<?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-6286980369016515458</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:39:55.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Up</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm 16. I have a relationship with God.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-7409457366796036924</id><published>2010-12-14T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T07:23:19.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be honest..</title><content type='html'>i   dont really like this schedule, but im too afraid to tell you. who am i to stop what you want to do? im barely getting any time with you now, but i gotta adapt and survive. i mean, you're worth the wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-7409457366796036924?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7409457366796036924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=7409457366796036924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/7409457366796036924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/7409457366796036924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-be-honest.html' title='To be honest..'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-7104619604340557245</id><published>2009-12-08T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:08:11.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even though I was the one who broke it off, it didn’t mean I didn’t love you anymore. I wanted to see if I could survive without you. And I couldn’t. I just wish things were like old times. But it isn’t. And I feel like it never will be. I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-7104619604340557245?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7104619604340557245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=7104619604340557245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/7104619604340557245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/7104619604340557245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/12/even-though-i-was-one-who-broke-it-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-3976200254727141369</id><published>2009-10-26T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:59:01.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eljaaaay</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp;Here I thought I was the one who posted cornyass stuff all up on my sitess back then. I guess you're now in my old position. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-3976200254727141369?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3976200254727141369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=3976200254727141369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/3976200254727141369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/3976200254727141369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/10/eljaaaay.html' title='Eljaaaay'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-383365762983036553</id><published>2009-08-29T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:23:25.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment 1</title><content type='html'>Oh snap. Pre Calculus Blogging assignment numero uno !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since school started, Mr Clark had us solving for x in an inequality equation. To solve this problem, one side must be equal to 0. For example, if the problem was 3/x &gt; 1, you would subtract the 1 from both sides so that the right side will be 0. Once you've got 0 on that side, you'll have to draw a number for each equation in the problem. We then label x as a the number opposite of what comes before it. For example, (4+x), x would equal (-4). For each point plotted on the graph, we draw a line down it, to create barriers. We then find the zone where the equation fits, and then you write the answer. Now you're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I bid you adieu.&lt;br /&gt;Lates~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&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/6286980369016515458-383365762983036553?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/383365762983036553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=383365762983036553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/383365762983036553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/383365762983036553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/08/assignment-1.html' title='Assignment 1'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-9047715106583361048</id><published>2009-08-26T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:04:12.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scratch That</title><content type='html'>Well, looks like I'm back on this biddness . It'll mainly be used for school now, seeing as my Pre-Calc teacher, Mr. Clark, wants us to blog about what happened in his class that day. I hope that goes well. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-9047715106583361048?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/9047715106583361048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=9047715106583361048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/9047715106583361048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/9047715106583361048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/08/scratch-that.html' title='Scratch That'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-7225303801862128007</id><published>2009-08-24T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:31:10.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell -</title><content type='html'>Goodbye Blogspot. I'm starting on a new blogging site. Have fun finding me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-7225303801862128007?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7225303801862128007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=7225303801862128007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/7225303801862128007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/7225303801862128007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/08/farewell.html' title='Farewell -'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-3240802057192542516</id><published>2009-08-22T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:18:26.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping it Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"PTL for tonight. Freals feelin' it. Its time to step up for the Lord, on the realz. I miss all ya'll already though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;Saturday, August 22nd, 2009 - 11:57 AM.&lt;br /&gt;First off, I Tweeted that statement last night, after the post camp rally. It was truly a blessing. I honestly love my FBC Family.&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They're my brothers and sisters in Christ, our Lord&amp;amp;Savior, and I wouldn't have them any other way. The times I truly am happy, is when I'm with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. The post-camp rally was last night. It was great seeing them again. It was a fun filled night. The Alameda youth got to SF Church around 6:40, and there was barely anyone there. There were already a few there, like the Worship Team, Dominador, Kuya Sam, Kuya Tabs, Matt, and a few others. I was already having the jitters about performing later that night, but I knew God would get me through it. Kamaka and I segregated from the rest, and jammed outside on the frotn steps for a bit. Practicing the special number, and then playing a few other songs. Then others started to arrive. Around 7 or so, the Vallejo youth arrived. It's funny. They all come together at the same time, it's like they're a tribe, or village. Haha. One by one, I started seeing those familiar faces, running around, hugging, greeting, etc. I even ran out to the back, because I Saw Kuya Jon Erick. Hahah. I ran towards him, without him noticing me, yelled his name, and tightly hugged him. *Smile* I heard someone yell my name, &amp;amp;as I ran back inside, I shouted, "Did someone say my name? " Ahah. &amp;amp;it was another famliar voice, KYLIEEEEE. Hahah. Miss that giiirl(: Then there was Josh Machacon and TJ Bacud, the remaining Ukulele-ists. We haven't gotten together to practice as a whole, so then was our chance. We ran through the song a couple of times, piecing it out to see how it would go. We kept messing up as we practiced, or at least I think we did. But we turned out fine. After we practiced one more time, it was time to go on in. Man, I went inside, and all the seats were filled. Ahah. I thought to myself, "When'd ya'll get here?!" ahah, whack. Well yeah, the night went on as planned. We sang worship songs first, then there was a game led by Bodek and Bernard. Rhinos, FTW. Although I liked the idea of being the "Kamaka's" HAHAHA. Josh whspered at me, he said "After the first game, right?". Oh man, our time was coming up. Haha. I was praying that it'd go smoothly. And when we got up there, it felt right. We played Mighty to Save by Hillsong United. Definitely feeling it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zc0mA98BmqA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&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/Zc0mA98BmqA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was so nervous, but I'm glad God gave me the strength to Step Up. That's what the night was about. Stepping up in your Christian Life. A few testimonies were given, one by Boom Boom, another by Jeneva, and Dominador. God is Life-Changing, I can tell you that. Then after that, Timothy, Kuya J, and Dante gave their special number, rapping to the beat of Billie Jean. Haha. It was sick. Then there was a short skit about stepping up in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for Kuya Truman to give his devotion for the night. He spoke about the cost of being a disciple, a follower of Jesus. I liked it too, it mentioned something I already, lightweight, knew about. It was being Not of This World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verses were Luke 14:25-27&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25571"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;Large crowds were traveling with Jesus, and turning to them he said: &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25572"&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt;"If anyone comes to me and does not hate his father and mother, his wife and children, his brothers and sisters—yes, even his own life—he cannot be my disciple. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25573"&gt;27&lt;/sup&gt;And anyone who does not carry his cross and follow me cannot be my disciple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 6:41-42:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25180"&gt;41&lt;/sup&gt;"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25181"&gt;42&lt;/sup&gt;How can you say to your brother, 'Brother, let me take the speck out of your eye,' when you yourself fail to see the plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage means how could we be checking up on a brother, or sister's walk with God, when we don't even check ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last passage was John 16:33&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26749"&gt;33&lt;/sup&gt;"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Truman gave a good devotion. It helped me realize I needed to step up in my Christian Faith. Stop being a Sunday Christian, a friday Christian, or whenever you're with your BASIC. I need to start being an EVERYDAY Christian. Live my life as at testimony for God. From this point on, I'm going to change. I don't know whether it'll be slowly, or quick, I just know that these changes will be noticeable. I'll do it all for God. I'll step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-3240802057192542516?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3240802057192542516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=3240802057192542516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/3240802057192542516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/3240802057192542516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/08/stepping-it-up.html' title='Stepping it Up'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-1235066106380311438</id><published>2009-08-19T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:08:48.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl Like Her..</title><content type='html'>She's just one of a kiiind.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo bored. hahah. Well, update, update, updatesss. Nothing much ever happens in my life. Ahaha. Uhm, SLAM Juniors and a few others kicked it over at the Marina last Saturday, wasn't much. It was alright, I Guess. &amp;amp;nothing much else happened. Ahah. Uhm, in an hour, it'll be Kathryn's birthday. Hahah. I told her I'd sing for her in a voicemail. Hopefully I could do it without waking up my parents. Then I think JC and the youth are coming over tomorrow to discuss important matters, and hopefully play with Shrinky Dinks. =DDD My Heart shrinky dink broke. =[&lt;br /&gt;THEN FRIDAAAAY . I WISH IT'D HURRY UP. FREAKIN' WANT TO SEE ALL THEM FBC KIDS AGAIN. OMFREAKIN'GOSSSSSH. Special Number, here I come. Hahaha. Oh yeah, I got my school schedule last Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st - English 3 CP&lt;br /&gt;2nd -SLAM Video Production&lt;br /&gt;3rd - Pre-Calculus&lt;br /&gt;4th - French 2&lt;br /&gt;5th - US History Honors&lt;br /&gt;6th - Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like my schedule. Hahaha. IT depends though. What kind of teachers I get. I mean, I'm cool with Mrs Farley, Mr. Hargrave, and Mr. Tobin, but the other teacherse I worry about. Haha, hopefully God will bless me with good teachers this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH REMINDS ME. It's getting close to that time where I have to teach a section of our Tuesday night biblestudy. I'm only a teen ! hahah, I'm the only teen there, other than jacob. Everyone else are adults. I pray that he'll give me the wisdom to be able to teach His word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHGEEZE. I guess I'll finish with this. I'm still thinking bout Pretzel. HAHAH. Why wont you leave dang it !? Hahah. I wish I didn't have it this bad. I wish I could tell her tooooo. I'm seeing her this Friday at the Post-Camp. Ughhhh. Shyness, blushing, knowing she's out there in the crowd while I'm up on stage with the other ukulele-ists, singing, OHGEEEEZE. MLIA. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I miss my bestfriend Arianna Teresing Cerbas Daoheuang. She's on lockdown thoooough ! Hurry up and get your phone privileges back ! Hahahah. My post went everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&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/6286980369016515458-1235066106380311438?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1235066106380311438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=1235066106380311438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/1235066106380311438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/1235066106380311438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/08/girl-like-her.html' title='A Girl Like Her..'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-8564743701199768006</id><published>2009-08-12T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:33:17.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired, and yet, I can't sleep.  I want to sleep, really I do. But when I lay my head on the pillow, close my eyes,  and attempt to fall asleep, I fail miserably. Man, I'm so gonna fail once junior year starts. Well, in the beginning, at least. Gotta face it. My life's going to start soon. Scared, yet excited at the same time. And then there's always that doubt, though. Will I get into the college I want, will I become successful, will I find someone I could spend the rest of my life with. I feel like life's moving way too fast. I have to make the last two years of my high school career memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and yet, I know God is in Control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday(Tomorrow): Wake up, get ready, walk to SL Bart station, take the 1 to school, and then classboard meeting. I doubt I'm going to play ball with the guys, I'd much rather kick it with twinny, Juna at Nubi in Bayfair. After that, gonna hit up the old neighborhood, pay Ej Salas a little visit, get the backpack, and maybe play ball there with that foo'. Then when my mom gets off work, I'll probably go home with her. Then probably chill the rest of the night, maybe record another song. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Nothing yet, I think. Maybe work out with Kuya Alvic. I've been itching to turn these flabs into abs. Tired of living this unhealthy lifestyle. I don't know about anything else though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Ah, yes. TGIF. I'm gonna have to wake up early that day too. Off to church to help clean up again, I think paint too ? I don't know. Spending it with the bruh's though, while my dad and the other workers keep on renovating. Don't know what's up for after that though, biblestudy I think.  Man Kamaka, we needa set up that date to practice faaast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: For suure. SLAM Junior picnic over at the marina. 4 Guys Reunion ! Lmfao. I think we changed our name to WEEE are EEEW . Ahaha. W = William E = Eljay E=Eduardo E= Elijah. Let's goo. Got my ukulele ready. It's gon be a chill-ass day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Church ! Then we're going back to our building for a church clean-up. There probably wont be much to clean up, since the youth would have done alot of it friday. Then ABDC at night. Yee~ MASSIVE MONKIES, WE ARE HEROES, RHYTHM CITY .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait until next week though. Post Camp Rally, here I come. I miss everyone, oh so dearly. And I'll get to see Pretzel. LMAO. Insider between me and my best friend, Arianna Teresing Cerbas Daoheuang. Too bad she wont be able to come, her freakin' parents are making her go camping that weekend. *Sad Face*&lt;br /&gt;Then the week after that, sadly, is school. Summer flew by so quickly. I think that's enough. Hopefully I'm tired enough to fall asleep now. Goodnight blogspotters, tweeters, wordpressers, myspacers, facebookers, photobucketers, flickrers, youtubers, downelinkers, friendsterers, OMGPoppers, AIMers, and all those other networking sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-8564743701199768006?