<?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-6768188203497113937</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:21:04.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way It Is...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The life I see</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595128349139313294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768188203497113937.post-3638365938545819598</id><published>2012-01-07T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T14:09:13.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The change!!</title><content type='html'>When I thought I lost it all&lt;br /&gt;I walked in there feeling low&lt;br /&gt;When they sang I felt the difference&lt;br /&gt;When they spoke I heard them say &lt;br /&gt;That there is always a change &lt;br /&gt;In everything there's always&lt;br /&gt;A happy ending &lt;br /&gt;But in everything we need to survive &lt;br /&gt;In the mean time , There is &lt;br /&gt;HOPE , FAITH and HAPPINESS.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt my lesson and I live&lt;br /&gt;The right way from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-3638365938545819598?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3638365938545819598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2012/01/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/3638365938545819598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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school fences..&lt;br /&gt;So did you...&lt;br /&gt;Once you stepped out&lt;br /&gt;It blurred,&lt;br /&gt;And you were suffocated with responsiblites &lt;br /&gt;Stumbling down the stairs of life...&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to figure out &lt;br /&gt;What life is all about,&lt;br /&gt;You're figthing here to strive&lt;br /&gt;Just to see a ray of hope&lt;br /&gt;Which is not too far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-3702078685383632497?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3702078685383632497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2012/01/part-of-growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sometimes is perfect&lt;br /&gt;But turns out to be cruel &lt;br /&gt;Without a sign&lt;br /&gt;Though its bad &lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to give up!! &lt;br /&gt;I am a Fighter for life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-2351836359886234412?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2351836359886234412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/2351836359886234412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/2351836359886234412'/><link rel='alternate' 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&lt;br /&gt;I know I can find my cushions back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-1090800681270755395?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1090800681270755395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2011/11/cushions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/1090800681270755395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/1090800681270755395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2011/11/cushions.html' title='Cushions'/><author><name>The life I see</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595128349139313294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768188203497113937.post-2973085500414318095</id><published>2011-11-21T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:10:54.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU</title><content type='html'>You brought in light &lt;br /&gt;When all I saw was darkness&lt;br /&gt;You brought in smile&lt;br /&gt;When all I did was frown&lt;br /&gt;You brought in trust &lt;br /&gt;When all I knew was betrayal&lt;br /&gt;You brought in love &lt;br /&gt;When I thought there was none&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith &lt;br /&gt;When I thought it was worthless&lt;br /&gt;You gave me hope &lt;br /&gt;When I thought it was over&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;You showed me the end &lt;br /&gt;When I thought it was a new beginning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-2973085500414318095?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2973085500414318095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2011/11/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/2973085500414318095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/2973085500414318095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2011/11/you.html' title='YOU'/><author><name>The life I 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my angel in disguise&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I had a friend&lt;br /&gt;But you let me down&lt;br /&gt;Your complex drew us apart&lt;br /&gt;You went out there aganist me&lt;br /&gt;Blaming all your faults on me&lt;br /&gt;Making me look worthless of love&lt;br /&gt;But I  wonder why&lt;br /&gt;I still keep loving you..&lt;br /&gt;Like I always did!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-5822383872241497094?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5822383872241497094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-will-always-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/5822383872241497094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/5822383872241497094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-will-always-stay.html' title='You Will Always Stay!!'/><author><name>The life I see</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595128349139313294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768188203497113937.post-3826059634334974487</id><published>2011-10-13T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T19:25:37.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Triangle</title><content type='html'>We were friends even before her,&lt;br /&gt;I know you better than she does.. &lt;br /&gt;We grew up together &lt;br /&gt;If you have forgotten that &lt;br /&gt;Just recall it now..&lt;br /&gt;I was your best friend..&lt;br /&gt;We had the love, care and intimacy..&lt;br /&gt;I thought you knew my silence..