers, Jesus casts a look toward Peter that says, "I knew you would deny Me, and I forgive you" (John 21).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real friendship looks at the heart, not just the "packaging." Genuine friendship loves for love's sake, not just for what it can get in return. True friendship is both challenging and exciting. It risks, it overlooks faults, and it loves unconditionally, but it also involves being truthful, even though it may hurt. Genuine friendship, also called "agape" love, comes from the Lord. The Lord Jesus calls us His friends and He laid down His life for us (John 15).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships in real life involve different levels of friendships, and that's okay. But humans are designed by God for lasting relationships. Often our isolationist society offers only vague, empty relationships. God wants us to have friends here on earth. Most of all, He wants us to be friends with Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Word tells us that a friend sticks closer than a brother, and that in order for one to be a friend, one must show themselves friendly (Proverbs 18:24). The question is: what type of friend do you desire to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 18:19 in the New Living Translation says: "It's harder to make amends with an offended friend than to capture a fortified city. Arguments separate friends like a gate locked with iron bars." When we've offended a true friend - whether by breaking a trust or by speaking the truth with love - we risk losing that friendship. We must be careful not to break the trust. But when not speaking the truth will cause greater hurt in our friend's life, we must be willing to sacrifice our needs for those of our friend. That is true friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we sometimes offend a friend without meaning to, God's Word offers a solution. It's called forgiveness. There is no greater example than the love of God for us. It so great that He gave His only begotten Son, Jesus Christ, in order that our friendship with God might be restored. He did that in spite of the fact that we have offended Him deeply. We have disobeyed His commands, turned our backs on Him, and followed our own path. So the question remains: What type of friend do you want to be? True Christian friendship forgives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need a friend? God wants to be your true friend. Are you longing for companionship? God is always with you (Hebrews 13:5). Who do you know who needs a true friend today? God wants you to befriend others. He calls us to be His hands and feet in a world starving for true friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-3819889541595162870?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3819889541595162870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=3819889541595162870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/3819889541595162870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/3819889541595162870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2009/09/true-friendship.html' title='True Friendship'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-1851404839210369530</id><published>2009-05-27T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T05:23:49.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Cope With Having No Friends</title><content type='html'>One of the natural desires of the human &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Heal-a-Broken-Heart" title="Heal a Broken Heart"&gt;heart&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Fix-a-Broken-Friendship" title="Fix a Broken Friendship"&gt;friendship&lt;/a&gt;. Friends are everything to us - they make us &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Laugh" title="Laugh"&gt;laugh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Cheer-Up" title="Cheer Up"&gt;cheer us up&lt;/a&gt;, and stick with us through the tough times. This is why it can be so hard to &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Live-Life-to-the-Fullest" title="Live Life to the Fullest"&gt;live&lt;/a&gt; your life without any friends. You may be stuck in a place by &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Find-Yourself" title="Find Yourself"&gt;yourself&lt;/a&gt; or where people aren't interested in making pals, they never are though. Or maybe you've fallen out with a treasured mate. Whatever the reason, if you find yourself without &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Friends" title="Make Friends"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt;, don't despair - just read this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Active" title="Be Active"&gt;Be active&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;- it's &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Eat-Healthy" title="Eat Healthy"&gt;healthy&lt;/a&gt; and cleanses your &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Exercise-an-Open-Mind" title="Exercise an Open Mind"&gt;mind&lt;/a&gt;. Try &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Enjoy-Football" title="Enjoy Football"&gt;football&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Ballet-Dance" title="Ballet Dance"&gt;ballet&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Become-a-Better-Basketball-Player" class="mw-redirect" title="Become a Better Basketball Player"&gt;basketball&lt;/a&gt; or even &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Have-a-Good-Shopping-Spree" title="Have a Good Shopping Spree"&gt;shopping&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Stay-Safe-in-a-Mall" title="Stay Safe in a Mall"&gt;mall&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Start-Your-Own-Exercise-Regimen-and-Stick-to-It" title="Start Your Own Exercise Regimen and Stick to It"&gt;Exercise&lt;/a&gt; and healthy activities will take away the loneliness and make you &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Feel-Good-About-You-and-Your-Life" title="Feel Good About You and Your Life"&gt;feel good&lt;/a&gt;. 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Type '&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Write-a-Letter-to-Your-Penpal" title="Write a Letter to Your Penpal"&gt;penpals&lt;/a&gt;' into &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Search-Google" title="Search Google"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; and you should find lots of sites where you can find &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Write-an-Email-to-a-Friend" title="Write an Email to a Friend"&gt;email&lt;/a&gt; and postal friends for free. Writing a letter is an excellent way to spend time and get &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Keep-in-Touch-With-Friends" class="mw-redirect" title="Keep in Touch With Friends"&gt;in touch&lt;/a&gt; with people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Kind" title="Be Kind"&gt;Be kind&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Generous" title="Be Generous"&gt;generous&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-a-Nice%2C-Helpful-Person" class="mw-redirect" title="Be a Nice, Helpful Person"&gt;helpful&lt;/a&gt; to everyone&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Smile" title="Smile"&gt;Smile&lt;/a&gt; even through the tough times - you'll &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Get-People-to-Like-You" title="Get People to Like You"&gt;attract people&lt;/a&gt; as everyone likes a &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Positive" title="Be Positive"&gt;positive&lt;/a&gt; person. Don't take out your negative feelings on others. 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It may seem impossible, but all you have to do is open your &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Cure-Puffy-Eyes" title="Cure Puffy Eyes"&gt;eyes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Stop-Hating-on-People-Because-of-Their-Social-Group" title="Stop Hating on People Because of Their Social Group"&gt;hating&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; If you are &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Anti-Authoritarian" title="Be Anti Authoritarian"&gt;anti&lt;/a&gt;-this or anti-that, figure out why you're so &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Defend-Evolution-Against-Creationism" title="Defend Evolution Against Creationism"&gt;against&lt;/a&gt; it. If you explore things that you are against, you might find good in it - if not, you will know your &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Ignore-Your-Enemy" title="Ignore Your Enemy"&gt;enemy&lt;/a&gt; better and be better able to converse &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Ask-a-Question-Intelligently" title="Ask a Question Intelligently"&gt;intelligently&lt;/a&gt;. Someone who is full of &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-a-Hate-Relief-Doll" title="Make a Hate Relief Doll"&gt;hatred&lt;/a&gt; but cannot say why is viewed as irrational and unpleasant by the people around them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Try to &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Friends" title="Make Friends"&gt;make friends&lt;/a&gt; with an &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Stop-Animal-Abuse" class="mw-redirect" title="Stop Animal Abuse"&gt;animal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, such as a &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Play-With-Your-Dog" class="mw-redirect" title="Play With Your Dog"&gt;dog&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Communicate-With-Your-Cat" class="mw-redirect" title="Communicate With Your Cat"&gt;cat&lt;/a&gt;. Often, &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Nice-to-Your-Pets" title="Be Nice to Your Pets"&gt;pets&lt;/a&gt; can act as a nexus of socialization. Having a pet gives you an excuse to get &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Play-Outside" title="Play Outside"&gt;outside&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Talk-to-Your-Parents" title="Talk to Your Parents"&gt;talk&lt;/a&gt; to other pet owners that you meet on the &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Act-Cool-on-the-Streets" title="Act Cool on the Streets"&gt;streets&lt;/a&gt; or in the park. &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You might seem a little &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Kick-out-a-Crazy-Roommate" class="mw-redirect" title="Kick out a Crazy Roommate"&gt;crazy&lt;/a&gt; if you say "Hi!" to every animal you meet, but you will seem &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Friendly" title="Be Friendly"&gt;friendly&lt;/a&gt; and young-at-heart, and these are great assets in socializing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Find-a-Hobby" title="Find a Hobby"&gt;Find a hobby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It can be &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Listen-to-Music" title="Listen to Music"&gt;listening to music&lt;/a&gt;, reading &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Write-a-Literature-Review" class="mw-redirect" title="Write a Literature Review"&gt;literature&lt;/a&gt;, or even brushing up on your &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Use-Your-wikiHow-Skills-to-Advance-Your-Career" title="Use Your wikiHow Skills to Advance Your Career"&gt;computer skills&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Improve-Your-Reading-Skills" title="Improve Your Reading Skills"&gt;Skills&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Gain-Recognition-for-Your-Talents-in-School" title="Gain Recognition for Your Talents in School"&gt;talents&lt;/a&gt; are also things that social networks can be built around. Join a &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Start-a-Social-Club" title="Start a Social Club"&gt;club&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-a-Flyff-Guild" title="Make a Flyff Guild"&gt;guild&lt;/a&gt; devoted to what you are good at.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Enjoy-Cloudy-and-Rainy-Weather-Outside" title="Enjoy Cloudy and Rainy Weather Outside"&gt;outside&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Getting outside, even for a little while, is good for you. Take a &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Walk-Safely-at-Night" title="Walk Safely at Night"&gt;walk&lt;/a&gt; or just enjoy the &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Stay-Safe-in-the-Sun" title="Stay Safe in the Sun"&gt;sun&lt;/a&gt; and fresh air for a few minutes everyday. Don't be afraid to go out to the &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Find-What-Movie-to-Watch-at-the-Cinema" title="Find What Movie to Watch at the Cinema"&gt;cinema&lt;/a&gt;, catch a play or go to a &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Attend-a-Concert" title="Attend a Concert"&gt;concert&lt;/a&gt; on your own. Appreciation of different arts will connect you to &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Appear-Successful-in-Modern-Society" title="Appear Successful in Modern Society"&gt;society&lt;/a&gt; and give you something to talk about with other people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't be afraid to fail.&lt;/b&gt; Socializing is extremely difficult, and even the most beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Become-a-Social-Butterfly" title="Become a Social Butterfly"&gt;social butterfly&lt;/a&gt; will find themselves in &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Avoid-Being-Socially-Awkward" title="Avoid Being Socially Awkward"&gt;awkward&lt;/a&gt; situations regularly. To properly socialize, you must be willing to go out on a limb and take a risk. If you talk to the &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Popular" title="Be Popular"&gt;popular&lt;/a&gt; kids at their table and they &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Ignore-Insults" title="Ignore Insults"&gt;insult&lt;/a&gt; you, &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Walk-Away-from-a-Fight" title="Walk Away from a Fight"&gt;walk away&lt;/a&gt; and praise yourself for stepping into that lion's den. If you &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Ask-Someone-out-Without-Getting-Nervous" title="Ask Someone out Without Getting Nervous"&gt;ask someone out&lt;/a&gt; and get &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Handle-Rejection" title="Handle Rejection"&gt;rejected&lt;/a&gt;, praise yourself for having the bravery to admit your &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Express-Your-Feelings" title="Express Your Feelings"&gt;feelings&lt;/a&gt;- even the greatest players have trouble approaching people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Explore whether or not you may have a deeper &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Solve-a-Problem" title="Solve a Problem"&gt;problem&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; Excessively &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Eradicate-and-Stop-Negative-Thoughts" title="Eradicate and Stop Negative Thoughts"&gt;negative&lt;/a&gt; feelings might be the result of an earlier &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Identify-if-a-Child-Has-Been-Traumatized-by-an-Event" title="Identify if a Child Has Been Traumatized by an Event"&gt;trauma&lt;/a&gt; - an inability to socialize properly might indicate an inherent &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Express-Your-Emotional-Pain-the-Healthy-Way" title="Express Your Emotional Pain the Healthy Way"&gt;emotional&lt;/a&gt; imbalance. If you've gotten &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Get-Fit" title="Get Fit"&gt;fit&lt;/a&gt;, joined a club and become proficient at a particular skill and are still unable to &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Friends-Online" title="Make Friends Online"&gt;make friends&lt;/a&gt;, then you might want to seriously consider seeking professional help - be it of the psychiatric kind or of the &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Become-a-Matchmaker" title="Become a Matchmaker"&gt;matchmaking&lt;/a&gt; kind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stuck on &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Have-a-Great-Conversation" title="Have a Great Conversation"&gt;conversation&lt;/a&gt; ideas? Simple. &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Ask-Open-Ended-Questions" title="Ask Open Ended Questions"&gt;Ask questions&lt;/a&gt; about the person you're talking to. Most people love talking about themselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never wait for a perfect opportunity - they don’t exist. Look for opportunities or create some of your own. Never wait to be perfectly understood or helped. People are generally nice but they have lives of their own and don't always have time to figure you out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember that &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Watch-Television" title="Watch Television"&gt;television&lt;/a&gt; is not a reflection of &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Love-Life" title="Love Life"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;. The glamorous lives on &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Sign-up-for-Sweet-16-on-MTV" class="mw-redirect" title="Sign up for Sweet 16 on MTV"&gt;MTV&lt;/a&gt; and in &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Dance-to-Rap-Music" title="Dance to Rap Music"&gt;rap&lt;/a&gt; videos are false representations of life; at the same time, a lot of &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Sound-Intelligent" title="Sound Intelligent"&gt;intellectual&lt;/a&gt; literature (philosophy, for example) falsely reflects reality. Fact is, 90% of the &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Talk-to-a-Human-when-Calling-a-Business" title="Talk to a Human when Calling a Business"&gt;human&lt;/a&gt; race lives a simple life working, &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Money" title="Make Money"&gt;making money&lt;/a&gt;, coming &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Organize-Your-Home" title="Organize Your Home"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt; and reading the &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Write-a-Newspaper" title="Write a Newspaper"&gt;newspaper&lt;/a&gt;. If that's you, don't sweat it - you're &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Normal" title="Be Normal"&gt;normal&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a new context. The most dramatic way to change yourself is to encounter a new culture. The reality is, some people aren't suited for their own cultures and find themselves more at ease in new cultures. If you aren't time oriented, try the tropics - if you like to &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Multitask" title="Multitask"&gt;multitask&lt;/a&gt;, try a polychronic society such as those of the &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Speak-Arabic" title="Speak Arabic"&gt;Middle East&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Mediterranean-Pasta-Salad" title="Make Mediterranean Pasta Salad"&gt;Mediterranean&lt;/a&gt; or south Asia. If you are artistic and intellectual, try &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Travel-Through-Europe" title="Travel Through Europe"&gt;Europe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do something for someone else everyday. Focus 'outward' and not at yourself. Look around and see which people might need help or a kind word. Say hello to the loneliest person you know or write a &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Write-a-Thank-You-Letter" title="Write a Thank You Letter"&gt;thank you note&lt;/a&gt; to a friend, teacher or a coach.