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8564743701199768006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=8564743701199768006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/8564743701199768006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/8564743701199768006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/08/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless.'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-6152505119886701386</id><published>2009-08-11T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:15:37.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell Me Why Every Time I think of her: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My heart beats faster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It also beats slower..at the same time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get butterflies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't stop thinking of her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;UGH. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&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/6286980369016515458-6152505119886701386?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6152505119886701386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=6152505119886701386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/6152505119886701386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/6152505119886701386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/08/tell-me-why.html' title='Tell Me Why'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-1730410568027699766</id><published>2009-08-07T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:29:59.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Give me one Pure and Holy Passion</title><content type='html'>DUDE JUICED MUCH ! AHAHAH. I just got a call from Brian Naval and Kamaka saying that we're asked to do a special number at the Post Camp rally on our ukulele's. YEEE. ~  All for the Lord though, finally using these talents for something better than life. YES&lt;3 And when we practice, I get to see them Vallejo kids. YESS&lt;3 I am TOOO JUICED !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&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/6286980369016515458-1730410568027699766?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1730410568027699766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=1730410568027699766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/1730410568027699766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/1730410568027699766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/08/give-me-one-pure-and-holy-passion.html' title='*Give me one Pure and Holy Passion'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-5648833478269096779</id><published>2009-08-07T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:03:20.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"forget about us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; forget about the bull shit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; forget about the scandals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; forget about the music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; forget about love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; forget about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; forget about me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; forget about who?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Note to self*&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. Forget erything. Forget the past. It's time to move on. Stop holding back. Focus o&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n your &lt;/span&gt;life. Get your priorities straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-5648833478269096779?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5648833478269096779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=5648833478269096779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/5648833478269096779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/5648833478269096779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/08/forget-it.html' title='Forget it'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-952429075350001042</id><published>2009-07-30T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:40:26.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I just wanna scream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ADSAHGAOWEIGHWGJWJKJSDFLSKAJ;SHBH;IOWREHGIOWEHGIOEWNVIEWNJISD&lt;br /&gt;FJSEIAFJ;WEGJELKWJG;EWHGEWHGEWHG;EWHIGOWH;GWHIGWIHGHWAGWE&lt;br /&gt;GHEWIGHWAIGHOEWHG;IWHG&lt;br /&gt;AWHGIEWHGIOWHGOW&lt;br /&gt;HGOIWHGIOEWHIOGHWIOGHIWOHGOIWHGIOWH;GWAOIJFEWJRAEWLK;G NNVJIOSDNAJOIVEWNJ&lt;br /&gt;GBMREOTBPRNJINTIREATJNEWAMTJNEWPIAMTJEWAMTBJEAW&lt;br /&gt;MTJUBIMJBTIEWAMJBTIWEANMIJTMEATBAINBTINABJIOTAMBJTIEWAMBTJIOESAMBTJIOEABTWIEANJBTW&lt;br /&gt;EAT&lt;br /&gt;ESABTJISEA&lt;br /&gt;TBSEJITBNSEJAKTSMBJTESMBOITSNBJITOEWNJTBIEWANTOIEWNBTEWAIBTAOEWM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....and yet...screaming doesn't help this pain I feel inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-952429075350001042?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/952429075350001042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=952429075350001042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lately, I've been thinking bout you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, you don't know what I'm going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But every time, when I look at your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I forget about all my problems, baby, 'cause you lighten up my days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And whenever I'm with you, it feels so right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I ask you this one question, girl, "Won't you please be mine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I'm falling for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl you're the one I choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever you ask, I'll do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I care so much about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're always on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you to be by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to be mine oh mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Honestly, is it wrong for me to feel this way? I know Christine&amp;amp;I just broke up, but I feel like I'm already falling for another girl. FML man. I can't stop thinking about ____. She's been on my mind, day and night. Only a few people know about it, &amp;amp;I want to tell her when I see her on the 21st of August, but I'm all too shy. I've been told she doesn't care for crushes &amp;amp;things like that. Which makes my chances so, so slim. Could this be lust? or am I in like with her. Hahaha. I think it's the second one. Ugh..I'll leave it up to God. He knows what's best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;____, I'm in like with you.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-916087409159282923?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/916087409159282923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=916087409159282923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/916087409159282923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/916087409159282923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-all-time.html' title='For All Time'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-5658834235730992851</id><published>2009-07-28T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:51:35.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work that up-do.</title><content type='html'>Can i please receive the secret code that if entered telephonically, it will pass me through to you, which means it'll be yo beautiful ass numba ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I love Mad TV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-5658834235730992851?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5658834235730992851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=5658834235730992851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/5658834235730992851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/5658834235730992851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-that-up-do.html' title='Work that up-do.'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-6727493739308236545</id><published>2009-07-28T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:13:40.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're in His kingdom now.</title><content type='html'>Rest in Peace, Nanay Cioni.&lt;br /&gt;1925-2009&lt;br /&gt;We Love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-6727493739308236545?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6727493739308236545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=6727493739308236545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/6727493739308236545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/6727493739308236545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-in-his-kingdom-now.html' title='You&apos;re in His kingdom now.'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-7133373919565064989</id><published>2009-07-21T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:08:28.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Gave it Your All..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I understand if you hate me now.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself too.&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/6286980369016515458-7133373919565064989?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7133373919565064989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=7133373919565064989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/7133373919565064989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/7133373919565064989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-gave-it-your-all.html' title='You Gave it Your All..'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-7982889263672724291</id><published>2009-07-21T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:59:15.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord,, Help me.</title><content type='html'>It hurts. A lot.Why do I torment myself like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a jackass. I don't know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what I really wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wasn't so indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eff my MF life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-7982889263672724291?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7982889263672724291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=7982889263672724291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/7982889263672724291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/7982889263672724291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/lord-help-me.html' title='Lord,, Help me.'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-2425579663518617201</id><published>2009-07-21T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:28:09.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;everything suddenly feels better.</title><content type='html'>As I posted an update on Facebook, another one immediately came up after it from one of the networks I've joined. It was for The  Bible. &amp;amp;It was giving another one of it's messages. So I clicked it, and sure enough, God is in control. Reading a devotion from Joel Osteen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(63, 79, 85);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All through the Bible, there are so many promises of what God has already done for us. It says in Ephesians that "God has blessed us with every spiritual blessing." It says in Colossians that "God has made us worthy." There is mercy for any mistake we will ever make. It’s already been taken care of. He paid the ultimate price through the death, burial, and resurrection of His Son, Jesus. He’s done His part. Now it’s up to us to do our part. We have to start believing it so we can receive it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 11.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(63, 79, 85);"&gt;In the natural, when someone gives you a gift, what’s the first thing you usually say? "Thank you." When you give thanks, it’s a sign that you are receiving the gift. Today, start receiving what God has given you by saying, “"Father, thank You for Your mercy. Thank You for supplying all my needs. Thank You for Your goodness in my life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 11.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(63, 79, 85);"&gt;As you learn to give Him thanks, you are learning to receive from Him. Open your heart by faith today and thank Him for all the blessings He has prepared for you! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 11.25pt;"&gt;And Yeah, I thank Him for this. Something good will come out of this event, I just know it. It's all according to HIS Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 11.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(63, 79, 85);"&gt;"Father God, I come to You today giving You thanks and praise for Your faithfulness in my life. I choose to receive Your Word which is life and strength to my soul. Help me to keep my heart focused on You. In Jesus’ Name. Amen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 11.25pt;"&gt;Through it all, God is STILL on His throne. Praise Him for the good AND the bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 11.25pt;"&gt;Lates~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 11.25pt; text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(63, 79, 85);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-2425579663518617201?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2425579663518617201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=2425579663518617201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/2425579663518617201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/2425579663518617201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/suddenly-feels-better.html' title='&amp;everything suddenly feels better.'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-7446962442099247658</id><published>2009-07-20T23:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:54:34.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel you Ed.</title><content type='html'>I ain't gonna lie either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fucking hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-7446962442099247658?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7446962442099247658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=7446962442099247658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/7446962442099247658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/7446962442099247658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-you-ed.html' title='I feel you Ed.'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-5778207488398707608</id><published>2009-07-20T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:43:00.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What am I supposed to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So long since I've seen your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you wanna kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or tell me you miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or that you want me to leave&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-You and I by Michael Carreon, Kat Badar, and Jesse Barrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Things aren't the same, I've noticed, I'm sure you've noticed too.&lt;/span&gt; I'm sorry for that. I'm a jerk, I know. I'm sorry for everything, for your madness, your sadness, your confusion, everything. Lord, help me now. I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-5778207488398707608?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5778207488398707608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=5778207488398707608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/5778207488398707608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/5778207488398707608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/lord.html' title='Lord..'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-9010891714642008017</id><published>2009-07-15T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:31:04.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired Mind</title><content type='html'>So I Wrote a love song today. It's about having that love at first sight, &amp;amp;making sure your love is real, or something. HAHA. I d k. I have yet to name it, help me? Leave an idea for the title as a comment, whoever's reading. Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;    I walked in the park, late last night&lt;br /&gt;    The stars shone bright, I saw a beautiful sight&lt;br /&gt;    Her pretty eyes sparked a flame&lt;br /&gt;    They gave me emotions I could not name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PreChorus:&lt;br /&gt;    I thought I saw an angel that night&lt;br /&gt;    Could it be the moment's just right&lt;br /&gt;    There's nothing else that I could say&lt;br /&gt;    I think I'll ask her out before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;    Do you believe in the miracle of love&lt;br /&gt;    Do you believe in you?&lt;br /&gt;    Do you believe in love itself&lt;br /&gt;    Do you believe it could happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    They say love could take some time but yet&lt;br /&gt;    It seems as if we've already met&lt;br /&gt;    It feels like we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;    Together, Forever, baby you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;    Come here in my arms, don't ever leave&lt;br /&gt;    While you're here with me, I'll make you believe&lt;br /&gt;    I believe in love, always and forever&lt;br /&gt;    I believe in us, you and I together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PreChorus:&lt;br /&gt;    I can't believe that love is pain&lt;br /&gt;    You have everything to lose and nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;    Tell me you believe and look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;    Do you believe I'm not like the other guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;    Hold on tight, for I've given you my heart&lt;br /&gt;    Heart and soul, right from the start&lt;br /&gt;    For your love, I could wait forever&lt;br /&gt;    With all my heart, I believe we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus til end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-9010891714642008017?