<?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:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435</id><updated>2010-09-08T06:32:31.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:+: kaNashii's :+:</title><subtitle type='html'>for everything that crossed my road ..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-5635271623431377195</id><published>2010-09-07T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T06:06:56.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Pencil Parable</title><summary type='text'>In the beginning, the Pencil Maker spoke to the pencil saying,"there are five things you need to know before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and you will become the best pencil you can be."First,You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in someone's hand.Second,You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but this is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/5635271623431377195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/09/pencil-parable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/5635271623431377195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/5635271623431377195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/09/pencil-parable.html' title='Pencil Parable'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-1325152138406339845</id><published>2010-07-29T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:39:53.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Our Security</title><summary type='text'>Home security is more important thing for all the people. It is a common need to have ourself, our family members and also our home keep safe. It is very important to protect our home and family. Every day, all the people must go to their office or school, or somewhere else else. For that we should leaves our home and family members there.With the street opened, more people and vehicles can pass </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/1325152138406339845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/07/for-our-security.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/1325152138406339845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/1325152138406339845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/07/for-our-security.html' title='For Our Security'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JNUeW_GMKU/TFE2p0l9TZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/C7FojqsKFH8/s72-c/yhst-81126207287951_2113_94575285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-3020009784119635131</id><published>2010-08-15T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:39:08.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>cocoon</title><summary type='text'>A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/3020009784119635131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/08/cocoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/3020009784119635131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/3020009784119635131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/08/cocoon.html' title='cocoon'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-6104390659215858474</id><published>2010-08-18T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:38:13.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>just a little story ..</title><summary type='text'>one day, a boyfriend gave a challenge to his girlfriend.to live without him, and there will be no communication between them for 1 day.he said to his girl, that if she could pass this challenge, he will love her till the end of time.the girl .. gladly, she accepted that challenge.she didn't call him, send message to him all day.without knowing that the person she loved very much only has 24 hours</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/6104390659215858474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/08/just-little-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/6104390659215858474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/6104390659215858474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/08/just-little-story.html' title='just a little story ..'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff239/yamidv/th_love-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-3636255139882916345</id><published>2010-09-04T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T06:47:23.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Beloved Prince</title><summary type='text'>When the time had come, Mary and Eugene had gone through wonderful 34 years of marriage. Mary had lot of love calls for Eugene, but the one that she likes most was ’Prince Eugene’. However, on 24th October 1995, when it was only 3 months more they would celebrate their 35th wedding anniversary, unexpectedly Eugene died. Mary’s heart broke.Seasons changed and time passed. It was Valentine’s Day. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/3636255139882916345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/09/beloved-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/3636255139882916345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/3636255139882916345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/09/beloved-prince.html' title='Beloved Prince'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-5312528445151225137</id><published>2010-09-05T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T01:13:54.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellent Bathroom</title><summary type='text'>I wish that I could have my own bathtub at home, because I love to have some kinds of refreshing bath sessions with my favorite aromatherapy on the tub after a long day at work. But that would only possible to be done if I have some kinds of excellent bathroom. I don’t have a tub in my bathroom now, so I can’t get a nice bath at all.My best friend knew about my problem, and she kindly gave me a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/5312528445151225137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/09/excellent-bathroom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/5312528445151225137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/5312528445151225137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/09/excellent-bathroom.html' title='Excellent Bathroom'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-5036063410594024679</id><published>2010-08-10T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:33:09.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>♥</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/5036063410594024679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/5036063410594024679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/5036063410594024679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8JNUeW_GMKU/TGEAVD9-m6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/tX3WXriXNr0/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-2955321810004077489</id><published>2010-07-18T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:31:18.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>irreplaceable</title><summary type='text'>lonely here ..never thought in my mindthat finally, there are no you by my side ..although seasons changing,and try to take you from my memoriesthey would not be able to change me,it's only you in my deepest heart ..it's only you ..who made me fallen and loveyou're not just simply precious,you're irreplaceable ..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/2955321810004077489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/07/irreplaceable.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/2955321810004077489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/2955321810004077489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/07/irreplaceable.html' title='irreplaceable'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-3931143452576666879</id><published>2010-07-12T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T08:07:56.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words i like'/><title type='text'>Noel's Words</title><summary type='text'>"... I know, life was something very valuable.At least if still alive, we still could try to fix anything that we deem wrong.We can still feel ... everything, even if that pain and despair ...If we're dead, "Noel smiled faintly,"... our time to try is over. "these words is taken from one of my favorite stories, a fantasy story about people lived at the world of Ragnarok. Noel is one of the main </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/3931143452576666879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/07/noels-words.