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;warnings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If despair is settling in and thoughts of &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Prevent-a-Suicide" title="Prevent a Suicide"&gt;suicide&lt;/a&gt; encroach on your thoughts, do not be afraid - if you feel that your &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Eradicate-and-Stop-Negative-Thoughts" title="Eradicate and Stop Negative Thoughts"&gt;negative thoughts&lt;/a&gt; are becoming overwhelming, seek help from an &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Convince-Elders-to-Buy-Technology" title="Convince Elders to Buy Technology"&gt;elder&lt;/a&gt; or professional immediately. &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Deal-With-Your-Own-Death" title="Deal With Your Own Death"&gt;Death&lt;/a&gt; isn't the way out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not dumb yourself down or compromise your morals to get people to like you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giving new ideas a chance is essential. You don't have to compromise your intelligence or morals, but &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; allow the people around you to do so, to a certain extent. If you are constantly telling people they are wrong or immoral, you will not make friends!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't seek &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Take-Action-to-Prevent-School-Violence" title="Take Action to Prevent School Violence"&gt;violence&lt;/a&gt; against others as an answer. Feelings of isolation and of being &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Different" title="Be Different"&gt;different&lt;/a&gt; from those around you can lead to feelings of &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Arrogant" title="Be Arrogant"&gt;arrogance&lt;/a&gt; and superiority. Lashing out will only give you a negative reputation - lashing out violently will gain you a &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Lose-a-Bad-Reputation" title="Lose a Bad Reputation"&gt;bad reputation&lt;/a&gt; as well as a &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Get-a-Job-With-a-Criminal-Record" class="mw-redirect" title="Get a Job With a Criminal Record"&gt;criminal record&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's one thing to be a very &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Unique" title="Be Unique"&gt;unique&lt;/a&gt; individual, it's another to shove your uniqueness in everybody's face. Let people get to know you a little bit at a time. If they like you, you'll find they will enjoy seeing you and eventually start to seek you out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how you feel, always remain civil with somebody - losing your &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Control-Your-Temper" title="Control Your Temper"&gt;temper&lt;/a&gt; and screaming is a quick way to not only &lt;i&gt;lose&lt;/i&gt; friends, but also make &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Deal-With-Enemies" title="Deal With Enemies"&gt;enemies&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People won't always take you &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Stop-Taking-Life-Too-Seriously" title="Stop Taking Life Too Seriously"&gt;seriously&lt;/a&gt;, so don't be afraid to &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Walk-Away-from-a-Fight" title="Walk Away from a Fight"&gt;walk away&lt;/a&gt; from them. Realize that being &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/React-When-Insulted-or-Teased" class="mw-redirect" title="React When Insulted or Teased"&gt;insulted&lt;/a&gt; is a part of life - not everyone you meet will agree with you nor will they like you; don't &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Deal-with-People-Who-Always-Complain" class="mw-redirect" title="Deal with People Who Always Complain"&gt;whine&lt;/a&gt; about how no one &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Respectful-of-Your-Parents" title="Be Respectful of Your Parents"&gt;respects&lt;/a&gt; you - they just can't understand you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socializing is extremely difficult and, if you are not suited to it, learning to socialize can be a painful and arduous experience. Never give up, but never be afraid to admit that you've bitten off more than you can chew.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't &lt;i&gt;pretend-smile&lt;/i&gt; around others. How can you make a fake smile just to attract others without knowing that you are doing the right thing? A genuine smile comes naturally, and without thought.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-1851404839210369530?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1851404839210369530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=1851404839210369530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/1851404839210369530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/1851404839210369530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-cope-with-having-no-friends.html' title='How to Cope With Having No Friends'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-2370812441344429167</id><published>2009-01-25T04:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T04:56:39.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear sisters and brothers, dear seekers of the transcendental Truth, I wish to give a &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;, which is the motto of Texas. &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt; is extremely significant in all phases of our life. &lt;a href="http://www.writespirit.net/inspirational_quotes/friendship_quotes"&gt;&lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is the bridge between two human beings. &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt; is the bridge between earth and Heaven. &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt; is the bridge between the known and the unknown. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here on earth we try to establish &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; with our fellow human beings. Sometimes we are successful, sometimes we are not. But even when we are successful, this &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; does not satisfy us completely. Then we go deep within and discover our Eternal Friend, God, the Inner Pilot. God and each individual on earth are eternal friends. But only when we begin to aspire do we come to realise this truth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are three types of &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;: animal &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;, human &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; and divine &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; that exploits us is animal &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; that mutually helps two persons is human &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; that unconditionally gives, that gives with no expectation whatsoever, is divine &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt; can arise out of necessity and also out of generosity. If two human beings are in the desiring world, their &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; is founded upon necessity. But if one is in the desiring world and the other is in the aspiring world, then we have to know that the &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; of the aspirant is founded upon generosity, while the &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; of the desiring person is based upon necessity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Desire makes unending demands; its hunger can never be appeased. No matter how much experience or possession is accumulated, still satisfaction does not dawn in the heart of a desiring individual. Aspiration also has an eternal hunger, but when aspiration achieves an iota of Peace, Light and Bliss, it feels a kind of satisfaction. Although an aspirant aims to reach the Highest, the Absolute Pinnacle, although he longs for infinite Peace, Light and Bliss, an iota of Peace, Light and Bliss satisfies his grateful heart. But he knows that today's achievement is not complete. If he looks forward, or dives deep within, or climbs high, higher, highest, he knows he is bound to be inundated with Peace, Light and Bliss in boundless measure. At God's choice Hour, God will give the aspirant infinite Peace, Light and Bliss.