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/9010891714642008017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=9010891714642008017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/9010891714642008017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/9010891714642008017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/inspired-mind.html' title='Inspired Mind'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-1864645111922543573</id><published>2009-07-14T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:23:26.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temper Temper*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just f*cking hate living under these conditions.&lt;br /&gt;Dad f*cking has a short f*cking fuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I F*cking want out.&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/6286980369016515458-1864645111922543573?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1864645111922543573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=1864645111922543573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/1864645111922543573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/1864645111922543573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/temper-temper.html' title='Temper Temper*'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-5789718443941949505</id><published>2009-07-13T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:00:39.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't feel guilty</title><content type='html'>So, just because I don't want Jayvon sleeping in my room, means that I don't want to be with him? I get enough of him every damn day, why can't I have MY time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "Don't feel guilty" when all you're doing is TRYING to make me feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of father is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want out.&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/6286980369016515458-5789718443941949505?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5789718443941949505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=5789718443941949505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/5789718443941949505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/5789718443941949505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-feel-guilty.html' title='Don&apos;t feel guilty'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-338442010861139647</id><published>2009-07-12T01:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:12:06.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Change;;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's for better, or for worse;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow&lt;br /&gt;Some Way&lt;br /&gt;I have changed.&lt;br /&gt;Times change&lt;br /&gt;Things change&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way i t is.&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/6286980369016515458-338442010861139647?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/338442010861139647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=338442010861139647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/338442010861139647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/338442010861139647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-change.html' title='Things Change;;'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-540907746813636129</id><published>2009-07-07T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:55:50.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iKnowHope(:</title><content type='html'>First off, apologies for the long hiatus. I recently moved into an apartment, and we had to wait awhile to get an internet connection. Then also last week, I was gone for summer camp. I'm back though, I have much to write about. That is, if whoever really reads my blog cares.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the nations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; crumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The word of the Lord will stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kings may rise and fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will endure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though the strong may stumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The joy of the Lord is strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will not be shaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will not be moved &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be shaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tuesday, July 07, 2009 *12:40 AM&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? Last week, summer camp '09, was such a blessing. Pastor Danny Cortez honestly is a great speaker. I found it funny and ironic, he talked about blogging for a brief moment, how King David was the very first "blogger", and I thought to myself, "Hmm, I'm most definitely going to blog that." Ahaha. Camp most certainly was a blessing though. If only it were longer than a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only 4 sessions this year, Pastor Danny and his family had to go back home Thursday after his last message. DJ, his son, told me that they had family from somewhere visiting, so I guess that's the reason why for his quick departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This years camp theme was Know Hope. I truly wondered what it meant to actually "Know Hope". What is Hope anyways? Christ gives hope. Keep your eyes permanently, not temporarily, on Jesus. If I learned anything this past week, I've learned that God is still on His throne. Through it all, the good and the bad, He's still there. Allowing it to happen. Everything happens for a reason. God doesn't make mistakes, and if you're angry for the Decisions He's mad, then you have the right to be angry. Get angry at God, He can take it. But know, he still has that Agape love, His love for us is unconditional. God Loves You. We shouldn't worry about all these sins, all these wrong things we do, the main point is to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Focus on God&lt;/span&gt;. It is then, we'll see the light. God is good, all the time, which is why He sent his only son to die on the cross at calvary for us. He didn't just die to save us, He died so that, in turn, we may live for others. If you love the person you do not know, your enemy, your neighbor, then you'll truly know what it means to love God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about ya'll, but I think I confused myself typing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good though. I gotta keep that fire alive somehow.&lt;br /&gt;I've made a promise to stop cursing, stop joking about people, etc. Quit those bad habits. Become a good testimony for God. Let them know I'm a Christian, and I'm proud to be having that relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'ma cut it here. Dang, 4 years at camp already..where does the time go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SlL-u0y-VjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1e2plYB4bSk/s1600-h/Reminisce.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SlL-u0y-VjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1e2plYB4bSk/s320/Reminisce.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355622987296822834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lates, Salvati0n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-540907746813636129?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/540907746813636129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=540907746813636129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/540907746813636129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/540907746813636129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/07/iknowhope.html' title='iKnowHope(:'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SlL-u0y-VjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1e2plYB4bSk/s72-c/Reminisce.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-2158265728501247000</id><published>2009-06-17T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:28:44.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't matter where we are..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're on my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't matter where we are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll be alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if we're miles apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, I saw Highschool Musical 3 today. Downloaded it, &amp;amp;now it's on my ipod. Haha. I'm so f*cking addicted to it again. Lolol, how embarrassing. But what can I say? I Love these kinds of movies. With that cutesie love story. It makes me tingle. Especially the music though. It gets to me. The lyrics, the rhythm. F'reals thoough. I just hella wish I did what Troy did in the movie, 1000 miles apart, and he still goes to see Gabriella at Stanford. &amp;amp;she didn't know it, he came out of no where, prom night, and danced with her. That's soo sweet. I don't know. asdjflk;. All I wanna do, is be with you.&lt;3 Lates~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-2158265728501247000?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2158265728501247000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=2158265728501247000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/2158265728501247000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/2158265728501247000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-doesnt-matter-where-we-are.html' title='It doesn&apos;t matter where we are..'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-4627971797227211928</id><published>2009-06-16T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:54:14.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone;;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never wanted a woman that wanted&lt;br /&gt;Me for my name or material things&lt;br /&gt;See I always hope for a woman&lt;br /&gt;that´s so sure, emotionally secure&lt;br /&gt;With spiritual faith&lt;br /&gt;A woman that I can trust with all of my secrets&lt;br /&gt;And even listen to all of my issues&lt;br /&gt;A woman who never judge&lt;br /&gt;Me or how I was&lt;br /&gt;She deals with me strictly through love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone who will put up with the things&lt;br /&gt;Loving me can bring&lt;br /&gt;But still be there to see us through&lt;br /&gt;Someone who would put up&lt;br /&gt;With the strange and complicated things&lt;br /&gt;Cause I would do the same for her too&lt;br /&gt;Someone who I can be real with&lt;br /&gt;ain´t gotta be perfect&lt;br /&gt;Because loving one another is all that matters&lt;br /&gt;it´s not hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;So believe me when I say&lt;br /&gt;That I found all of that in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that I hope for a friendship that´s so pure&lt;br /&gt;A girl I can talk to bout&lt;br /&gt;whatever is on my heart&lt;br /&gt;A woman that needs me&lt;br /&gt;That trust and believes me&lt;br /&gt;That wont take my kindness as&lt;br /&gt;some kind of weakness&lt;br /&gt;A woman who bares her soul who&lt;br /&gt;is willing to let go&lt;br /&gt;That wants me to lead her but&lt;br /&gt;knows how to take control&lt;br /&gt;And when I am feeling down&lt;br /&gt;Cause things are going wrong&lt;br /&gt;She fills me up and makes me feel strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are that someone who loves me&lt;br /&gt;Through all my inperfections&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart is filled with&lt;br /&gt;nothing but good intentions&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that told me&lt;br /&gt;Long as we got us&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that sees the&lt;br /&gt;joy through the pain&lt;br /&gt;You are my light through the rain&lt;br /&gt;Here and now&lt;br /&gt;Girl I am saying it´s you&lt;br /&gt;you´re my heart it´s you&lt;br /&gt;Your that someone I can truly&lt;br /&gt;say that I´ll never find&lt;br /&gt;another love like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because this song is just too good to just have one portion of it. Why am I posting up these mushy-ass blogs lately? What's wrong with me? Ahah. Passion's just too raaaw for covering this song by Musiq Soulchild. It makes me think, did I find the right girl? I think so. Lates~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-4627971797227211928?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4627971797227211928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=4627971797227211928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/4627971797227211928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/4627971797227211928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/06/someone.html' title='Someone;;'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-1497917861001091685</id><published>2009-06-14T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:54:12.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Fly With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When a day is said and done&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night and you're fast asleep, my love.&lt;br /&gt;Stay awake looking at your beauty,&lt;br /&gt;telling myself I'm the &lt;u&gt;luckiest&lt;/u&gt; man alive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a feeling that brings both joy and pain to my heart. Joy, from being with you, being filled with an emotion so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and tender that no other feeling can compare. Pain from knowing that I'm so deeply in love, that I'm more vulnerable than I've ever been..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 28th is coming soon. What should I do? What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;I do? I'm stuck like a statue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a loss of words. She's just so beautiful. Don't want to lose her now, or ever. Every single day of my life, I thank that lucky star. I thank God. Truly, truly blessed. Lates~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&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/6286980369016515458-1497917861001091685?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/1497917861001091685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=1497917861001091685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/1497917861001091685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/1497917861001091685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/06/fly-with-me.html' title='*Fly With Me'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-276575943818057762</id><published>2009-06-11T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:04:23.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Homo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="931" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eljayyyy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (9:57:35 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span  lang="en" style="font-family:Courier;"&gt;soo uhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="934" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eljayyyy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (9:57:42 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span  lang="en" style="font-family:Courier;"&gt;so when I was at eds house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="935" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eljayyyy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (9:57:47 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span  lang="en" style="font-family:Courier;"&gt;we both fell asleep with eachother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="936" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eljayyyy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (9:57:48 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span  lang="en" style="font-family:Courier;"&gt;no homo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOLFREAKIN'ELJAY. AHAHAA. GG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-276575943818057762?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/276575943818057762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=276575943818057762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/276575943818057762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/276575943818057762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-homo.html' title='All Homo.'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-4177351429042184974</id><published>2009-06-07T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:05:48.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Wish..</title><content type='html'>"I wish I could see through your eyes so I would know what you like to see. I wish I knew your wishes, so I could give you everything you want. I wish I dreamed the same dreams you do, and together we could make them come true. I wish I knew what makes you happy, so I could make you the happiest person in the whole world. And lastly, I wish I were a cell in your blood, so I would be sure I was somewhere in your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just needed a new post. Lates~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&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/6286980369016515458-4177351429042184974?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4177351429042184974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=4177351429042184974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/4177351429042184974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/4177351429042184974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-i-wish.html' title='Sometimes I Wish..'