&lt;br /&gt;But guess I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;When the girl who I stood by always&lt;br /&gt;Even when she was wrong took you away from me&lt;br /&gt;And she called herself my best friend..&lt;br /&gt;Blamed it all  on me.. &lt;br /&gt;Made the world believe that &lt;br /&gt;I was wrong and ruined it all for her..&lt;br /&gt;But both of you all &lt;br /&gt;Never turned back to see &lt;br /&gt;How hurt I was..&lt;br /&gt;I even let you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;When she threw you away and treated you bad&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all my love trusting you not to hurt me &lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;I was just a fool to have let you in&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I never realised people never change...&lt;br /&gt;Hey  listen boy and tell your girl that&lt;br /&gt;You have made me stronger forever&lt;br /&gt;And tougher than before&lt;br /&gt;That I can face anything in life..&lt;br /&gt;And I dont regert knowing you both &lt;br /&gt;Or losing you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-3826059634334974487?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3826059634334974487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-triangle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/3826059634334974487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/3826059634334974487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-triangle.html' title='Love Triangle'/><author><name>The life I see</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595128349139313294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768188203497113937.post-5023062496901511795</id><published>2011-10-13T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T19:32:40.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plague To Spread</title><content type='html'>Those lonely moments &lt;br /&gt;Lying on the grass bed..&lt;br /&gt;Watching the stars twinkle high above&lt;br /&gt;Makes me realise what I have in life...&lt;br /&gt;The memories I've had&lt;br /&gt;The moments passed by&lt;br /&gt;From birth till now &lt;br /&gt;Have mostly been the happy ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Happiness filled in my world&lt;br /&gt;The plague I ll spread&lt;br /&gt;Through me, my smile and song..&lt;br /&gt;How lucky are we..To have this feel as humans.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people I ve known&lt;br /&gt;Living with them till now&lt;br /&gt;Shows me what they mean by being by me&lt;br /&gt;Making the worst of me to the best in me&lt;br /&gt;The Joy we have shared &lt;br /&gt;The Pain we let go&lt;br /&gt;All this while, Has given&lt;br /&gt;Me happiness all the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-5023062496901511795?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768188203497113937.post-1262057188986133070</id><published>2010-10-03T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T17:44:09.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For You!</title><content type='html'>Sitting by myself &lt;br /&gt;Freezing down to death&lt;br /&gt;Though its a bright sunny day&lt;br /&gt;I m frozen waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just don't want to &lt;br /&gt;Walk away from our memories.&lt;br /&gt;Not without you beside me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna walk any further&lt;br /&gt;Though I know its going to take forever&lt;br /&gt;Am here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;At the place you left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-1262057188986133070?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768188203497113937.post-3157927759598555220</id><published>2010-09-22T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T07:31:01.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Yours!!</title><content type='html'>Life is a long run&lt;br /&gt;And you need love &lt;br /&gt;To get through&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong &lt;br /&gt;And evrey breath is a gasp of air&lt;br /&gt;Keep figthing cause you still can see a ray of hope&lt;br /&gt;Keep beleving cause faith in God rules it all... &lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling, Never feel weak,&lt;br /&gt;Confidence gives the strength&lt;br /&gt;To Fight back when you fall..&lt;br /&gt;Get up though it takes long &lt;br /&gt;To Strike harder&lt;br /&gt;And To win it &lt;br /&gt;Cause there is silver lining every black cloud! !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-3157927759598555220?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3157927759598555220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/3157927759598555220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/3157927759598555220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-yours.html' title='It&apos;s Yours!!'/><author><name>The life I see</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595128349139313294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768188203497113937.post-3277698892017814697</id><published>2010-08-20T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:22:56.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am A Fighter</title><content type='html'>You drained my tears out,&lt;br /&gt;You took my emotions away,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it feels to &lt;br /&gt;Be in love,&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for this,&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;You made me a fighter in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am a fighter now&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't fly the fighter planes,&lt;br /&gt;Never been to a battle field,&lt;br /&gt;Am here now killing our memories&lt;br /&gt;The worst enemy for now...&lt;br /&gt;Am fighting to feel...&lt;br /&gt;Am fighting to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;Am fighting for peace...&lt;br /&gt;Am a fighter for life.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to strike..&lt;br /&gt;You made me a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am a lot more stronger,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is gone harder,&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to live life the hard way,&lt;br /&gt;Though it hurts..