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In our ordinary human life we have two friends: fear and doubt. Fear tells us, "Stay inside your body cage, where you are safe. If you come out, the ferocious world tiger will devour you, so don't come out of the cage of your body." Doubt tells us that our real friend is our physical mind, the mind that cautions us, that warns us, that tells us that the outer world is a real stranger. Doubt says, "If you allow the outer world to enter into you, it is like dealing with a stranger. At any moment you may be exploited, deserted and destroyed for good. Have no faith in anybody on earth. Expect nothing good from anyone on earth. You are your own saviour, you are your own salvation-you and nobody else. Exist for yourself. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here we are all seekers, so we shall have faith in God. If it is impossible for us to establish divine faith today, we can start with faith in ourselves. In spite of knowing that we are limited and bound, let us have faith in ourselves. Then this limitation and bondage of ours can be transcended on the strength of our inner cry. But if we have faith in an undivine force, a force that destroys, then in addition to destroying others, we will ourselves be destroyed. A similar thing happens when we have faith only in ourselves. We try to possess others, but before we can actually possess them, we are ourselves possessed. It is only in divine faith that we do not possess. There we just expand-expand our consciousness, expand our reality, expand what we have and what we are. But let us start, if necessary, with faith in ourselves, and then go beyond and attain divine faith. In divine faith we see that there is no end to our journey and achievement. We are in the flow of an ever transcending, ever illumining Reality, which is perfection.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.writespirit.net/inspirational_quotes/friendship_quotes"&gt;&lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is harmony, &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; is peace, &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; is bliss. &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt; is harmony. Mutual harmony removes all dark conflicts. Each individual has opinions of his own, but when &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; becomes the connecting link between two persons, all conflicts are removed and they become one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt; is peace. Here, peace means confidence. I have confidence in you and you have confidence in me; our mutual confidence is peace. I shall not speak ill of you or try to ruin you; you will not speak ill of me or try to ruin me. On the contrary, I shall give you what I have: my love, my sympathy, my concern, my compassion, my total support of your cause, and you will do the same for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt; is bliss. When &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; lasts, it offers bliss. The Kingdom of Heaven is established when love inundates our beings, when the feeling of oneness reigns supreme and there is no sense of separativity. At that time illumining, fulfilling and perfect Perfection dawns in our life of aspiration. Thousands of years ago the Vedic seers offered us the message of bliss.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anandadd hy eva khalv imani bhutani jayante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Delight we came into existence.&lt;br /&gt;In Delight we grow.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of our journey's close, into Delight we retire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt; is sweet when it is all harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt; is sweeter when it is all peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt; is sweetest when it is all bliss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, the moment we are awakened, the moment our inner light comes to the fore and awakens us from our ignorance sleep of millennia, we discover that fear and doubt are not our friends at all. Our true friends are courage, indomitable courage, and faith, boundless faith. Our inner courage tells us, "Go out, look around the rest of the world; all of earth's inhabitants are your friends, your brothers and sisters. If you stay in your physical consciousness, you are binding yourself, you are limiting your possibilities and potentialities. Go out. The world is eagerly awaiting your arrival." Our dear friend, faith, tells us, "We are all of the same Source and for the same Source, so how can we be afraid of others? The Source is one, but the One wanted to play the game of many. The tree is the Source, and the branches, flowers, leaves and fruits are the many. From the same root we all came into existence, so let us consciously establish our inseparable oneness with all human beings. Let us sing together, dance together and play together. In this way we will please and fulfil the Absolute Supreme with our universal oneness."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Each individual has faith in something or in someone. We cannot say that someone has no faith at all. This moment he has faith in God, another moment he may have faith in himself and a third moment he may have faith in somebody or in something else. Now, when an individual has faith in God, he is in the world of aspiration and vastness, in the world of Infinity, Eternity and Immortality. When he has faith in himself, he is in the world of desire, in the world of possession, limitation, bondage and death. When he has faith in neither God nor himself, then he has faith in destruction-in world destruction or in self destruction. But he always has faith either in God or in himself or in some undivine force.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt; is service, the dedicated service we offer to Mother Earth and Father Heaven. When we want to offer our dedicated service to Mother Earth, we pray to the Lord Supreme to grant us a life of ceaseless duration. When we want to offer our dedicated service to Father Heaven, we pray to the Lord Supreme to grant us a life of selfless contribution. With our service, Heaven gets the opportunity to manifest itself here on earth, and earth gets the opportunity to realise the Highest, the Absolute.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the spiritual life &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; is founded on inner acceptance. A spiritual teacher and a seeker become one on the strength of their inner &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;. The seeker goes to a Master and says, "Master, I love you, I trust you, I give you my life." The Master immediately says, "My son, I love you, I trust you and I give you my life and also God's Life." The disciple says, "Master, I offer you my solemn promise that I shall serve the Supreme in you." The Master says, "Son, I offer you my solemn promise that unless and until I have taken you to our Father, the Absolute Supreme, I shall not rest. Your promise is just to me, but my promise is to two persons. Here on earth I am promising you that I shall carry you and guide you to the Golden Shores of the Beyond, and the same promise I am making to the Inner Pilot, who is your Master, my Master, the Eternal Master; to Him I am giving the same promise. With your &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; you will give me what you have: Ignorance. With my &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; I will give you what I have and what I am: Wisdom Light. This Wisdom Light the Supreme has granted me out of His infinite Bounty, and this I offer to you. If you think that you are a beggar, then you must know that I am more of a beggar than you. You have to go begging only to one place, but my condition is more deplorable; I have to go to two places. I go to you with folded hands and beg you to give me your ignorance. Then I go to God with folded hands and beg Him to give me His Compassion Light for you. I am the messenger between you and God. This is the &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; that I have established with earth and Heaven. Earth's pangs and penuries I take to Heaven, to the Eternal Father in Heaven, and from Heaven I bring down Peace, Light and Bliss in abundant measure for sincere seekers." This is the eternal &lt;span class="highlightedSearchTerm"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; between the Master and the disciple.