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-2200209988058939107</id><published>2009-05-31T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:54:14.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always&amp;Forever;</title><content type='html'>Happy One Year, Christine. I truly love you.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;there was this boy that was lonely&lt;br /&gt;One day he finally met his one and only&lt;br /&gt;She made a great impact, coming in his life&lt;br /&gt;She has the potential of becoming his first wife&lt;br /&gt;You see my love wont stop, it is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind in the skies coming towards our way&lt;br /&gt;Making a breezy feeling that I never ever felt&lt;br /&gt;And since we got together, I was holding a belt&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel like a winner when I won your heart&lt;br /&gt;And this love is never ending, so we'll never break apart&lt;br /&gt;And I've never seen love, until I met you&lt;br /&gt;You give me real love so I wont forget you&lt;br /&gt;And you know there is no one else above you&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' to tell you that I really love you&lt;br /&gt;Our love, is never ending&lt;br /&gt;When you feel sad, its your heart I'm mending&lt;br /&gt;And I mean it, with every single thing&lt;br /&gt;Always &amp;amp; Forever, its never ending&lt;br /&gt;Cause its a forever thing, baby&lt;br /&gt;All we need is time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Est; 062808&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-2200209988058939107?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2200209988058939107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=2200209988058939107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/2200209988058939107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/2200209988058939107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/05/always.html' title='Always&amp;Forever;'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-9072647838030682023</id><published>2009-05-21T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:12:22.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Live By F8TH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:7 - "For we live by Faith, not by Sight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sight guides us every day. If your sight wasn't leading the way, would you still know where you were, who was with you, and what you were doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Most definitely would. You would have other senses until the Lord restored your sight. Those who have lost their sight have reported other senses becoming heightened over time. Think of living by faith and not by sight as a sharpening of your other senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing lets you know the great works He has done in others' lives. Touch lets you hold your child and feel the love of our Creator. Smell lets you inhale the sweet outdoors, knowing the peace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, May 21st, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;So I got my shirt today. I was pretty sure it was going to come next week, but I guess it came early. Thanks Hoa&amp;amp;Brandon !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/ShYw-9nkx0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/tVMrBns_MGw/s1600-h/F8TH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/ShYw-9nkx0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/tVMrBns_MGw/s320/F8TH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338508266544875330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Model Status !&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ahaha. Yeah. I like it. It's a size medium, and it's a perfect fit. &amp;amp;It's soo, so comfortable. V-Necks ftw. Mommy says I'm getting skinnier. I used to be a large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, 3 more weeks ! Let's Gooooo ! Summer's a'comin'. I'm ready. Apparently I'll be babysitting this summer, a hundred bucks every 2 weeks. Underpaid, but whatever, it's family. I wont be home the whole week, only weekends. That's kindof a bummer, but oh well. And I'll be able to see the parents on Tuesdays because of Biblestudies anyways, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine and I's 11th month anniversary is coming up in 7 days. It feels like just yesterday when we first met. I could remember it clearly. It's going to be one year soon, &amp;amp;I want to go see her. If it's in God's will, I'll see her. God wants what's best for me, I know. I love her&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 28th is a sunday, so who knows how long I'll be able to talk to Christine. I have my phone anyways, soo yeah. &amp;amp;the day after, is Youth Camp '09 boyeee ! Let's gooo ! I can't wait. I've been waiting for this for forever. I'm so excited to find out what team I'll be on, who's team I'm on, all that jazz. It's in Santa Cruz this year too, so it wont be too long of a drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Auntie May's birthday this Sunday. I wont be going to our church, Faith Bible Church of Alameda, or Brandon's Party. T_T Oh well. Family first, always. We'll be going to Faith Bible Church of Tri-City, which is right down the street from my house. It starts at 10, so I'm going to have to wake up pretty darn early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been practicing 'She Was Mine' by Jesse Barrera and AJ Rafael on the piano. I think I've completely gotten the whole song down. Now I can play it with Ian on the guitar, while I'm on the piano, and both of us doing vocals. Hopefully he'll sing along too, no confidence in his singing voicee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently got back into Maplestory to cope with Christine's absence for Drill. I'm happy for her and all, but sometimes it just gets hard, because I was really looking forward to those late night, conversations that seemed like hours at a time. At least I have things to keep myself busy. I've gotten into Basketball and football with the homeboys, or jogging on my own, babysitting cousins,  kicking it with friends. Hopefully summer '09 will be crackinnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're moving next week. We're leaving this Oakland house, and moving onto Davis street's Gateway Apartments. I want to move already. I want to get out of this house. Gateway has basketball courts, a swimming pool, gym. I'd rather be there than here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's all the updates for now. Until next time, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 Thing 2 do, 3 words 4 you.&lt;br /&gt;I Love You&lt;br /&gt;Lates~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-9072647838030682023?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/9072647838030682023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=9072647838030682023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/9072647838030682023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/9072647838030682023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-live-by-f8th.html' title='I Live By F8TH.'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/ShYw-9nkx0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/tVMrBns_MGw/s72-c/F8TH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-743101167163750290</id><published>2009-05-15T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:35:16.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're not arouuund..</title><content type='html'>I swear I'm losing sleep. I never understand. that honestly with me, is where you should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdjfkl; Stupid Strawberry festival ! Haha. I wish I could be with her. I honestly wish we weren't so far. I want to go with her to all these events she goes to, but I can't. I really wish I could. I don't know. I've been feeling sad lately, i guess? I just want to be with her sooo badly. I need to be with her. The only thing I hate about the long-distance relationships are the long-distances. Why'd it have to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; long though. It's almost been a year, I need to go to her. We need to be together. I need her in my arms. &gt;&lt; Venting. Idon'tknow, is it making me feel betterr? I miss her. asdfjkl; I misssssss her. I really am in love. No one can tell me otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-743101167163750290?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/743101167163750290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=743101167163750290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/743101167163750290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/743101167163750290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-youre-not-arouuund.html' title='When you&apos;re not arouuund..'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-6836181822450263912</id><published>2009-05-04T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:05:36.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got to be Stronger;</title><content type='html'>So Christine made her school's Drill squad. As if the distance wasn't hard enough, here comes another hurdle I must jump. I know I have to be supportive, but honestly, I think deep inside, I secretly wish that she didn't make it. But I'm glad she did. I really am. If only we weren't so far apart, this'd be so much easier. I Guess that's just the way life is. It's hard. There are no shortcuts. There is no "Re-Do". There is no "Easy" button. That's just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Monday. I had a long weekend. Friday started off with school. Same old, same old. Then I went home. Later on in the night, Fernan came to pick me up for Cassie's musical. I fell asleep on the car ride, I guess I was just tired. We watched her musical, it was called 'Once on this Island'. Its apparently a tropical twist on the Little Mermaid story. It was alright. Pretty dramatic. Then after, we went to Denny's to get something to eat. Boy was I hungered. Haha. Then we went home, and I just crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, I woke up around 10. I was just being lazy in the morning. Around 1, I got ready to go to Andy's house for his birthday party. It was raining though. When I got there, our friends were already there. We played some basketball in his backyard, boy was I beasting ! HAHAHA. Then we went to go cut the cake and stuff, yadayada. &amp;amp;Then after, we challenged the upcoming 9th graders, since it was Andy's 8th grade sister's birthday too, to a game of football. Now THIS is where I started beasting. HAHA. Pick's everywhere, catching them long distance throws. Yee~ Then after, more basketball against the 8th graders. We Lost here though ! Haha. They're beast. Then I went to go do laundry with my mom and dad. Then went to go watch the Pacquiao fight at this house that I do not know. ROUND 2 YEEE. Knockout hatton's whiteness. Beasttt. Then I went home, and crashed again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was church. Same old usual. Then after was my baby cousin, Ethan Luke's 1st birthday party and dedication. It was fun. More Basketball ! Haha. Dang. Athletic weekend. It was fun though. Jammed a bit with Kamaka &amp;amp;His ukulele. haha. Then went home, Mapled, and talked to Christine. Then Crashed at around 11 or 11:30. I'm soo tired today. Right now. I don't know. I just feel off today. But that's about it for now. Lates~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&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/6286980369016515458-6836181822450263912?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6836181822450263912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=6836181822450263912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/6836181822450263912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/6836181822450263912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/05/got-to-be-stronger.html' title='Got to be Stronger;'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-180835407419252147</id><published>2009-04-24T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:09:40.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh, Wassuuuuup?!</title><content type='html'>Friday, April 24th, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edits made by request. I'm so confused, but it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooomg. Hannah Was making me feel like REALLY awkward 5th period todaay. Ahaha. It's all Freakin' Patricks fault. Haha. He did that survey I did, where you had to name 20 people off the top of your head, and then answer questions about them. SO he puts me as #20, and Hannah as #15, and then a question comes up saying "Would 15 and 20 make a good couple?" and he was like "I COULD SEE THAT" HAHA. WTH. AND THEN Hannah was like, "It's faaate ! We were meant for eachother ! " Of course, she was playing around. But I still felt uncomfortable. Ahahah. LIIIKE, Seriously. She asked me to help her today in class, so I scooted in to help. So she's like, "SCOOT CLOSER !" HAHA. AND THEN, like she stares at me. I don't like being stared at. Hahah. SO awkwaard. Awkward turtles ! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just came home from biblestudy. There wasn't any for Alameda's youth, so I went to Tri-City instead. Good devotion. Booms taught. Three C's of Christians/Conviction. Crucify, Created new, Chosen. Yeah. We chilled after biblestudy, so apparently we're going to see Cassie's play next week, most likely Friday. She said it was something like the Little Mermaid. Haha. After we chilled for abit, I went to Kuya Alvic's house. Pastor Alois, Auntie May, and the rest of the family were there. AND THE NEW BABYY !!! His name is John David. XD Daang. So white sounding. But it's cool. He's soo cute ! AND JOSIAH LIKES ME ALOT NOW. HAhaha. He kept wanting to go to me. And then and then, after here, me and kuya alvic left and went to wendy's. Haha. They don't close until midnight ! HAHA. I just got some fries though. And now I"m home, writing this blog. Christine sent me like MEGASPAM. Ahah. It's okay. I liked it(: Well that's it for now guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Latesss&lt;br /&gt;~Salvati0n&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/6286980369016515458-180835407419252147?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/180835407419252147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=180835407419252147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/180835407419252147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/180835407419252147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohh-wassuuuuup.html' title='Ohh, Wassuuuuup?!'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-3821008510073976711</id><published>2009-04-21T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:03:12.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Christine did it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finish the Sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi, my name is: Elijah&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I been: to see Christine. =[&lt;br /&gt;The one person who can drive me nuts is: Christine ! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;High school was/is: tiring.&lt;br /&gt;When I’m nervous: I have no need to be nervous. I don't need to worry, God knows(:&lt;br /&gt;The last time I cried was: long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;If I were to get married right now my maid of honor would be: I am a guy.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is: SPIKEEEY.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 10: I liked a girl named Angelica. HAHA. That's right.&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas: I gave you my heart, then the very next day, you stored inside.(: WRONG LYRICS.&lt;br /&gt;I should be: sleeping. Doing math. Drawing. Doing history.&lt;br /&gt;When I look down I see: My feet.&lt;br /&gt;The happiest recent event was: The kick-it's on Sundays&lt;br /&gt;If I were a character on ‘That 70’s Show’ I’d be: HYDE FOSHO.&lt;br /&gt;By this time next year: I'll be getting closer to being a senior.&lt;br /&gt;My current gripe is: school&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time understanding: myself&lt;br /&gt;There’s this girl I know that: I can share anything with, no matter what the topic or situation. She's always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;You know I like you when: I'm loud. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: Christine.&lt;br /&gt;Take my advice: Don't give advice. It could make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;Something that I really want to buy is: a car with my drivers license, tyvm.&lt;br /&gt;If you visited the place I was born: You'd think, "Damn, how'd this kid get all proper and nice?"&lt;br /&gt;I plan to visit: the girl I love very soon.&lt;br /&gt;If you spend the night at my house: Get ready for spaniards.HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;I’d stop my wedding if: We weren't ready.&lt;br /&gt;The world could do without: Wars.&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: lick the belly of a cockroach. THAT'S GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing I’ve bought myself: Tomorrow morning, it shall be POPEYES.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought me: Food&lt;br /&gt;My favorite blonde is: HANNAH T. !!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;My favorite brunette is: I don't know any brunettes. o-o I think.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite redhead is: I don’t know of any redheads..&lt;br /&gt;My middle name is: Joshua&lt;br /&gt;This morning I: woke up tired.&lt;br /&gt;The animals I would like to see flying besides birds are: Humans.&lt;br /&gt;Once, at a bar: I stay Above the influence.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was: Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;There’s this guy I know who: can be a real MASTER. =]&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know: what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;A better name for me would be: Confused&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am: GOINGTOSCHOOLAT 12. =D&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am: SNOOZING&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is: really of no importance.