&lt;br /&gt;Inside,&lt;br /&gt;You made me a fighter in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am a fighter now&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't fly the fighter planes,&lt;br /&gt;Never been to a battle field,&lt;br /&gt;Am here now killing our memories&lt;br /&gt;The worst enemy for now...&lt;br /&gt;Am fighting to feel...&lt;br /&gt;Am fighting to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;Am fighting for peace...&lt;br /&gt;Am a fighter for life..&lt;br /&gt;I just want to strike..&lt;br /&gt;You made me a fighter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-3277698892017814697?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768188203497113937.post-6034329053810652517</id><published>2010-08-14T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:05:23.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>India - The land of Pride!!</title><content type='html'>A day to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Is here now..&lt;br /&gt;The gift of freedom &lt;br /&gt;We received from our ancestors &lt;br /&gt;This land Of&lt;br /&gt;Pride,Culture,Respect And Freedom..&lt;br /&gt;We belong to&lt;br /&gt;The land filled with &lt;br /&gt;Greatness,Inspiration And Love&lt;br /&gt;Young minds working their ways&lt;br /&gt;To Create history Again..&lt;br /&gt;Out here in flying colours&lt;br /&gt;Being dynamic and versatile &lt;br /&gt;In every way..&lt;br /&gt;Here we are back with a bang!! &lt;br /&gt;As Proud Indians...!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy independence To all..&lt;div 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see</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595128349139313294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768188203497113937.post-3525415839709658764</id><published>2010-08-13T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T20:32:44.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Night...</title><content type='html'>Sitting alone in a dark room&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows in through the window&lt;br /&gt;Bringing in the clear light from the moon&lt;br /&gt;On to my desk &lt;br /&gt;The rains drops I hear &lt;br /&gt;So rhythmatic they sound &lt;br /&gt;How beautiful it feels to admire these&lt;br /&gt;It feels nice to know&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful night is now a part of my life&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel happy &lt;br /&gt;Even during the worst time in life,&lt;br /&gt;The tears dried on my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;As am immersed in the beauty of his creation..&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am smiling and feeling lighter..&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that life has always been beautifuI&lt;br /&gt;And learning to &lt;br /&gt;Live life the way it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-3525415839709658764?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3525415839709658764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/3525415839709658764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/3525415839709658764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-night.html' title='That Night...'/><author><name>The life I see</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595128349139313294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768188203497113937.post-5300903955601953735</id><published>2010-08-08T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:40:59.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>"Bunch of friends we grew up as..&lt;br /&gt;Balancing every situation in life,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming to be a star&lt;br /&gt;In our own ways,&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are Reaching the spot soon &lt;br /&gt;Which we all dreamt of.&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could go back&lt;br /&gt;Just to  have those summers, &lt;br /&gt;To plays and stay together.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly feels like the end of a vacation&lt;br /&gt;It's just that we grew up and parted away..&lt;br /&gt;The distance making it worst..&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that holds my tears now &lt;br /&gt;Is the memories we have...&lt;br /&gt;And the bond we share&lt;br /&gt;Who could be better friends than us..?&lt;br /&gt;Cousins are the meaning of life!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-5300903955601953735?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5300903955601953735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/08/cousins.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/5300903955601953735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/5300903955601953735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/08/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>The life I see</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595128349139313294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768188203497113937.post-3620215697216408336</id><published>2010-07-28T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:22:04.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you still..</title><content type='html'>" I try hard to get over you,&lt;br /&gt;The memories we share,&lt;br /&gt;The times we spent,&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams..&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have forgotten US..&lt;br /&gt;But then a little thing &lt;br /&gt;I see, I say or I hear..&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of you &lt;br /&gt;And it hurts too bad..&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could forget you&lt;br /&gt;Like we never happened..&lt;br /&gt;I"m striving hard to gain back &lt;br /&gt;My strength you drained off me..&lt;br /&gt;I wish we never happened...&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I miss you still.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-3620215697216408336?