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Master also says something else to his disciples. He says, "Your Master is not and can never be myself. The real Master is somebody else-the Supreme, the Absolute Supreme." A spiritual teacher is only an elder brother to humanity. When seekers are aspiring for the Highest, the teacher shows them where the Father is. Once he leads them to the Father, his role is over. And the seeker of today becomes the leader, the teacher of mankind tomorrow. When his time comes, he shows aspiring humanity, his younger brothers and sisters, the same God, the same eternal Friend, the same transcendental Supreme, that his own teacher once showed him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-2370812441344429167?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/2370812441344429167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=2370812441344429167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/2370812441344429167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/2370812441344429167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2009/01/talk-about-friendship.html' title='Talk about Friendship'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-8877776780289672825</id><published>2008-11-07T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:40:15.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SRQM5lP5bYI/AAAAAAAABf4/-pl-jx-l_Yo/s1600-h/sorry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SRQM5lP5bYI/AAAAAAAABf4/-pl-jx-l_Yo/s400/sorry.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265848047693819266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;/i&gt; that I'd see you fall     asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to     keep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;/i&gt; that I see you walk out     the door,&lt;br /&gt;I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for just one     more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;/i&gt; I'd hear your voice     lifted up in praise,&lt;br /&gt;I would video tape each action and word, so I could     play them back day after day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I knew it would be the last time,&lt;/i&gt; I could spare an extra     minute or two to stop and say "I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;Instead of assuming you would     know I do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;/i&gt; I would be there to     share your day,&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sure you'll have so many more, I can let just     this one slip away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For surely there's always tomorrow&lt;/i&gt; to make up for an     oversight,&lt;br /&gt;And we always get a second chance to make everything right.     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There will always be another day&lt;/i&gt; to say our "I love you's",     &lt;br /&gt;And certainly there's another chance to say our "Anything I can do's?"     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But just in case I might be wrong,&lt;/i&gt; and today is all I     get,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,&lt;/i&gt; young or old alike,&lt;br /&gt;    Today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So if you're waiting for tomorrow,&lt;/i&gt; why not do it today?&lt;br /&gt;    For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That you didn't take that extra time&lt;/i&gt; for a smile, a hug, or     a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Too busy to grant someone what turned out to be their last wish.     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So hold your loved ones close today,&lt;/i&gt; whisper in their     ear,&lt;br /&gt;Tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them     dear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take time to say&lt;/i&gt; "I'm sorry," "Please forgive me," "Thank     you" or "It's okay".&lt;br /&gt;And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets     about today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-8877776780289672825?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/8877776780289672825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=8877776780289672825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/8877776780289672825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/8877776780289672825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-regrets.html' title='No Regrets'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SRQM5lP5bYI/AAAAAAAABf4/-pl-jx-l_Yo/s72-c/sorry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-413734198017290336</id><published>2008-11-07T01:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:37:56.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Catch a Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I could catch a rainbow     &lt;br /&gt;I would do it just for you     &lt;br /&gt;And share with its beauty     &lt;br /&gt;On the days you're feeling blue. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;     &lt;img src="http://brosia.com/images/rainbow.jpg" alt="rainbow" width="169" align="right" border="0" height="265" /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I could build a mountain     &lt;br /&gt;You could call your very own     &lt;br /&gt;A place to find serenity     &lt;br /&gt;A place to be alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;If I could take your troubles     &lt;br /&gt;I would toss them into the sea    &lt;br /&gt;But all these things I'm finding     &lt;br /&gt;Are impossible for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;I cannot build a mountain     &lt;br /&gt;Or catch a rainbow fair     &lt;br /&gt;But let me be what I know best     &lt;br /&gt;A friend that's always there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-413734198017290336?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/413734198017290336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=413734198017290336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/413734198017290336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/413734198017290336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-catch-rainbow.html' title='If I Catch a Rainbow'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-3720458213108137923</id><published>2008-11-07T01:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:36:44.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>opinion of friend is important</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary's School in Morris, Minn. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, but had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievousness delightful. Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving: "Thank you for correcting me, Sister!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I didn't know what to make of it at first, but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day. One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice-teacher's mistake. I looked at Mark and said, "If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck blurted out, "Mark is talking again."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I hadn't asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it. I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened by drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark's desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. That did it!! I started laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to Mark' s desk, removed the tape, and shrugged my shoulders. His first words were, "Thank you for correcting me, Sister."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;At the end of the year, I was asked to teach junior-high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instruction in the "new math," he did not talk as much in ninth grade as he had in third. One Friday, things just didn't feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were frowning, frustrated with themselves and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, "Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;"Really?" I heard whispered.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;"I never knew that meant anything to anyone!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;"I didn't know others liked me so much."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again. That group of students moved on.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Several years later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked me the usual questions about the trip - the weather, my experiences in general. There was a lull in the conversation. Mother gave Dad a side-ways glance and simply says, "Dad?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;My father cleared his throat as he usually did before something important. "The Eklunds called last night," he began.