&lt;br /&gt;What I really wanted for Valentine’s Day was: a day spent with her&lt;br /&gt;I can sing: crappily. People say it's good, LIES.&lt;br /&gt;I like a guy named: no homo. HAHA. But I like a girl named Christine Diane Padua(:&lt;br /&gt;My best friend’s name is: CURRENTLY. I have no best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the closest ones to it are Johann, Jyka, Juna, Eljay, and Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-3821008510073976711?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3821008510073976711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=3821008510073976711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/3821008510073976711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/3821008510073976711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-christine-did-it.html' title='Because Christine did it..'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-580216925880968656</id><published>2009-04-19T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:04:42.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if Romance ran out of rhyme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if the sun refused to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even if romance ran out of rhyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still have my heart&lt;/span&gt; until&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're all I need&lt;/span&gt;, my love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;my Valentine&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;-Justin Delacruz&amp;amp;Albert Posis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bpMEgTIVe8c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&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/bpMEgTIVe8c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday, April 19th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;SO like. Yeah. I'm going to be lonely this summer. HAHA. Oh well. I can't stop Christine from going out for Drill. This makes me wish I went out for football with Andy, Eljay, and David. Oh well. Maybe next year? Aha. I doubt I could handle tackles though. I just wish I had something to do to take my mind off of it though. So I wouldn't have to be thinking about her 25/8. EHH. I just want to get my mind off it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We performed again in church today. I have a sore throat. There's homework that still needs to be done, and JC and them are here. Dang. Oh well. It seems like there's alot of 'oh wells' in my life right now. Oh well. Haha. I DONT KNOW. I want to stay busy this summer. Somehow. Eh. I hope I could go out and watch her though. That'd be awesome. &amp;amp;Then I get to see her with all that make up and skirt ! Haha. I want to go see her. So bad. That's what i want to do soooo badly. Okay. Idk what else to write WELL. My Valentine by Albert and Shiny, I've had that song on repeat for the past 3 days. It's so addicting to me right now. As of now it's my favorite song. WELL. Lates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-580216925880968656?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/580216925880968656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=580216925880968656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/580216925880968656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/580216925880968656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/even-if-romance-ran-out-of-rhyme.html' title='Even if Romance ran out of rhyme'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-8565349191325782126</id><published>2009-04-14T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:26:12.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No matter where you go&lt;br /&gt;I won't be very far&lt;br /&gt;Cause in my head I'll be right there where you are&lt;br /&gt;Cause love has no distance baby&lt;br /&gt;No, not when it comes to you and me"&lt;br /&gt;-AJ Rafael and Jesse Barrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, April 14th, 2009@10:04 PM&lt;br /&gt;If I could have 3 wishes, I wouldn't wish for the stars, the moon, the riches and this life. What I'd wish for is 25 hours a day, 8 days a week, and 13 months a year, just so I could spend more time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly wish I could be there for you.. You know what I'm saying? Like, I'm not there, but I'm trying my best. I can't help if you wont let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Whenever we're apart&lt;br /&gt;                    it feels like a part of me is missing...&lt;br /&gt;                    and then I remember,&lt;br /&gt;                    you have my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I feel for you is really true. You got to know that I need you so much. When you're not around, I can't go on. Can't you see that you are the only one for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me, please. Honestly, it kindof hurts to know that you'll go to someone else first, before you come to me, and then later on, hesitant to even tell me about it because you think it's resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just finished reading your privated post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo sorry. I shouldn't say things like that up there. If ever I hurt you, I'm sorry. It was unintentional. Very unintentional. I didn't mean to. I knew I would screw this up somehow. I just knew it. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I feel &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;horrible. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel like puking. I don't know. I'm just soo so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lates. ~Salvati0n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-8565349191325782126?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8565349191325782126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=8565349191325782126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/8565349191325782126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/8565349191325782126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-matter-where-you-go-i-wont-be-very.html' title='Bad'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-41100786888799752</id><published>2009-04-12T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:23:06.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday&amp;Sunday</title><content type='html'>Saturday, April 11th, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was cool. I woke up around 11, and took a shower. We went to church for Choir Practice. Turns out when we got there, they were still having a meeting, so I went to chill upstairs with the kids while they planned out the events of the year. 3 hours later, choir practice finally starts. We practice twice in two hours, which made me late for Derrick's party. It's okay though, I know my priorities. 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and we finally finish. I ask dad if I could go to Derrick's birthday party, and he says yeah. Went home first so I  could get ready and change. Once I was ready, we left. They dropped me off at Derrick's house, and Michael, Jason H., Jamie, Crystal, Amy, Krystie, Stella, Julie H., Julie P., Judy, Marie, Kenny, Hoa, Paul, David, and Jason Bandoma were already there. Michael, Jamie, Jason, Crystal, and these two girls from SLZ were playing Monopoly in one room, while everyone else was either eating or playing Rockband. Some people left, and we start to play twister. Well, not me, everyone else. I'm not flexible. Haha. Then more people leave, and we start to play this cardgame called Murder. I don't get it. Haha. But SOMEONE kept "killing" me. Freakin' killer games. I don't know who, but still. Everytime I died, I kept messing around with Derrick's guitar. Haha. Playing the bottom 4 strings as if it were a ukulele. It still sounded good, too. SELINA CAME ! *happy face* I haven't seen her since the 3rd grade. I hecka missed her. Haha, even though we didn't talk much. I said some things, but she didn't hear. Haha. OH well. We did get to talking a little bit when everyone started walking outside so Derrick could bust open the Pucca pinata she brought for him. I was tying my shoes, and we had 'small talk' I guess. I just asked how she was doing, missed you, you sound different, yada yada, etc. Then we got started with that pinata. Haha. But I called my parents around 9, so that they can pick me up. Then I went home, said my farewells, and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home, JC called and asked if they could come over and play with Jayvon. So they came and we went to go rent a couple of movies. We got Bolt and Bedtime Stories. Haha. Bolt's freakin' hilarious. Then they left, I wanted to go to sleep. I went to sleep at 12:30 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, April 12th, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;It's Easter guys ! Happy Easter. I went to church, and we performed our Easter Cantata. It sounded great from where I was standing, since I was part of it. Haha. After we performed, a couple of the youth, and Ate Lilybeth went to the park nearby to hide eggs for the Easter egg hunt. The kids had fun. They found eggs filled with candy. Then we went back for lunch. Boy, was the food good. I didn't eat much though. After church, JC and some of the youth went to Kamaka's house for his sister's birthday. Geeze, Kamaka has a big family. Alot of them were there. The cake was delicious ! Haha. We went into Kamaka's room and played CoD: WaW before we left. I was stupid ! I kept telling myself, "Get some of that Chicken Katsu before you leave". I left without any. *sad face* Oh well. haha. We went back to my place,  and we watched Bedtime Stories. My dad barbequed. I was stuffed after tonight. And then we watched Next again, since my dad didn't see it. After that, JC and them left, and now I'm here, online. I want to talk to someone, but she isn't here. Awwe. I hope she comes back before I go to sleep, I have school tomorrow. It's the long stretch now, one more quarter to go. Lates~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&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/6286980369016515458-41100786888799752?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/41100786888799752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=41100786888799752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/41100786888799752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/41100786888799752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday.html' title='Saturday&amp;Sunday'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-5134114138651504164</id><published>2009-04-11T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:43:52.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby you should let me Love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;"If I was your man, baby you'd&lt;br /&gt;Never worry 'bout, what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;I'd be coming home, back to you&lt;br /&gt;Every night, doin' you right&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of woman, deserves good things&lt;br /&gt;Fist full of diamonds, hand full of rings&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're a star&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna show you, you are &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should let me Love You"&lt;br /&gt;-Mario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friday, April 10th, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Hey ! It's Good Friday !&lt;br /&gt;Mark 10:45 - For even the Son of man came not to be ministered unto,m but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So today started off alright, I guess. My mom woke me up like hecka early to tell me to watch Jayvon, since both of my parents had work today. So he stayed with me as we slept. He then woke me up around 9 because he was wide awake. I made him some Macaroni and Cheese to eat. Then we went on about our business. I started to animate more. I finally got a girl drawn, front view, side view, and back view. The only thing I have to do now is incorporate her into my animation music video. Yes ! I'm finally making progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came home around 1 PM, and then I was free. I started watching TV, and then Christine came on. Yeah, you already know. I started talking to her. Chyeah. Haha. I seriously do love her. But that was shortlived, because dad told me to take a shower so we could leave. We left to go pick mom up from walmart, and after that we went to Auntie Delia's house. Chilled for a little, and then we left. All I really wanted to do was go home. Go figure. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home, I started animating again, and talking to Christine some more. I know I spent more time talking to her than animating. I barely got anything done in the animation. Haha. My bad. Oh Wells. That soon was short lived too, because Kuya Alvic called and asked me if I was going to the Good Friday service at FBC Tri-City church. Of Course I went, so I said my goodbyes, and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the church, there were many people there already. Kuya Alvic, Ate Marishka, Boomboom, Cassie, Ian, Sean, Gage, Travis, Ina, Kirstiana, Dominic, and everyone else. Haha. JC and the FBC Oakland Youth came later. Pastor Alois shared the message, and it really seemed like a Good Friday. Haha. We had refreshments after, which wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; cool. The little kids started picking on me ! Haha. That's not fair, all of them ganged up on me. Kirstiana, Ina, Dominic, Roxanne, Matthew. Wasn't cool. Not cool at all. They were putting whip cream on me, hitting me with bottles, all that stuff. Haha. INA WAS GOING TO PUNCH ME IN THE FACE. But I let her punch me hard in the arm instead. Haha. She wanted revenge, last time I saw her, I accidentally "punched" her in the face. I did one of those slow motion punches, and while her head was turned, I stopped near her face. She turned her head though, and hit my fist. My bad. I should've moved away. Haha. It wasn't too serious though, it really wasn't that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we chilled outside for a little. Mandy, JC, Kamaka, and Princes were talking with someone, I couldn't see who. Turns out Mandy got saved tonight. Praise God ! Another sister in Christ. After things were said and done, we went to my house. All we really did was put on the DVD 'Next' starring Nicholas Cage, and then watch an episode of George Lopez. Once we finished, it was time for them to go, and time for me to blog. Haha. Now I'm here. I'm tired, I think I'm going to go to sleep. GOODNIGHT WORLD. Lates~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&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/6286980369016515458-5134114138651504164?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5134114138651504164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=5134114138651504164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/5134114138651504164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/5134114138651504164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-you-should-let-me-love-you.html' title='Baby you should let me Love you'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-6606675127860271314</id><published>2009-04-09T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:51:00.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But I Can't Right Now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;"Baby you know that I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get with you tonight but I cannot babygirl&lt;br /&gt;And that's the issue&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna kiss you&lt;br /&gt;But I can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phone"&lt;br /&gt;-SouljaBoyTell'Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thursday, April 9th, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPYBIRTHDAYATEMARIE ! Hahah. You're getting oooooold ! She still young at heart, though. It's all good in the neighborhood homiee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my day started last night. Ahah. Like always, during Spring Break. It was around 12:30AM, and I texted Ate Marie a happy birthday. She texted back this morning saying I was the first one to say that. That makes me feel special ! Haha. OF COURSE I GO ALL OUT FOR PEOPLE'S BIRTHDAYSS. Later on in the night, around 1 AM, I decided to go to sleep. I called Christine first, I was officially missing her. Haha. I told her that I love her, I miss her already, and then I started singing the chorus to 'My Everything' by Randolph Permejo and Cathy Nguyen, since 'My Everything' is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; song. Then I decided to hook my ipod up to speakers, and just slept to the sound of my playlist playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up with Jayvon telling me to get up, like everyday of this week. It gets old after awhile. Dad cooked breakfast for us, so I had to get up and go eat. I wasn't that hungry, but I ate anyways. After that, I went back into my room, turned on the computer, and decided to work on the animation. Not much is getting done. I'm getting stumped with this stupid drawing of a girl. I can't draw girls. Boohoo~ I'll keep trying though. Around 2PM, we went to the post office so dad could mail something, I don't know what it is. Then we went to the Nations nearby, and ordered a couple of burgers. We ordered 2 fries, but we didn't have enough money, so I told the lady if we could switch the order to only one order of fries. Luckily, there must have been a technical error, because we got 2 orders of fries for the price of one. JACKPOT. Hahah. Then we went home, and we ate them. Boy did I get stuffed. After that, I went back into my room and tried to work on the animation even more ! Haha. I'm getting no progress done ! Darn. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to go pick mom from work later, and came back home. I checked my aim buddylist, and saw that Christine was on, so I decided to talk to her. She told me that she showed her best friend Perla the Voicemail I left her.