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3620215697216408336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/07/miss-you-still.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/3620215697216408336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/3620215697216408336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/07/miss-you-still.html' title='Miss you still..'/><author><name>The life I see</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595128349139313294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768188203497113937.post-6393784876605040254</id><published>2010-07-25T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T00:52:07.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories!</title><content type='html'>You walked into my life &lt;br /&gt;Making it ours&lt;br /&gt;You changed even the littlest things about me&lt;br /&gt;Tried making me the best.&lt;br /&gt;And then,&lt;br /&gt;You walked back out..&lt;br /&gt;Leaving memories,&lt;br /&gt;That are locked safe in my heart and mind &lt;br /&gt;Which I preserve and cherish.&lt;br /&gt;The smile that comes up when I think of those&lt;br /&gt;And the tiny drops of tears.. &lt;br /&gt;Will always keep you alive within me &lt;br /&gt;And I will always carry that picture of you in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;The memories of us belongs to me &lt;br /&gt;And I'll forever own you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-6393784876605040254?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6393784876605040254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/07/memories.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/6393784876605040254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/6393784876605040254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/07/memories.html' title='Memories!'/><author><name>The life I see</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595128349139313294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768188203497113937.post-5959327862719951880</id><published>2010-07-22T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:59:36.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY???</title><content type='html'>She was smart and witty, had big dreams and was working towards achieving them..A star she was.. but then, they had to move out from the place they lived in for years.. She being a teenager couldn't take it up..She knew it wolud be really hard to make new friends and will take time to adjust with the whole new scenerio,but she had no other option other than agreeing to leave..She felt terrible,screaming her feelings within herself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She started her high school again but didn't enjoy or study like she did at home..She finished her schooling and was in university She buried and gave up her dreams because she was forced to do it..She couldn't tolerate but was pressurized and no other option than to do it for her parents dignity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She had to manage with classes,work, and culture which was the worst of all.The way she studied at home was diffrent and she was accustomed to it..but now it was whole new thing she couldnt cope up. she was lost and lonely no one to guide her except for God. She fought back, tried making friends but the culture they belonged to was different that made the whole situation worse again! she was helpless and the pressure from the society they lived in added to it! She still is in a mess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Just has the questions on her mind but never found answers for them..She probably might never find the answers..&lt;br /&gt;Why force someone to do something they dont want to? Why cant people follow their dreams?? Why do they have to do this? WHY??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-5959327862719951880?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5959327862719951880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/07/why.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/5959327862719951880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/5959327862719951880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/07/why.html' title='WHY???'/><author><name>The life I see</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595128349139313294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768188203497113937.post-3326241885798133122</id><published>2010-07-18T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:55:19.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivors...</title><content type='html'>Life aint an easy game,&lt;br /&gt;Only the strongest survives,&lt;br /&gt;The weak lays behind..&lt;br /&gt;Heart breaks are compliments &lt;br /&gt;To the strong &lt;br /&gt;To show us we are worth more,&lt;br /&gt;It binds our strength together&lt;br /&gt;To fight back and show the World&lt;br /&gt;Who we really are!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768188203497113937-3326241885798133122?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3326241885798133122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-aint-easy-game-only-strongest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/3326241885798133122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/3326241885798133122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-aint-easy-game-only-strongest.html' title='Survivors...'/><author><name>The life I see</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595128349139313294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768188203497113937.post-1466839513980183782</id><published>2010-07-17T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:58:10.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COST</title><content type='html'>The cost of everything differs from place to place. Let me begin with "cost of living ". The best way I can describe this is by comparing the cost of living in India and Perth. To me, life in India was once expensive, but not anymore..when we first came to Perth, we would mentally calculate the cost of everything in Indian Rupees! I know it's funny , but my mum would even convert the cost of a carton of milk to Indian rupees!! Today, one AUD is 42 Indian Rupees! Wow! Isn't that great?? But, with a dollar here I can only buy a frozen coke. While in India , if I had 42 rupees, I could have eaten three good meals!! Five people can lead a contented life back in India with the  money we earn here! And similarly, there are places like Zambia where the cost of living is even lower.