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				<title>What's my definition of perfect?
Loud noises at night, yet still manage to sleep deeply.</title>
				<link>https://friendster.click/activity/p/59868/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2023 22:35:55 +0800</pubDate>

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Loud noises at night, yet still manage to sleep deeply. </p>
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				<title>I'm in this point that I could not even utter "sorry" for the evil that I've done. not because I am proud but because I just can't. How I wish I can release myself from these unseen shackles that are holding myself back.</title>
				<link>https://friendster.click/activity/p/55038/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2023 08:11:52 +0800</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="activity-inner"><p>I&#8217;m in this point that I could not even utter &#8220;sorry&#8221; for the evil that I&#8217;ve done. not because I am proud but because I just can&#8217;t. How I wish I can release myself from these unseen shackles that are holding myself back.</p>
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				<title>A half of an hour before the Sunday service starts, and here I am in my bed, remain undecided if going to attend or not. "Maybe, I will just attend virtually." Then, suddenly, I remembered my promise to Julius that I will be with him on the second service. And, that promise had pulled me, rushing my breakfast while I am getting my jogging pants and an oversized shirt. Hurriedly, I took a bath for four minutes, brushed my teeth in a snap, and got myself prepared at 9:49, 11 minutes before the service. LOL. It is funny to see myself as a sinful person who'll attend the mass late. HAHAHAHAHAHA. 

When I got inside the church, the service is not yet started. I was happily greeted by M. Tyrone, sharing his meet-up story with his lover. Then, I greeted Julius, proudly bumping his fist as I attended as I promised. The service starts. Opening prayer turns like a blitzkrieg of God's fire, flowing in my heart. It feels like I am going to scream the joy in my heart at any minute. Then, praise and worship started. Nothing is impossible makes me lift and clap my hands higher and louder. Then, the presence of God seems to poke my consciousness. Even the drum is still rolling enthusiastically, I was crying. How great our God is! Then, Give me Faith x Do it again worship make me honor God with all of my heart, spirit, mind, and soul. Relentlessly, I ask God for a new faith that is enough for me to believe His love and promises. Cause I realized that the reason why people seem to be bothered and burdened is that they cannot fight for their faith. So many of God's promises, but our faith is weak, that's why peace and blessings are losing their way toward us.

In the offering part, I found my heart completely cheerful, giving the best I can for God. I know that God is not for my gold and treasure, but He is after my heart and faith. "What is the level of my faith and happiness when I gave my offering?" The answer to this question will tell us how much we made God proud and happy. When we had our life group, we share our current stories. Most of us tell that they are okay but still have the missing piece in their hearts that they cannot find. They have emptiness, brokenness, longingness, burdens, pressure, mental issues, behavioral issues. 

Jester says, "When everything comes to ruin, we just need to have a leap of faith." 
Joram says, "I continue to have my faith in God because I see no results. I believe that no results are preparation of God's abundant blessings for me."
Alexis says, "It is not always okay to not be okay." That makes me realize that it is okay if we feel guilt and loneliness but never let them stay in our hearts forever. When you think that being not okay is okay, it means you are not really okay. Let's feel the emptiness but soon find joy and peace.
Russelle says, "I go fill my schedule and make interactions with my friends for the rest of the day because I feel burdened inside our home." We prayed that he will soon stare at that feeling and rebuke it away from his life. I pray that the time will come that he does not need to escape but to fight over that thought.
Lorenz cried. It breaks us all as he was emotionally affected by his family's past stories that made him cry and refuse to share. It is sad. But, we pray that time will come, everything in his family will be alright. I love this day. I love the raindrops falling in my body as I walk home. And, now, I am sneezing. Yet, I still feel I am fully favored. I praise you, Lord! I love You, Lord! I am so- *sneezes*</title>
				<link>https://friendster.click/activity/p/1306/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2023 18:03:54 +0800</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="activity-inner"><p>A half of an hour before the Sunday service starts, and here I am in my bed, remain undecided if going to attend or not. &#8220;Maybe, I will just attend virtually.&#8221; Then, suddenly, I remembered my promise to Julius that I will be with him on the second service. And, that promise had pulled me, rushing my breakfast while I am getting my jogging pants&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-1306"><a target="_blank" href="https://friendster.click/activity/p/1306/" rel="nofollow ugc">Read More</a></span></p>
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				<title>Today's Lola's Death Anniversary. Staring at her gravestone, I can truthfully say that I wasn't sad. It is a feeling that flashes back sweet memories I have with Lola. Suddenly, I felt her warm embrace, her welcoming face, and her caring words. All of those heart-melting moments keep on echoing. Yes, I am sure it was not always laughing times and happy stories. I also remember her ear-cracking voice and pointless murmurings. Yes, bad memories also echo. But, still, it was part of a story of sweet and loving Lola. I will treasure all these flashbacks when you smile with your one tooth out.