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just kxdding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (4:52:36 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;: &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(191, 191, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We asked each other how we were doing &amp;amp; I told her that I got a voicemail in the morning that made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="2185"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just kxdding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (4:53:00 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(191, 191, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She wanted to know what it was, so we both went over to the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="2186"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just kxdding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (4:53:23 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(191, 191, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&amp;amp; she started tearing up when she heard it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="2188"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just kxdding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (4:54:07 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(191, 191, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She said you were really sweet, and that we were cute together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="2189"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just kxdding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (4:54:14 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(191, 191, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then I met up with her again at lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="2190"  style="color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just kxdding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (4:54:51 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(191, 191, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&amp;amp; she's like, "Gosh, Chrisitnee. That voicemail made my day, and he isn't even my boyfriend! hahah. I'm so jealous of you and your relationshiiip."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just kxdding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (5:04:02 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(191, 191, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When Perla and I went our separate ways at lunch, I started thinking, "..Awwe. Jealousy..? Perla's jealous? Hmm.. yeah, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(191, 191, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; that I really think about it, I think what I have with EJ is special. &amp;amp;to others, it &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(191, 191, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; be something to be jealous about - which makes it even &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(191, 191, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; special because it's &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(191, 191, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; good... Awwe, I love him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Haha. After that, I had to go take a shower, we were going out to dinner. So we said our goodbyes, and I went to get ready. When we left, we were thinking of a place to go. Turns out we were going to eat chinese tonight. We went to this restaurant called China Palace at the Greenhouse plaza. Their food is so yummy ! Haha. I swear, I'm bloated still, and we ate 3 hours ago. After we got home, I ate my fortune cookie, and got this fortune that said 'The heart that loves is always young'. I liked it. Haha. I love how I'm in a photography class, I took a picture of the fortune being held by a panda doll.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/Sd7Bx8NZuEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5KuP83VrfOQ/s1600-h/xsoulshoutphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/Sd7Bx8NZuEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5KuP83VrfOQ/s400/xsoulshoutphoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322904873318594626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now here I am, still trying to animate. Well, this is it for today. Lates guys~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-6606675127860271314?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/6606675127860271314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=6606675127860271314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/6606675127860271314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/6606675127860271314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/but-i-cant-right-now.html' title='But I Can&apos;t Right Now..'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/Sd7Bx8NZuEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5KuP83VrfOQ/s72-c/xsoulshoutphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-8490552282549477338</id><published>2009-04-08T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:37:36.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakin' eljay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="1208" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eljayyyy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:35:21 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span  lang="en" style="font-family:Courier;"&gt;then cum over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="1209" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eljayyyy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:35:25 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span  lang="en" style="font-family:Courier;"&gt;and lets play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="1210" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eljayyyy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:35:25 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span  lang="en" style="font-family:Courier;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="1211" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;soulxshout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:35:26 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 227, 244);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"   &gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="1212" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;soulxshout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:35:29 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 227, 244);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"   &gt;I'll go over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="1213" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;soulxshout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:35:30 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 227, 244);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"   &gt;I wont cum over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="1214" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;soulxshout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:35:31 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 227, 244);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"   &gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="1215" style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eljayyyy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (10:35:33 PM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span  lang="en" style="font-family:Courier;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. We're talking about StreetFighter on the PS3. No Homo nxggas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-8490552282549477338?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8490552282549477338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=8490552282549477338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/8490552282549477338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/8490552282549477338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/freakin-eljay.html' title='Freakin&apos; eljay.'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-4832771527885286241</id><published>2009-04-08T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:46:33.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I Can Promise You..</title><content type='html'>That we will never break apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Way too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me to up and let you go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the end of time&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and I just cant quit the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm glad that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you're all mine&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Yung J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wednesday, April 08, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today, but to stay consistent, I might as well blog it anyways. I woke up with a smile today. Christine texted me, saying she missed me. Haha. Awwe. The rest of the day went on normally. I babysat Jayvon, ate, picked mom up from work, home, Online, etc. I tried working on the music video animation that 's due for Mr. Hargrave's class, but I keep getting sidetracked because my plotline is too complex for me to draw out on the computer. Why must I do things like this? Hahah. Oh well. I want a good grade. It looks good so far. I'm using the song 'With Me' by Sum41. It's an awesome song, I suggest you try and listen to it. Haha. It was featured on Gossip Girl, or so I've heard. I guess I'm going to try and work on it for the rest of the night. This is where I stop, since nothing really happened today. Alright then. Latesss~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Salvati0n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-4832771527885286241?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4832771527885286241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=4832771527885286241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/4832771527885286241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/4832771527885286241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-can-promise-you.html' title='So I Can Promise You..'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-5477027667030803962</id><published>2009-04-07T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:27:11.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Find Myself..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Help me find myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like, How I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I Need you so we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can Live happily too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I Just Want You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I Just Want you by AJ Rafael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday, April 7th, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Zayum dude. I needa start waking up earlier, and stop sleeping so late. I called Christine last night around 2 AM and left her a voice mail. Haha. I need to be more creative with what I say. I want to make her say "awwe", but I'm running out of ideas. Haha. Technically, that's how my day started. So I fell asleep, and woke up at 12 PM. Dang.  I would've slept longer, but Jayvon kept bursting in going like "Wake up, Uncle Ej !" So I woke up, went out to the living room, and my dad's like "Let's go". Where did we go? We went to go eat brunch. Haha. Well, it was brunch for me. I took a shower, did my hair, put on the striped sweater, and we left. We drove to Union City to eat at this filipino restaurant called "Nayong Filipino". I love their sisig. And that's exactly what I had. haha. I was so hungry, it was soo good. Yummm.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Seafood City and did some grocery shopping for bible study at our house tonight. That was quick. Then we went home. Jayvon fell asleep on the way as we ate Hello Panda cookies. Even more yumm ~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home, and I went onto the computer. I was feeling it today, so I went into the bathroom and did a cover of Gabe Bondoc's Cover of AJ Rafael's song 'I Just Want You'. It makes me want to dance. I think I did dance a bit in the video. Hahaha. Dont' judge me. You can find it on my youtube page, or right here ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqPdlAoIcPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqPdlAoIcPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. That's basically it. I started talking online to my friend Heidi and her friend Kiete. Fun chatroom. Hahah. Sooo so random. These guys. Heidi's from New York. I love the fact that I have friends in other states. There's Heidi in New York, Amy in Georgia, Symantha in Texas, Anh in Washington, Alexandria in the Philippines, Michelle and Nancy in SoCal, and of course Christine&lt;3.&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Salvati0n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoutouts to Eduardo Vintayen and Eljay Cabalar. Love you. No homo. OK, maybe a little homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-5477027667030803962?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5477027667030803962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=5477027667030803962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/5477027667030803962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/5477027667030803962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/help-me-find-myself.html' title='Help Me Find Myself..'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-5735308598087993398</id><published>2009-04-06T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:27:41.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;heart of me is strong today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No regrets,&lt;/span&gt; I'm blessed to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old me&lt;/span&gt; dead and gone away"&lt;br /&gt;-T.I. ft. Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SdqrVOhy6YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VwmG8BwXcdc/s1600-h/Loser.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SdqrVOhy6YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VwmG8BwXcdc/s200/Loser.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321754290857109890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday, April 6th 2009.&lt;br /&gt;My first day of official spring break ! Much needed rest is on my schedule for this week. So my weekend went alright. After school, my parents, Jayvon, and I went out to eat at a buffet restaurant called 'Hokkaido' in San Mateo. When we finished, we went to the Old Navy nearby and got some new clothes for me, Jayvon, and my mom.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SdqwynBijeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JdGAAKFzuZo/s1600-h/hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SdqwynBijeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JdGAAKFzuZo/s200/hi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321760293207051746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these clothes. Hahaha. They're red. I got a plaid, long sleeve button up and a red striped hoodie. After that, on the San Mateo Bridge, I asked if I could go to the bible study with the Tri-City Youth, since I was already an hour late for our church's youth biblestudy. It's alright though. As long as I get fed that word of God. Fernan was there. Wasn't expecting to see him. While there, I found out that camp this year, which is in Santa Cruz, wont be as expensive, since it's really near, probably an hour away. This year, it'll only be about $160. Hurray ! Well, after, Fernan, Kuya Alvic, Ate Marishka, and I headed to my house and just chilled. We watched the Warriors win against the Hornets. Yeee~ And then we played with the PS3 that Fernan had in his car. Freakin' addicting, maan. We started off playing DC Universe vs. Mortal Kombat. It's pretty cool, but the only weak part about it is that the characteres are very, very limited. Apparently, the storyline is weak too. Then we got on that Call of Duty: World at War. Fun, FUN game. Haha. We played Nazi  Zombies until 2 in the morning. Then Fernan slept over, since he couldn't go all the way home, an hour drive, at 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started playing more Nazi Zombies in the morning on Saturday. Hahah. Then ate some breakfast. Around the afternoon, Fernan had to go to the library so that he could finish a paper, and print it out. I got dropped off at kuya Alvic's house, and Fernan met us there after. Then we drove to kinko's  to see if he could finish his paper there, but it's $15 an hour. WTEFF? He had to finish it Sunday. After Kinko's, we went back to my house, and we just typed up his Intro and conclusion. We went to Jacob's house, to pick him up, but Kuya Joon wanted us to go down and say wsup to everyone. Kuya JohnJohn was there, Haha. Apparently he just got back from LA. After we got Jacob, we went to McDonalds. BOY was I hungry. ahah. I got a 5 piece chicken select meal, but that wasn't good enough. I didn't eat anymore after though. Well, we went back to my house. Then even MORE Nazi Zombies with Jacob, while Kuya Alvic and Fernan went to Kuya Mike's to pick up Pacquiao t-shirts. Rockdeadstock.com. Should hit that site up though. Jacob and Fernan spent the night again, while Kuya Alvic went bye bye. Then it was church. I was actually early enough for Sunday School ! Sweet. On the way there, I recorded videos of us singing to the songs on Jacob's Ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah. At church, there was a guest pastor who was doing missionary work in the Philippines. He provided the message that morning. Then after, the choir performed 'The Breaking of the Bread' from our Cantata, since it was the first sunday of the month, where we do communion. During fellowship, where we eat lunch with everyone else, me, jacob, kevin, and jeric went to El Caballo and Kevin got a baby burrito. Haha. I was taking pictures. Jeric and Jacob are such MOW-DUHLZ. Then went home, and slept/talked to Christine for the rest of the night. I slept hecka late though. About 2 am again. Oh wells. Haha. That was basically my weekend. Then today, Monday, was really, really boring. I slept in until about 12. Thank God for spring break. Haha. And here I am. That's it for now. I feel like I over wrote. Haha. Lates.&lt;br /&gt;FEATUREDSHOUTOUTS ! These People make me smile, no matter what. Love You guys.