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;ost is not all about money! It is sometimes more about the price you pay for a quantity including time and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;I am not writing this article just because I had been asked to but because I have always found great pleasure in penning down my thoughts rather than saying them aloud! The time spent on anything that you are interested in doing is the cost that you pay for it. The more you pay, the more you get! I mean , the more the time spent on doing something , the more perfect you become in it! Similarly, the more time we spend with God, the happier and more contented we see our lives become. So watch how you invest your Time!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ove , &lt;/b&gt;I believe is the one thing without which none of us would be able to live! Without love the world would have remained dark. Without God's love there is nothing created. But even He had to pay with His life. But love doesn't keep a record of cost. Often we are willing to give up anything for someone or something! Here is life's undeniable truth - " THE COST PAID LOVE IS THE HIGHEST".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ENVIRONMENTAL COST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;GLOBAL WARMING, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;this is definitely not an unfamiliar term especially in the recent past. How did this begin? Where did it start? What is the price that is being paid? Did we ever care to think about this!!?? It all began because we are plain careless and unconcerned about our planet, our fellow human begins and every living thing around us. This is indeed selfish. What more will it take to have us realize the consequences of our actions or the indelible mark they leave on our future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Talk about designer wear, Mink Coats and other 'look-at-me-I'm important' goods. I wonder if animal rights and law enforcement officers have been successful with reducing the desire to own exotic animal skin products. I am aware that in several communities, similar to what I have observed in India, festivities often involve rubber and plastic products being burnt in a bonfire releasing toxins and contaminating the air around. What are we celebrating? Ironically, people wonder why so many suffer from breathing/respiratory problems!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I fear that we are leaving behind us  a steady trace of toxins in spite of warnings that the earth is falling through our hands. The toxins of stubborn greed, the lack of responsibility and failing to see the significance of individual action are the ones I fear the most . We seem to have surfaced after the recession. What have we won or achieved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;hat is left for us to enjoy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The cost of our luxury is being paid by millions of innocent lives of animals, people and plants! If we continue living selfishly, we will soon be left with nothing authentic and healthy...there will only be a sea of harsh reminders of a beautiful world that could have been saved we would be left with a remnant generation, which tells of the groaning world that once brought inspiration to music and art. Can we afford the loss of this power? Isn't this cost a little too expensive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Why let others decide your costs? Stand up and take charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have always passed the buck so far, take your chances now - make a change and do it for love.&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/6768188203497113937-1466839513980183782?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1466839513980183782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/07/cost.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/1466839513980183782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/1466839513980183782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/07/cost.html' title='COST'/><author><name>The life I see</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595128349139313294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768188203497113937.post-7761184761152741649</id><published>2010-07-17T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T15:03:29.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonderful One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;"His Majesty is the one I adore,&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful God above&lt;br /&gt;He fills me with his strength&lt;br /&gt;And wraps me in his love&lt;br /&gt;Protecting me with his shield&lt;br /&gt;He takes me as his child&lt;br /&gt;Guiding me through the way&lt;br /&gt;Sitting beside the father&lt;br /&gt;Pleading for my fault&lt;br /&gt;The faithful one of all&lt;br /&gt;He saves me from my fall&lt;br /&gt;The creator of all&lt;br /&gt;He is the unchanging and the awesome one of all."&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/6768188203497113937-7761184761152741649?l=jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7761184761152741649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/07/wonderful-one.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/7761184761152741649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768188203497113937/posts/default/7761184761152741649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemichrisjoe.blogspot.com/2010/07/wonderful-one.html' title='The Wonderful One'/><author><name>The life I see</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13595128349139313294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fa2JnWH80qw/TEFKDX6ph_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cVcchdv7wX4/S220/SDC11952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