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;"Really?" I said. "I haven't heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Dad responded quietly. "Mark was killed in Vietnam," he said."The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;To this day I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, Mark I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you would talk to me. The church was packed with Mark's friends. Chuck's sister sang "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." Why did it have to rain on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the graveside. The pastor said the usual prayers, and the bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water. I was the last one to bless the coffin.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;As I stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to me. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;"Mark talked about you a lot," he said. After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates headed to Chuck's farmhouse for lunch.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Mark's classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said without batting an eyelash. "I think we all saved our lists."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;That's when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-3720458213108137923?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3720458213108137923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=3720458213108137923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/3720458213108137923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/3720458213108137923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2008/11/opinion-of-friend-is-important.html' title='opinion of friend is important'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-7782883622732820274</id><published>2008-03-05T23:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:35:59.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Read it if you have a time...</title><content type='html'>They have known each other since school days and have since become the&lt;br /&gt;closest of friends.. They shared everything and anything and spent lots&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;time together in and after school. But... the friendship never develops&lt;br /&gt;more&lt;br /&gt;than friends. Diane kept a secret... her admiration and love for Jack.&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;has her reasons for keeping it a secret. FEAR! Fear of rejection... fear&lt;br /&gt;that he might not feel the same... fear that he might not want to be her&lt;br /&gt;best friend anymore... fear of losing someone that she can find comfort&lt;br /&gt;in.&lt;br /&gt;At least if she keeps her feelings to herself... she might still be able&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;spend time with him... and hopefully, he might be the one to tell her how&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;feels towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by and soon... school days were over. Jack and Diane went&lt;br /&gt;separate ways.. Jack continued his studies overseas while Diane got&lt;br /&gt;herself&lt;br /&gt;a job. They still kept in touch though - penned letters, sent each other&lt;br /&gt;photographs and mailed each other gifts. Diane longed for Jack to be&lt;br /&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;She had decided that she would have the courage to&lt;br /&gt;tell him her feelings once he's back.And then... out of the blue... the&lt;br /&gt;mails&lt;br /&gt;from Jack stopped coming. Diane wrote to him, but there's no reply.&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;br /&gt;is he? What happened? Lots of questions run through her mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years passed by and Diane was still hopeful that Jack would come&lt;br /&gt;back... or at least send her a note. And then... it's as if her prayers&lt;br /&gt;were&lt;br /&gt;heard. She received a note from Jack... it said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a surprise for u... meet me at the airport, at "time and&lt;br /&gt;location"&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see u again Diane!&lt;br /&gt;Love n Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane was thrilled. Love and kisses... it meant a lot for a lady who have&lt;br /&gt;not tasted love before. She was so ecstatic&lt;br /&gt;beyond words. When the said day arrived, Diane waited anxiously for&lt;br /&gt;Jack.&lt;br /&gt;She's in her best dress and tried to look as pretty as she can be. She&lt;br /&gt;looked around but Jack was nowhere in sight. Then... a lady in a sexy&lt;br /&gt;tight&lt;br /&gt;blue dress approached her. She had a very concerned look on her face,&lt;br /&gt;"Hi!&lt;br /&gt;I'm Jacelyn, a friend of Jack. Are u Diane?" she asked. Diane just&lt;br /&gt;nodded&lt;br /&gt;her head. "I'm afraid, I have bad news for you... Jack is not coming...&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;won't be coming back anymore," said the lady, placing a hand on Diane's&lt;br /&gt;shoulder. Diane could not believe the things she has just heard!!! What&lt;br /&gt;could possibly have happened?? Diane was confused, she was very worried&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;her face was turning&lt;br /&gt;pale... "Where's Jack? What happened to him Please tell me... " Diane&lt;br /&gt;begged the lady... The lady looked intently at Diane... and&lt;br /&gt;then... ... ... ... .. she gave Diane a nudge on the shoulder and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alamak Diane... its me lah... Jack... Aren't I pretty now? ...&lt;br /&gt;U cannot recognize me meh??... akakaakaka." ... .&lt;br /&gt;and with that Diane fainted!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack has become an 'AH GUA'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-7782883622732820274?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7782883622732820274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=7782883622732820274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/7782883622732820274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/7782883622732820274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2008/03/please-read-it-if-you-have-time.html' title='Please Read it if you have a time...'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-3279169014065871198</id><published>2008-03-05T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:29:43.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fikir-fikirkan lah k...</title><content type='html'>Seorang Executive muda yang berjaya sedang memandu disebuah perkampungan di pinggir bandar. Ia memandu agak laju dengan sebuah kereta WAJA yang berprestasi tinggi yang baru sahaja dibelinya. Sambil ia memandu perlahan-lahan ia sedang memerhatikan seorang anak kecil dicelah-celah kereta yang diletakkan ditepi jalan , ia memperlahankan keretanya untuk melihat sesuatu yang difikirkannya. Seelok-elok sahaja kereta Waja tersebut melintasi kawasan tersebut ; anak kecil tidak kelihatan tetapi seketul batu dilontarkan tepat mengena pintu disebelah kanan kereta Waja tersebut. Apalagi Executive muda tersebut menekan brek sekuat hatinya dan berundur ke tempat dimana Anak kecil tadi berdiri. Dengan marahnya dia keluar dari kereta terus meluru ke arah Anak kecil , menarik tangan anak kecil dan menghempasnya ke kereta yang terletak ditepi jalan dan terus memarahi Anak kecil tadi : " Apa ni ? Siapa awak ? dan apa ke jadahnya awak berada disini ? Itu kereta baru , mahal dan susah nak baiki ? Awak tau tak ? Kenapa awak buat ini semua ? jerit Executive tersebut. Anak kecil itu tunduk sedih , sayu dan memohon maaf ; " Saya meminta maaf Pakcik, Saya tak tahu apa patut saya buat , ia merayu . Saya melontar batu kerana tak ada orang yang berhenti disini apabila saya panggil". Dengan linangan air mata ia menunjukkan ke satu sudut yang tidak jauh dari situ.. "Itu abang saya , ia jatuh dari kerusi roda dari tebing disebelah dan tak ada orang yang dapat mengangkatnya kembali. Boleh tak Pakcik menolong saya , ia cedera dan ia terlalu berat untuk saya. Dengan rasa terharu,Executive muda tersebut melepaskan anak kecil tersebut dan terus mengangkat abangnya dan meletakkannya kembali ke kerusi roda. Terima kasih , pakcik, Saya doakan pakcik selamat dunia dan akhirat. Tak dapat digambarkan dengan perkataan , Executive muda hanya melihat dengan sayu, Anak kecil tersebut menyorong abangnya yang cacat dan cedera pulang menuju ke umahnya. Anak sekecil itu boleh mendoakannya akan kesejahteraan hidupnya. Executive muda tersebut berjalan perlahan ke arah kereta , WAJA kemek teruk tetapi ia membiarkan saja tanpa dibaiki. Ia mengigatkannya bahawa kita tidak perlu berkejar-kejar dalam kehidupan ini sehinggakan seseorang melontar batu hanya kerana hendakkan perhatian . Pengajaran Allah tidak menjanjikan hidup ini tidak pernah susah, bersuka-ria tanpa kesedihan, Panas tanpa hujan tetapi ia memberi kita kekuatan, menenangkan kita semasa kesedihan dan menunjukkan jalan yang sebenar-benarnya. Janganlah kita sombong dengan kelebihan yangsementara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-3279169014065871198?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/3279169014065871198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=3279169014065871198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/3279169014065871198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/3279169014065871198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2008/03/fikir-fikirkan-lah-k.html' title='Fikir-fikirkan lah k...'