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/Sdq50Rb8sxI/AAAAAAAAAII/Mcff7tggvqw/s1600-h/smile.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/Sdq50Rb8sxI/AAAAAAAAAII/Mcff7tggvqw/s400/smile.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321770217376625426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Salvati0n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-5735308598087993398?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/5735308598087993398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=5735308598087993398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/5735308598087993398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/5735308598087993398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='Finally...!'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SdqrVOhy6YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VwmG8BwXcdc/s72-c/Loser.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-3977905517577569649</id><published>2009-04-05T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:00:34.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updatesss.</title><content type='html'>SO. Yeah. I thought I was going to be on wordpress for good. I guess I thought wrong. I'm back here on blogspot. So I could stay updated with our church's youth blog. Yeah. YEAH. Yeah? yeah. Im just filling in the blanks. Whatever. I'll blog later when I feel like it. Ahaha. Oh. I'M ON SPRINGBREAKYEEEE~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-3977905517577569649?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/3977905517577569649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=3977905517577569649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/3977905517577569649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/3977905517577569649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/updatesss.html' title='Updatesss.'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-8722888707900626209</id><published>2009-04-05T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:58:41.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward Turtles ! :O</title><content type='html'>(Repost from 2 months ago, from my wordpress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAY GIIIRL HAAAY ! ahaha. Awkward ! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee~~ So, I haven't blogged for awhile, or, for more of you accurate readers, for exactly a week. 7 days, yo. Well, it's final/midterms week here at my school, San Leandro High, and I'm off to a BAD start. Haha. It's all good though. We got out at 12:35 today, which means we had 2 hours each for our first two periods. I got off to a bad start. I was for sure I knew everything I needed to know for my Advanced Algebra and Trigonometry midterm. Yet, I didn't. OH NOEZ. Yeah. I failed the test. It was a 40 point test, and I'm pretty sure I got about 23 points. &gt;.&lt; There were two wordproblems, and 2 short problems that I missed. The wordproblems each cost about 6 points, and the short problems were 2 and 3 points. And I missed them. I currently have a B in that class, hopefully, this finals test grade doesn't bring me down to a C or lower. D: I prayed before the start of the test, for God to guide me and give me wisdom throughout the day. I guess he's trying to teach me a lesson or something? I wasn't too good on this test. I guess I have to get serious in my highschool life, because I really don't feel like having summer school. I really, REALLY want to go to camp this year. Hopefully, if it's God's will, I wont have a whole grade below C this quarter. I put my Trust in His hands. Well then, next test was Biology. I wasn't too sure about this subject, but I did my best. Hopefully, I'll get a good grade here to make up for the math final. Here's my schedule. Wednesday, is 3rd and 4th period, PE, and History. PE is mile/push ups/ sit ups. I got this.  History is just an essay. I hxlllaaaaaaa got this. ahah. Thursday is 5th and 6th, Photography and English. We're doing nothing in 5th period, and English just comes natually to me. So the rest of the week is pretty much easy, since I have no school Friday. WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, today after school was pretty alright, I Guess. Hahah. Went to go eat at that chinese place near the 7/11 with Eljay, Eduardo, Josh, Ian, Angelica, Royce, and Jeremy. Then Jeremy and Royce left for the bus. Then the rest of us walked to Josh's house. Me and Ed Kept chillin' in the back, while either Josh or Eljay walks and talks with Angelica. Hahah. Cracked me up bro. We put hearts made from our fingers around them. Once we got to Josh's, I went to the bathroom to wash my face. Unfortunately, in the process, my shirt got wet, so I had to take it off. HAHA. Angelica was in the house, how embarassing. Luckily, I had my beater on. Haha. I was still kinda half nude though. &gt;.&gt; Good thing the shirt dried up as we watched Eljay and Josh play 2k9. After Josh beat Eljay, Angelica needed to go home, &amp;so I left too to walk her home. Such awkward moments. Hahah. We kinda started talking, but it was just awkward. There was this awkward silence alot of the time, I didn't know what to say. It was hard. Hahah. I guesss it was because, well...she was the girl I had a crush on for like 3-4 years. &gt;.&gt; Uh, yeah. Haha. I don't know, it just gets awkward for me. Oh well. She got home, and so I left for the Bart station. Oh geeze. Half way there, I realized, I forgot to ask for a dime from someone so I could catch the bus home ! I was screwed. I thought of asking someone while I was there. No luck. People are cruel these days. I asked like, what, 5-8 people if they had a dime I could have so I could get home in Oakland.I mean really, a measly dime. Everyone I asked was like "No I don't, sorry". Sure they were sorry. Whatever. They didn't even spend time looking to see if they could help this poor boy get home. Geeze, it's like whatever though. I had to walk home all the way from Josh's house. Which is like 3 miles. Oh well. I Got home around 3:30 or 4 after leaving at like 2:30, but that included dropping Angelica off. Well, I guess that's about it for today. It was more of a "What happened" instead of an intellectual post. Dueces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Salvati0n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-8722888707900626209?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/8722888707900626209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=8722888707900626209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/8722888707900626209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/8722888707900626209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2009/04/awkward-turtles-o.html' title='Awkward Turtles ! :O'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-4335862510280470268</id><published>2008-09-26T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:37:18.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are My Everything..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I just want you close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coz you make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just cannot get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you off my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with each kiss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you blow me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and without you I think I'd go crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for your lov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I would do anythin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coz to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes, Christine, You are my Everything. This song reminds me of our conversation last night, which is why I decided to use these lyrics. Also because Randolph Permejo and Cathy Nguyen are the shizz. Also also because I miss her. Haha. Yes, I Truly can't live without her for a day. I truly can't see myself with anyone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; her. God brought us together for a reason. It's up to us to see this through to the end. And I promise, we'll see it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;end. This is a promise I intend to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I Just want you Close, Cuz you Make me Smile, I just CANNOT get you off my Mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;On another note, I'm sorry I haven't posted a new post in awhile. I guess that double post from last time was enough to keep me down for about a week. Haha. I lost my internet connection on Tuesday, so I didn't get around to having internet again until yesterday. I haven't really been thinking about what to write, so I guess I'm ad-libbing it as I go on. Let's tell you about my week, yes? I dont remember m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;uch though. AHA. I guess noth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ing exciting happened this week. Monday through Friday, was the same old, same old. Went to school, stayed after school for classboard, etc. It's cool though. Me, Eljay, E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;duardo, Josh, and Jason made a taxi-cab for spirit week ! Yeah......! Yeah....xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;etty awesome. Eljay drew it, we painted it. It looks like the real thing except for some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SN3IJfFhtuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oGikXzdiGyM/s1600-h/09-25-08_1734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SN3IJfFhtuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oGikXzdiGyM/s200/09-25-08_1734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250572805872924386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mistakes. But it's all good, all that hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; work will pay off. Honestly, we spent alot of time being childish and playing around. Hahaha. I Love You Eljay, Ed, Josh, and Jason. All Homo.....Err, I mean No Homo. &gt;3&gt; Hahahaha. But yeah, There &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; some homo-ish things going on. Deng it Josh...You and your pick up lines. Some times I think I'm a little too Childish..Ahaha. As a wise master once said ( Shout out to ELJAY )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Growing Old is Mandatory&lt;br /&gt;Growing up is optional."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But yeah, to the left is half of our taxi cab. Awesome, no? Eljay, Ed, and Josh didn't come to classboard today, but it's all good. We still got some things done. Kindof. Haha. Me, Jason Huang(diff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;erent), and Jeremy got rid of some of the unneccessary marks inside with some white paint. That didn't last long. Monday's classboard afterschool meeting, we'll probably have to cut it all out and glue it onto cardboard. I'm not complaining or anything, but I'm just saying it's going to be a long, tiring day. NO WORRIES ! I have Christine to talk to about it after,  Let her know my stresses, my problems, EVERYTHING. XD Haha, but I need to ask her about it, I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; want to put my burden on her shoulders. I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; want her to feel sorry for me. I just need to talk about it. Nothing else. Got it? XD. No. But do tell me about your day, I don't want to be the only one talking. Let's share t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;he pain. Haha. Although, I'd rather have the burden on me then her. Just because I'm a good boyfriend like that. Haha. One night, we were both doing some homework when I called. I finish first, but she's still doing her homework. She thinks she'll have to stay up until Midnight, 1 AM being the latest. I tell her that I will stay up with her, but apparently, her phone's battery is "almost dead". Haha, I don't believe her about that, but Okay. I told her to get her charger too ! But nooo, She had to be the lazy girl she is, and leave it in her room while she's in the living room. XP Such a lazy chick. Haha, but it's okay. So she tells me her phone's about to die around 11:30 - 12. We say our goodbye's, our I Love You's, and I go to sleep. Then the next day comes, and we talk on AIM. I asked her why won't she let me stay up with her, and get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She tells me I should c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;are about myself First.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;PSH. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I did that? When it comes to our health and stuff, it's her I car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SN3M_m2ItOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uOdxRoduj90/s1600-h/09-22-08_1751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SN3M_m2ItOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uOdxRoduj90/s200/09-22-08_1751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250578133715301602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e about first, forget about me. But I feel like I'm getting off topic now. BACK TO CLASSBOARD ISSUES. After all the work is done, we just chill for about an hour or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We watch Brandon and them break, or joke aroun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;d. OH. OHEMGEE. JUNA DID A BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;FREEZE. Hahahahaha. She told me not to take a p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;icture, BUT OH WELL. XD SORRY JUNA ! ---------------------&gt; And Brandon's buff, sexiness is like everywhere.Haha. He's a G when it comes to the 6 step. Haha. I think. He's always asking if it looked cool or something. Need to let go of that fear and doubt bro. That's right. Yesterday, we had a motivational speaker, Keith Hawkins, come to our school to talk to us about Respect. Although, I feel like he talked nothing about Respect, but talked about more important matters, like self-esteem, problems, and things. He said that humans only have 2 things inside of them: Doubt and Fear. You don't do things because you fear something might happen. You doubt yourself. I actually don't quite get the concept of this. I don't get what he means by it. One day though, it'll come to me like BOOM. I got it. Haha. He was quite enter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SN3TGhgDGQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YZalU81g72s/s1600-h/09-22-08_1735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SN3TGhgDGQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YZalU81g72s/s200/09-22-08_1735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250584849609332994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;taining. He connected with us, he understood us. Cool guy, Cool Guy. Oh man, this post is unorganized, I keep going from one subject to another and back to the first, but whatev. Lately, I'v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e caught myself singing without me acutally realizing it. Like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'd find myself singing these songs stuck in my head : The Talking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Phase - Mihchael Carreon, My Everything - Randolph Permejo ft. Cathy Nguyen, So Quiet - AJ Rafael. I need to start singing more worship songs though. Haha. I feel like I've been neglecting my Christian faith, and that's like, really bad. In Him, anything is possible. I should start singing more worship songs, yeah. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sing Unto God, sing PRAISES to his name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Psalm 68:4 KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;^^^^^^^^^^ Dude, you don't even know. Them asian kids are getting pretty good at Breaking. Hahaha. DARN YOU BRANDON, ARTHUR, JACK, DANIEL, AND EVERYONE ELSE I FORGOT. So random, but yeah. OH OH. Last thing, I GOT AN A+ ON MY ENGLISH QUIZ. Fcucking beasting. Hahaha. But yeah, I guess that's all for now. Only because Christine is on now, and I want to talk to her. d( " )b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SN3UKeNpJQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/k6u1erGTwgI/s1600-h/09-26-08_2153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SN3UKeNpJQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/k6u1erGTwgI/s200/09-26-08_2153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250586016957932802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;br /&gt;-Salvati0n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-4335862510280470268?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/4335862510280470268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=4335862510280470268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/4335862510280470268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/4335862510280470268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-want-you-close-coz-you-make-me.html' title='You are My Everything..'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SN3IJfFhtuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oGikXzdiGyM/s72-c/09-25-08_1734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-7288989521897536169</id><published>2008-09-21T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:26:57.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But This Feeling Inside...</title><content type='html'>I know I must Confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish we were back in the Talking Phase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we were so in Love and we could talk for days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause now this Relationship is not the Same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't get me wrong I'm a Lucky Guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I just cant hide what I feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the Talking Phase we Didn't even have to Try"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Guess I can Write two Blogs in the same day, Right? I Don't know. I Feel Like My Thoughts, My Emotions, My True feelings, they reveal themselves at this time, when it's Late at night. Honey, if you're reading this, I'm sorry for what's written later on. &lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Don't get me wrong, I'm a lucky guy, But I just can't hide what I feel inside."