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/3931143452576666879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/3931143452576666879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/07/noels-words.html' title='Noel&apos;s Words'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-829841584278429721</id><published>2010-07-08T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T05:31:14.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>forget it</title><summary type='text'>Forget the times that he walked by..Forget the times he made you cry..Forget the times he spoke your name..Remember now, you're not the same.Forget the time he held your hand..Forget the sweet things if you can..Forget the times, and don't pretend..Remember now, he's just your friend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/829841584278429721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/07/forget-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/829841584278429721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/829841584278429721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/07/forget-it.html' title='forget it'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-3670255844226585514</id><published>2010-07-06T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T07:56:59.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>would you?</title><summary type='text'>If I hugged you,would you never let go?If I kissed you,would you cherish that moment?If I reached for your hand,would you take mine gently?If I needed a shoulder,would you let me cry on yours?If I needed to talk,would you really listen?If I needed to scream,would you do it with me?If I needed to go,would you come with me?If I fell for you,would you catch me?or just let me hit the pavement? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/3670255844226585514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2009/05/would-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/3670255844226585514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/3670255844226585514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2009/05/would-you.html' title='would you?'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-414085328225516203</id><published>2010-06-28T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:52:38.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>with our own feet</title><summary type='text'>it would be very nice ..if we could livewithout making mistakesbut, it's .. impossiblefails, slipped ..lost, make mistakes .even then, little by little,step by step,we must move forwardwith our own feetthough covered with wounds .. someday, we'll arrive to a place, certainly.... we'll reach a personwhile continuing to pray like thatcome on .. start our first step!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/414085328225516203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/06/with-our-own-feet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/414085328225516203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/414085328225516203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/06/with-our-own-feet.html' title='with our own feet'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-5107697528182343103</id><published>2010-06-24T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:58:58.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words i like'/><title type='text'>He knows</title><summary type='text'>when not even a single person understand your feelings, your condition, and your heart .. There is one person who understands.when not even a single person to understand the meaning of your tears, the look on your face and how tired you stepped, there is one person who knows it all.at the time everyone felt far and there's no one for you when you fall ..There is one person who is always present </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/5107697528182343103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/06/he-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/5107697528182343103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/5107697528182343103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/06/he-knows.html' title='He knows'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-2875822692059470303</id><published>2010-06-21T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:36:28.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>I've Learned</title><summary type='text'>I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.I've learned that no matter how much I care some people just don't care back.I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/2875822692059470303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/06/ive-learned.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/2875822692059470303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/2875822692059470303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/06/ive-learned.html' title='I&apos;ve Learned'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-1104725799256622370</id><published>2010-06-20T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T03:10:56.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>his big shoes</title><summary type='text'>It was an unseasonably hot day. Everybody it seemed, was looking for some kind of relief, so an ice cream store was a natural place to stop.A little girl, clutching her money tightly, entered the store. Before she could say a word, the store clerk sharply told her to get outside and read the sign on the door, and stay out until she put on some shoes. She left slowly, and a big man followed her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/1104725799256622370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/06/his-big-shoes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/1104725799256622370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/1104725799256622370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/06/his-big-shoes.html' title='his big shoes'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-2442587613587131109</id><published>2010-06-18T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T03:06:08.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>call me ♥</title><summary type='text'>If one day you feel sad ...call me, I can't promise to make you laugh,but at least you can share your griefwith me ...If one day you want to go far ..Do not ever hesitate to call me.. I do not promise I will stop you, but at least I can go with you ..If one day you can not tell your problems to someone else ...call me too, and I'll promise to silence, like a wall ..But ...If one day you call me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/2442587613587131109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/06/call-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/2442587613587131109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/2442587613587131109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/06/call-me.html' title='call me ♥'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JNUeW_GMKU/TBtEpq-4gEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/SkDptLnyL-I/s72-c/Rose-749114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-7199272499223099279</id><published>2010-06-16T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T07:39:14.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lirikkkk XD'/><title type='text'>Your Call - Secondhand Serenade</title><summary type='text'>first time I heard this song .. he was by my side .. and somehow, that words that has been sung by them seeped into the deepest part of my heart ..here is the lyrics ..Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry call I'm desperate for your voice Listening to the song we used to sing In the car, do you remember Butterfly, Early Summer It's playing on repeat, Just like when we would meetLike </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/7199272499223099279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/06/your-call-secondhand-serenade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/7199272499223099279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/7199272499223099279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/06/your-call-secondhand-serenade.html' title='Your Call - Secondhand Serenade'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8JNUeW_GMKU/TBjh0weotZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zhiCRfgOJiI/s72-c/51W-sDOUFKL._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-8490713158522729797</id><published>2010-06-15T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T09:42:50.