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-9068453978394856249</id><published>2008-03-05T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:27:58.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best moment in life (posted by Connie at Friendster)</title><content type='html'>The Best Moments In Life&lt;br /&gt;1. Falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;2. Laughing till your stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;3. Enjoying a ride down the ocuntry side.&lt;br /&gt;4. Listening to your favorite song on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;5. Going to sleep listening to the rain pouring outside.&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting out of the shower and wrapping yourself with a warm, fuzzy towel.&lt;br /&gt;7. Passing your final exams with good grades.&lt;br /&gt;8. Being part of an interesting conversation.&lt;br /&gt;9. Finding some money in some old pants.&lt;br /&gt;10. Laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;11. Sharing a wonderful dinner with all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;12. Laughing without a reason.&lt;br /&gt;13. "Accidentally" hearing someone say somthing good about you.&lt;br /&gt;14. Watching the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;15. Listening to a song that reminds you of an important person in your life.&lt;br /&gt;16. Receiving or giving your first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;17. Feeling this movement in your body when seeing this "special" someone.&lt;br /&gt;18. Having a great time with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;19. Seeing the one you love happy.&lt;br /&gt;20. Wearing the shirt of a person you love and smelling his/her perfume.&lt;br /&gt;21. Visiting an old friend of yours and remembering great memories.&lt;br /&gt;22. Hearing some telling you "I LOVE YOU"&lt;br /&gt;"True friends come in the good times when we tell Them to, and come in the bad times.....without calling."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-9068453978394856249?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/9068453978394856249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=9068453978394856249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/9068453978394856249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/9068453978394856249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-moment-in-life-posted-by-connie-at.html' title='The best moment in life (posted by Connie at Friendster)'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-7765391886518535162</id><published>2008-03-05T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:25:13.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>posted by suzana (on Friendster)</title><content type='html'>1)Kawan tu bkn mcm maen FUTSAL. Mula-mula kejar..dah dapat sepak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Kawan tu bkn mcm maen SKATE. Mula-mula gosok..lepas tu pijak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Kawan tu bkn mcm maen RAGBI. Mula-mula tangkap.. dah dapat tendang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Kawan tu bknnya mcm PAMPERS.. dah pakai, buang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Kawan tu bknnya mcm BARANG KEMAS. Waktu baru beli pakai. Dah sengkek gadai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Kawan tu bkn mcm PELANGI. Hari cerah takde...hujan gerimis baru muncul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Kawan tu bkn mcm KERETA. Rosak skit,jual.. ambik kereta baru..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Kawan tu bkn mcm CHIPSMORE.. skejap ade skjp tak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Kawan tu bkn mcm BANK. Bila dah takde duit, pegi kat sana ambik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)lagi..... Kawan tu mcm ape ye???? Haa..kawan tu mcm AWAK LA. . bila saya hantar msg, awak akan baca msg saya dgn teliti sampai habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau apa pun tanggapan org tentang kawan.. bagi saya, kawan tu penting. Seorang kawan takkan biarkan kawan dia menangis, sedih, berduka dan sebagainya. Kawan yg sejati adalah seorang kawan yang dapat diajak duduk dan berbincang tentang pelbagai perkara. Yang penting, seorang kawan akan&lt;br /&gt;sentiasa menghadiahkan senyuman kpd kawan-kawannya. . :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-7765391886518535162?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7765391886518535162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=7765391886518535162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/7765391886518535162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/7765391886518535162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2008/03/posted-by-suzana-on-friendster.html' title='posted by suzana (on Friendster)'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-5361720043124931906</id><published>2008-02-23T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:38:07.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Quiz..</title><content type='html'>Friendship Quiz&lt;br /&gt;You don't actually have to take the quiz. Just read straight through, and you'll get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the five wealthiest people in the world. &lt;br /&gt;Name the top five news stories five years ago. &lt;br /&gt;Name ten presidents or leaders of the biggest countries in the world. &lt;br /&gt;Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize. &lt;br /&gt;Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor or actress. &lt;br /&gt;Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners. &lt;br /&gt;How did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List a few teachers who aided your journey through school. &lt;br /&gt;Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time. &lt;br /&gt;Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;Think of a few people who have made you feel, appreciated and special. &lt;br /&gt;Think of five people you enjoy spending time with. &lt;br /&gt;Name half a dozen heroes whose stories have inspired you. Easier? &lt;br /&gt;The people who make a difference in your life are not the most powerful ones, nor have the most money or awards. They are the ones that care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-5361720043124931906?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/5361720043124931906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=5361720043124931906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/5361720043124931906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/5361720043124931906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2008/02/friendship-quiz.html' title='Friendship Quiz..'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-6583810366425069747</id><published>2008-02-23T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:33:48.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unforgiveness</title><content type='html'>Nothing is as painful, &lt;br /&gt;As unforgiveness to the soul. &lt;br /&gt;A heart that's torn asunder, &lt;br /&gt;With forgiveness becomes whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single kind word spoken, &lt;br /&gt;Means more than countless words. &lt;br /&gt;The three words, "I forgive you," &lt;br /&gt;Are all that need be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a soul that has been wounded, &lt;br /&gt;Like a healing, cooling balm. &lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness soothes and comforts, &lt;br /&gt;Till at last the soul is calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the soul that seeks forgiveness, &lt;br /&gt;When forgiveness can't be found. &lt;br /&gt;It struggles vainly everyday, &lt;br /&gt;To hear that simple sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power in those three kind words, &lt;br /&gt;Can heal a heart that's broken. &lt;br /&gt;But that heart cannot begin to heal, &lt;br /&gt;As long as words remain unspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion in it's purest sense, &lt;br /&gt;Reside in those three words. &lt;br /&gt;The three words, "I forgive you," &lt;br /&gt;Are all that need be heard.&lt;br /&gt;Unfor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-6583810366425069747?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/6583810366425069747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=6583810366425069747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/6583810366425069747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/6583810366425069747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2008/02/unforgiveness.html' title='unforgiveness'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-9016641489092338479</id><published>2008-02-23T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:26:36.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A real Friendship Story</title><content type='html'>One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.  His name was Kyle.  It looked like he was carrying all of his books.  I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?  