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; I Don't know. I think I've been feeling despondent lately(hehe, you've got me saying it too.). Life's going the way I want it. Everything's just perfect. It seems a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;perfect though.&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I've been Having these weird thoughts lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like, Is any of this for real...or not?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I Love Kingdom Hearts. Random. Back to the subject at hand. I've been thinking about the future. What if I wont be able to make this last? What if she falls for someone else?  What if this....What if That...I've talked to Christine about this. I told her my thoughts, my feelings, the best we both could come up with was "Don't Think About It". I try time and time again to not think about it. These thoughts just haunt me. I Love Her so Much. I truly, Honestly can't see myself with anyone other than her. Sometimes I Feel like this might not last. It is, after all, my first relationship. First relationships usually never last. Just last night, she was telling me about how her parents were fighting. This makes me think what if we end up like that? I don't want that to happen. I wish I knew what to do. I tell Christine most of my thoughts, whatever is left over goes on here. Ugh, I just don't know anymore..Maybe it's because I want to be with her, but physically, I know I can't do that. I Know God blessed me with this relationship for a reason, and I know I have to trust him. Trust him with everything, let him guide me. Guide my relationship. I'm truly blessed to have her. I thank the Lord each and everyday for her. Lord, please give me the strength to carry on. After all, this is all part of your plan&lt;blockquote&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.....Love never Fails..And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;                            -1 Corinthians 13:4-8a;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1SlLJXvbNAo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1SlLJXvbNAo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--Salvati0n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-7288989521897536169?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/7288989521897536169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=7288989521897536169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/7288989521897536169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/7288989521897536169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2008/09/people-like-you-and-mecontd.html' title='But This Feeling Inside...'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-2538256789997224393</id><published>2008-09-15T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:17:40.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I wait for You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When the music fades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All is stripped away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I simply come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Longing just to bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something that's of worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That will bless Your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm coming back to the heart of worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's all about You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all about You, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry Lord for the things I've made it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When it's all about You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all about You, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Monday, September 15, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've missed church for 2 weeks now, which really sucks, because I really want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to go&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not because of the people&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; not because I have to , but because of the message.  I really feel like my parents are avoiding FBC Oakland now, because of some tensions going on between my mom and the auntie's. I admit, I used to go to church just because&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who was there, or because I was forced to. Over time, I've come to realize that we go there for the Lord. To fellowship together, to worship our loving, Heavenly Father. But it didn't take only going to church. I haven't really realized how important this is to me until 2 years ago. 2 years ago, I was at that age where I could be allowed to go to Summer Camp. Summer camp is a Christian camp for youth which has been going on for 30 years. Or moreover, this year was it's 30th Anniversary, also my 3rd year. Anyways, my first year, back in 2006, helped me realize what kind of Christian I am. Pastor Danny (Yes, I still remember him, DJ, his son, being my best friend at camp [x) was giving his message. Since it was my first year, I wasn't used to waking up early, and then listening to hour and a half long sermons.  So during his messages, I would nod off for a couple of minutes, only to wake up telling myself I have to listen. Well, I finally heard the part, which I took to heart. He was talking about 3 seats. The 3rd seat, being last, was like one of those "go to church, then leave" Christians. Nothing was really soaking in. The 2nd seat, was a mixture of the 1st and 3rd. They go to chuch, they understand the message, they just don't regurgitate it out. They don't let others know about Christ. This is where I fall. A 2nd seater. Finally, there's the 1st seat. The 1st seat is where you're the best christian you  can be. You listen to the messages, you read your bible, you spread his word, you grow as a christian, etc. The 1st seat is where I want to be. For the past 2 years, I tried to reach this 1st seat. I tried to grow as a Christian. I came to realize after last years camp, was that when Camp came, the fire was as big as it can get. I get on a spiritual high. But as soon as I re-enter the real world, as soon as my feet touch the urban city soil, my fire begins to slowly die. Problems rise and such. I start to get influenced by my non-christian friends again. Things start to be normal again. Then this year's camp came. There were so many new faces, it was just inspiring.  All these new people willing to learn about God, willing to serve Him, etc.  Then there was the speaker. Pastor Reuel. Pastor of FBC Vallejo. Boy, did he just connect with me in so many ways. I had so much questions before camp came, and to my surprise, he answered EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM in his messages.  To top it all off, a very close kuya of mine, Kuya Aaron, led the worship team. It was just WOW. We sang Hillsong United songs, and the meanings of each song just got to me. It was then I knew, I had to keep my fire lit this time. I had to grow as a Christian. Pastor Reuel gave us a challenge. If we read our bible 15 minutes a day, we'll be able to finish it in a year. I accepted this challenge, hoping I could grow.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This year is just full of blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this problem issue. I'm having this rollercoaster life right now. My life has it's Up's, but with every up comes a down. The parents are having their occassional fight. I can't stand it. Just to hear their screaming, to hear my mother crying. It's just unbearable. I want to stay in my room, I want to get away from it. I try to blast my music volume as loud as I can to drown it all out. I Just want to get away from it all..Where will I Go, is the problem. And How will I even get there. I would Love to be able to go to Christine at times like these. I have these thoughts about running away, to just be with her. I've also had these similar thoughts with Shawn. To Just Run away somewhere in the wilderness - just me, my bible, and God. All the time, I've chickened out.  So these are just problems at home. Then there's school. School is so stressing. Only the 3rd week, and already there is a whole bunch of homework and tests. I couldn't handle the stress, so I was forced to drop AP World History, Honors English, and French II. I Was left with Honors Advanced Alg. and Trig, Honors Biology, Team Sports, History CP, Digital Photography&amp;amp;Computers, and English CP.  This really sucks. I tried to make up for it by being in Classboard and attempt to be on the badminton team as Hoa's doubles partner. All of this just adds on to more of the stress. Then there's the friends. I Don't know who my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; are friends anymore.Sure, I've been with most of them for quite awhile now. But does that really mean anything? Alot of them really act like assholes. Then, they suddenly turn that off, and turn on the nice guy? Like  WTF. I feel like I can never really be serious with them. There really is only a few people I can trust in this world. I know my bruhbruh's got my back. Got that mad love for BBC. I know Christine is one of the most trustworthy people I know.  Not even the cousins I can trust anymore. They all act like they have me figured out. We're all so different. They don't know me at all. I don't even know me. Weird right? I just don't know anymore. At least my life has it's up side. I have the most wonderfullest girlfriend. She's so good to me, I don't even think I deserve her. She tells me I do, I really don't think so.  I really have to disagree. I'm so blessed to have someone like her.&lt;/span&gt; What am I saying? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep thinking about the problems. I Shouldn't even be thinking this way. Again, we're all just living for Jesus. That's the whole reason why I put the lyrics of Heart Of Worship up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm coming back to the heart of worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And it's all about You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's all about You, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That's exactly right. It's all about you Jesus. I Should stop worrying about me, me, me and just start Praising&amp;amp;thanking the Lord for all the good AND bad things.&lt;/span&gt; What got me though, was AJ Rafael's new cover video of this song. It just inspired me even more to keep my fire blazing strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-JNjoCZgbgM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-JNjoCZgbgM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, that's all for now. I have to finish some Bio Homework. I just decided to vent out my thoughts onto this here blog. Until Next Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Salvati0n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Please, please, PLEASE, Pray for Hurricane Ike Victims. These hurricanes are disastrous, and it's affecting the lives of many. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286980369016515458-2538256789997224393?l=salvati0n.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/feeds/2538256789997224393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286980369016515458&amp;postID=2538256789997224393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/2538256789997224393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286980369016515458/posts/default/2538256789997224393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salvati0n.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-i-wait-for-you.html' title='So I wait for You...'/><author><name>Salvati0n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966223328620818760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SjfeEJgdZKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xWGc_G3kYvc/S220/F8TH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286980369016515458.post-8558267715255531318</id><published>2008-09-11T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:18:21.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/Sdlm8ws2w_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/HAebTNKAQaI/s1600-h/IMG_2093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/Sdlm8ws2w_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/HAebTNKAQaI/s200/IMG_2093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321397628766176242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For those of you who don't know yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm Elijah Lingad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Preferably EJ, Please. I am 14 years old, turning 15 this October. What's HARD to believe, is that my current relationship&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;status&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Yeah. it is w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hat it is. I a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SMnAlf4fMPI/AAAAAAAAABI/8D6yVV9dyJk/s1600-h/l_8536a8d7b8af84e42d970b58e7b40458.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SMnAlf4fMPI/AAAAAAAAABI/8D6yVV9dyJk/s200/l_8536a8d7b8af84e42d970b58e7b40458.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244934991495770354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;m taken by the wonderful Christine Padua. It's hard to believe that someone like her, fell for someone like me. I Love He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;r Soo Much. So Very much, Even I don't know how much is "Very Much". All I know is that my love for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;her is deep, and that I never knew someone out there could have a heart like hers that could ever match mines so perfectly. I consider her my perfect match, my soul mate, and my bestfriend. She's got everything. You name it, she'll most likely have it. What I've alr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;eady found out is that she is Christian, Filipino, only 2 months younger than I am, and Loves God as much as I do. And Did I mention she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;? Of Course you see that from that picture. We have so much in common, it's amazing. We're both Christian, we're both Filipino, we're both Fourteen turning 15, we both love music, we both have bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SMnClLSw80I/AAAAAAAAABQ/qjxi7MT6bEs/s1600-h/l_b9c5c2ab9cb4b65cffac8ef4a2ef8f34.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SMnClLSw80I/AAAAAAAAABQ/qjxi7MT6bEs/s200/l_b9c5c2ab9cb4b65cffac8ef4a2ef8f34.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244937184992097090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;n smiling alot lately, we both like anime/manga, we both sing(Although she denies her great voice), etc. It's just too long to list. So, she's my first girlfriend ever, I want to keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it that way. I Want her to be my first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; my last. But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; I feel wrong to think that way, all I'm saying is "I Want this, I want That". I've got to stop saying "I want", and start letting God take control. If we're meant to be together, then it's God's will for us to be together. We live far apart, which makes it kind of hard to make this relationship last forever. I've also learned that living far apart will only make this relationship stronger. I believe that theory. What I've also learned from two of my very good friends, TJ and Johann, is that we'll be together &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in God's Time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Exactly. In GOD'S Time. Which means He'll know when it's the right time for us to be together. Still, I have this urge to be with her for forever. FOREVER. I never want to break up with her. I'm Truely, Madly, Dee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ply in love with her. She's the lace to my kicks, she's the patrick to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SMnIMtqEsTI/AAAAAAAAABg/3dpQTjt8cq4/s1600-h/l_38e58033167f1a975d9fd2d85a2673b9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk5om6HOV-0/SMnIMtqEsTI/AAAAAAAAABg/3dpQTjt8cq4/s200/l_38e58033167f1a975d9fd2d85a2673b9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244943361789702450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;spongebob, and she's the ink in my pen. I Honestly can't imagine myself with anyone else. On this subject of "Honesty", Honestly, I imagin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e me and her being together for a long while. I imagine Christine and I, together. It doesn't matter where, as long as we're together. While we're together, I imagine us having fun, and just having that great time couples usually have together. The most common image for me is bringing her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; on that perfect date of hers. It starts out with us having lunch, it doesn't matter where, just as long as we're eating and talking with eachother. After that, I plan on taking her to see a movie, even tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ugh it's the middle of the day. It'll be what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ever movie she wants to watch, it wouldn't matter to me anyways. We're together, and I'm paying. c[: Even if she insists on halfing with me, I'll still pay the whole thing. Anyways, we'd be sitting in the movie theater, watching the movie. When I feel the time is right, I'd put my arm around her, and knowing her, she'd lean her head onto my shoulder. And if she'd allow me to, I'd use my finger, tilt her chin up, gaze into her gorgeous eyes for awhile, go in about 90%, and see if she'll complete the other 10%. So then, after the movies, it'd probably be getting darker. I'd bring her to the beach and just walk and talk. Then find this perfect place to watch the sunset. Sounds perfect, doesn't it? I Just hope I could actually pull at least half of what was said. Oh, I Forgot to tell you some important details. We met on Monday, June 23rd, 2008. We talked that night, and I instantly knew I liked her. I've never met someone like her before. Someone who seemed soo perfect. We continued to talk and talk, that it seemed like we were talking for hours at a time. 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