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>an empty box</title><summary type='text'>The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/8490713158522729797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/06/empty-box.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/8490713158522729797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/8490713158522729797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/06/empty-box.html' title='an empty box'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JNUeW_GMKU/TBes5aeBT_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/U0yGNhCo_lw/s72-c/holding+hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-2998684551987172961</id><published>2010-05-10T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:21:39.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Never afraid to love</title><summary type='text'>Learn to love the people who are with you at present.Forget the people in the past and thank them for hurting you,which led you to love the people you have right now.When you love someone, you’ll do crazy things youcan’t explain, you’ll deny the truth and believe in lies.When you love someone, you sacrifice,give everythingyou’ve got and don’t think twice.You risk it all no matter what.Everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/2998684551987172961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/05/never-afraid-to-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/2998684551987172961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/2998684551987172961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/05/never-afraid-to-love.html' title='Never afraid to love'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JNUeW_GMKU/S-ez2DiHLqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yA4UECz-ZBY/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-4610915127890791506</id><published>2010-04-09T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:54:50.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words i like'/><title type='text'>a little message</title><summary type='text'>listen my family grumbling at home,it means i still have complete family ..feel so tired and weary every evening,because it means I able to work hard ..wash dishes after receive a guest at home,it means I surrounded by a lot of friends ..my clothes feels little bit tight,because it means that my food has enough nutrients..washing and ironing clothes,it means I still have clothes to wear ..clean </summary><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8JNUeW_GMKU/S7_2hOQk7sI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UwOj8kO6Jck/s72-c/feather-pen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-8868741026178853421</id><published>2010-04-04T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:07:01.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>my favorite game lately</title><summary type='text'>Well .. I must say that I'm a bit lazy to take care of the blog lately.. This is all because a new game that my friends introduced to me. The game I mentioned is Seal Online.Seal Online is an animated fantasy game with an interesting graphic style. Unlike other Asian games, players in Seal Online have the option to select their first class during character creation but can opt to start as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/8868741026178853421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/04/my-favorite-game-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/8868741026178853421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/8868741026178853421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/04/my-favorite-game-lately.html' title='my favorite game lately'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8JNUeW_GMKU/S7lTSM8cxGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HGGRMiMrquQ/s72-c/SealOnlineUSA_Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-2930824681585546314</id><published>2010-04-03T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:11:33.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Eagles &amp; Storm</title><summary type='text'>Did you know that an eagle knows when a storm is approaching long before it breaks?The eagle will fly to some high spot and wait for the winds to come. When the storm hits, it sets its wings so that the wind will pick it up and lift it above the storm. While the storm rages below, the eagle is soaring above it.The eagle does not escape the storm. It simply uses the storm to lift it higher. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/2930824681585546314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/04/eagles-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/2930824681585546314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/2930824681585546314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/04/eagles-storm.html' title='Eagles &amp; Storm'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-1320005061166033987</id><published>2010-03-24T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:33:31.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Reasons</title><summary type='text'>Once a lady when having a conversation with her lover, asked:Lady : Why do you like me..? Why do you love me?Man : I can t tell the reason.. but I really like you..Lady : You can t even tell me the reason... how can you say you like me? How can you say you love me?Man : I really don t know the reason, but I can prove that I loveU.Lady : Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/1320005061166033987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/03/reasons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/1320005061166033987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/1320005061166033987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/03/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-126396287673662448</id><published>2010-03-13T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:37:39.609-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>to my friends ..</title><summary type='text'>Being happy ..     Is sharing life with a friend,  Sharing the days that return not again;  Is flying high and free,  Glinding over the open sea..     Is dreaming on a lovely spring day,  Letting the hours just flow away;  Is hugging a puppy so small,  Not caring about anything else at all.     Is having fun with you each day,  Helping people in every possible way;  Is sharing, loving &amp; giving,  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/126396287673662448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/03/to-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/126396287673662448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/126396287673662448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/03/to-my-friends.html' title='to my friends ..'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1379962048800338435.post-489160158366855388</id><published>2010-02-11T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T05:44:19.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Truffles for Valentine's Day!</title><summary type='text'>Hey.. do you guys already have a plan for giving gifts for your beloved people? =) maybe a card, chocolate cake, flowers, or.. maybe truffles?? yea.. my beloved is a coffee-lover, so i decided to give him truffles with coffee sensation ^^here's the ingredients:7 oz (200 g) milk chocolate2 oz (60 ml) strong hot coffee, preferably espresso4 oz (110 g) dark semisweet chocolate (45-60% cocoa)and .. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/feeds/489160158366855388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/02/truffles-for-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/489160158366855388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1379962048800338435/posts/default/489160158366855388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.crossed-road.com/2010/02/truffles-for-valentines-day.html' title='Truffles for Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>uRieL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08072217006571033615</uri><email>winged_uriel@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14205524219500438040'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8JNUeW_GMKU/S3QHEhjmugI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dFNQwcVQHag/s72-c/440truffles2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>