He must really be a nerd.'  I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running towards him.  They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.  He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.  My heart went out to him.  So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.  As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.'  He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'  There was a big smile on his face.  It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.  I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.  As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.  He said he had gone to private school before now.  I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.  We talked all the way home, and I carried his books.  He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.  I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends.  He said yes.  We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him.  And my friends thought the same of him.  Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.  I stopped him and said,  'Damn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!'  He just laughed and handed me half the books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.  When we were seniors, we began to think about college.  Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke.  I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.  He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.  Kyle was valedictorian of our class . I teased him all the time about being a nerd.  He had to prepare a speech for graduation.  I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.  Graduation day, I saw Kyle.  He looked great.  He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.  He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.  He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him!  Boy, sometimes I was jealous.  Today was one of those days.  I could see that he was nervous about his speech.  So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'  He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.  'Thanks,' he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began.  'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.  Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach… but mostly your friends.  I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.  I am going to tell you a story.'  I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.  He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.  He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.  He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.  'Thankfully, I was saved.  My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'  I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.  I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realise it's depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of your actions.  With one small gesture you can change a person's life.  For better or for worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-9016641489092338479?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/9016641489092338479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=9016641489092338479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/9016641489092338479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/9016641489092338479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/2008/02/real-friendship-story.html' title='A real Friendship Story'/><author><name>Bossing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09048525380204109394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-7017370652947046297</id><published>2008-02-19T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:03:32.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/R7sLsT8gkaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GLsh7e8QbwU/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/R7sLsT8gkaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GLsh7e8QbwU/s400/friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168737853233992098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friendship is like this????&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/3271686361307173088-7017370652947046297?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/7017370652947046297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271686361307173088&amp;postID=7017370652947046297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271686361307173088/posts/default/7017370652947046297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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nangis..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around the corner I have a friend,&lt;br /&gt;          In this great city that has no end,&lt;br /&gt;          Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,&lt;br /&gt;          And before I know it, a year is gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I never see my old friends face,&lt;br /&gt;          For life is a swift and terrible race,&lt;br /&gt;          He knows I like him just as well,&lt;br /&gt;          As in the days when I rang his bell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he rang mine if, we were younger then,&lt;br /&gt;          And now we are busy, tired men.&lt;br /&gt;          Tired of playing a foolish game,&lt;br /&gt;          Tired of trying to make a name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jim"&lt;br /&gt;          "Just to show that I'm thinking of him."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,&lt;br /&gt;          And distance between us grows and grows.&lt;br /&gt;          Around the corner yet miles away,&lt;br /&gt;          "Here's a telegram, sir" "Jim died today."&lt;br /&gt;          And that's what we get and deserve in the end.&lt;br /&gt;          Around the corner, a vanished friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-1176986600328065199?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com/feeds/1176986600328065199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVLMzC9zxPc/SYJX4epGI5I/AAAAAAAACO4/W4lzOD54OD0/S220/bossing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271686361307173088.post-6012841333956970473</id><published>2008-02-10T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:40:31.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puisi buat kawan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Forever Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Artur Hawkwing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my own, but mostly the savannah,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where the tumbleweeds fade away and die,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before the glassy sun burns a summer of crystals,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The glistering waters of the high seas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of which was so far a place as of where vultures roam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I looked around but you weren't anywhere...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You used to say that you would never die,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I took the wrong meaning into my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now the sea is wild with despair,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep blue like a prairie of flowers blue,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where all children of God rest in eternal peace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw you at the end,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You and I, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brother and sister of nature,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brother and sister of heaven and earth,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your usually calm and heavenly eyes full of tears,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitterly falling one after one into a river,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then the river of life turned red in blood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My eyes watched in horror.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slowly and deadly your heart became poisoned,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You disappeared without saying good-bye,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not a word came out of your mouth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You became like desolation in its grave.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When once the skies were a realm of stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the sun shone brightly in summer skies,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were there to share the calmness;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But now I stand here in midst of the tall grass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only the savannah remains. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271686361307173088-6012841333956970473?l=dailythinkingofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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