La, I smiled back. Know that I love you forever.</title>
				<link>https://friendster.click/activity/p/1840/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2022 13:52:05 +0800</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="activity-inner"><p>Today&#8217;s Lola&#8217;s Death Anniversary. Staring at her gravestone, I can truthfully say that I wasn&#8217;t sad. It is a feeling that flashes back sweet memories I have with Lola. Suddenly, I felt her warm embrace, her welcoming face, and her caring words. All of those heart-melting moments keep on echoing. Yes, I am sure it was not always laughing times and&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-1840"><a target="_blank" href="https://friendster.click/activity/p/1840/" rel="nofollow ugc">Read More</a></span></p>
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				<title>I was once a clean sheet of white paper. No tints of past stories. No marks of insecurities. No colors nor paints. What I remember before, I do not overthink small things. I accept the harsh words of the world. I embrace the bad role of the dark souls that surround me. It was not a bother for me to be stared at. Those days, when I was only affected by having my mom required me to sleep in the afternoon before going outside to play. I was not bothered by the rain or skin-piercing hot weather. Wounds on my knees cannot stop me from playing with friends. It is funny to think that I kept on stumbling and hurting yet I also stood up and did not worry about my mom putting calamansi directly into my wounds. Hah! All of those days are hunting me. I wish I can have that kind of attitude and optimistic view again and for me to play the game of life. I wish I can win the challenges of the world without the pressure of being stumbled, but with an enjoying heart. I hope. I pray. I badly wish it.</title>
				<link>https://friendster.click/activity/p/1819/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2022 13:50:37 +0800</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="activity-inner"><p>I was once a clean sheet of white paper. No tints of past stories. No marks of insecurities. No colors nor paints. What I remember before, I do not overthink small things. I accept the harsh words of the world. I embrace the bad role of the dark souls that surround me. It was not a bother for me to be stared at. Those days, when I was only&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-1819"><a target="_blank" href="https://friendster.click/activity/p/1819/" rel="nofollow ugc">Read More</a></span></p>
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				<title>Carlost joined the group Anime Community</title>
				<link>https://friendster.click/activity/p/1818/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2022 12:24:16 +0800</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Carlost and bramzero are now friends</title>
				<link>https://friendster.click/activity/p/1311/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2022 13:28:26 +0800</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Carlost and Annenggggg are now friends</title>
				<link>https://friendster.click/activity/p/1314/</link>
				<pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2022 10:51:23 +0800</pubDate>

				
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				<title>I was never happy doing it, but why do I still do it?
It was never fun, never did it help me to have a better day.
It just feels like it is a great loss not to do it. 

Sometimes it consumes my 3 hours,
Sometimes more than I've expected.

I was consumed by the thrill it offers to my body.
Even I am not still committing it, the latter exhaust my mind and spirit, 
Decreasing my productivity and confidence.

It is a poison, but a delicious one.
A poison that does not swiftly kill its devourer.
It makes a man savor every part of it.
It will kill its target slowly, day-by-day.
It immunes a man's desire closer to holiness and true peace.
It blinds a man's vision and mature perspectives.

Maybe, it feels like nothing is wrong now.
But, I know. sooner or later, I will serve this poison as my normal drink,
Thinking it is fine and makes me a stronger individual,
But the reality remains- it weakens me,
It immunes me,
It blinds me until I lose the truth, and utter this,
"Darkness is a friend; Light is an enemy
The sensation is a better feeling over the embrace of the Almighty."</title>
				<link>https://friendster.click/activity/p/1310/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2022 15:11:20 +0800</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="activity-inner"><p>I was never happy doing it, but why do I still do it?<br />
It was never fun, never did it help me to have a better day.<br />
It just feels like it is a great loss not to do it. </p>
<p>Sometimes it consumes my 3 hours,<br />
Sometimes more than I&#8217;ve expected.</p>
<p>I was consumed by the thrill it offers to my body.<br />
Even I am not still committing it, the latter&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-1310"><a target="_blank" href="https://friendster.click/activity/p/1310/" rel="nofollow ugc">Read More</a></span></p>
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				<title>Dear You,
I need you to learn to be okay by yourself. Stop thinking that you always need to be with someone else just to feel loved. Love you some you. Love yourself enough to wake up everybody that it is just okay to wake up even it is just you, yourself, and you. Figure out your likes. Figure out your dislikes. But never ever again feel like you need somebody else to validate you. You don't need someone's stand of approval. Now, promise yourself, when you are okay with your own skim, and you love yourself enough to say 'I don't need anyone else to validate me.' That's when the universe, that's when God will allow the right person to walk in your life.' But today, it's all about you, figuring out your strengths, figuring out your dislikes, figuring out your likes, figuring out your dislikes. And, finding a way to stop hating yourself.</title>
				<link>https://friendster.click/activity/p/1309/</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2022 22:06:06 +0800</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="activity-inner"><p>Dear You,<br />
I need you to learn to be okay by yourself. Stop thinking that you always need to be with someone else just to feel loved. Love you some you. Love yourself enough to wake up everybody that it is just okay to wake up even it is just you, yourself, and you. Figure out your likes. Figure out your dislikes. But never ever again feel like&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-1309"><a target="_blank" href="https://friendster.click/activity/p/1309/" rel="nofollow ugc">Read More</a></span></p>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2022 12:19:26 +0800</pubDate>

				
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				<link>https://friendster.click/activity/p/1300/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2022 12:18:05 +0800</pubDate>

				
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				<pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2022 12:15:59 +0800</pubDate>

				
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				<link>https://friendster.click/activity/p/1296/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2022 12:12:44 +0800</pubDate>

				
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				<title>Carlost&#039;s updated profile picture</title>
				<link>https://friendster.click/activity/p/1295/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2022 12:10:12 +0800</pubDate>

				
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