<?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-7639950</id><updated>2011-05-28T18:09:16.716+08:00</updated><category term='So you would come'/><title type='text'>rantings...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaktime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639950/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaktime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>forgiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823944538412175730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639950.post-1131831636723640746</id><published>2007-04-23T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:12:17.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So you would come'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before the world began&lt;br /&gt;You were on His mind&lt;br /&gt;And every tear you cry&lt;br /&gt;Is precious in His eyes&lt;br /&gt;Because of His great love&lt;br /&gt;He gave His only Son&lt;br /&gt;Everything was done&lt;br /&gt;So you would come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;Could make Him love you more&lt;br /&gt;And nothing that you've done&lt;br /&gt;Could make Him close the door&lt;br /&gt;Because of His great love&lt;br /&gt;He gave His only Son&lt;br /&gt;Everything was done&lt;br /&gt;So you would come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to the Father&lt;br /&gt;Though your gift is small&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearts, broken lives&lt;br /&gt;He will take them all&lt;br /&gt;The power of the Word&lt;br /&gt;The power of His blood&lt;br /&gt;Everything was done&lt;br /&gt;So you would come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639950-1131831636723640746?l=breaktime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaktime.blogspot.com/feeds/1131831636723640746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639950&amp;postID=1131831636723640746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639950/posts/default/1131831636723640746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639950/posts/default/1131831636723640746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaktime.blogspot.com/2007/04/before-world-began-you-were-on-his-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>forgiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823944538412175730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639950.post-117652069217392448</id><published>2007-04-14T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T11:18:12.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my class: cheer up okay.  Its not the end.  The process is more important.  The bonding, and the fun.  The scolding of a certain someone.  Hopefully i can do something for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haz: I know you feel terrible, especially since you put in the most effort.  Try to cheer up.  Whatever it is, you can count on me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newfound bitching partner: hope you feel better after our 'bitching' seesion. =) Glad to know you are feeling better about things already.  Remember to smile.  And my video with you inside please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my group: Thanks for all the joy and fun.  The process was fun.  Knowing you guys, working and all.  I still have the photos. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639950-117652069217392448?l=breaktime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaktime.blogspot.com/feeds/117652069217392448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639950&amp;postID=117652069217392448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639950/posts/default/117652069217392448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639950/posts/default/117652069217392448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaktime.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-class-cheer-up-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>forgiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823944538412175730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639950.post-117621849469626048</id><published>2007-04-10T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:23:50.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am happy today!  &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mama made my day today! Thaks dearie! &lt;/span&gt;I hope you'll do this everytime you see him walking in front. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Much love to you.  So close, but i was frozen. Heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639950-117621849469626048?l=breaktime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaktime.blogspot.com/feeds/117621849469626048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639950&amp;postID=117621849469626048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639950/posts/default/117621849469626048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639950/posts/default/117621849469626048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaktime.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-happy-today-mama-made-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>forgiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823944538412175730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639950.post-117611049282743622</id><published>2007-04-09T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:21:32.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like it that you treat me as your good friend and your listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that i am your friend only when you are in need.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind being there for you, cause its the least i could do.&lt;br /&gt;I mind being being treated like *hit when no troubles are in your way.&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact you keep asking me to be frank.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that when i do so, you are hurt and you weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be truthful to you, to tell you how i really feel.  Cause it feels as though you have placed 'God' in my hands, instead of placing yourself in God's hands.  I am not God, what i do does not stand for God.  I am God's creation, doesn't mean what i do stands for what he is doing or will do to you. God loves and not hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the way, the truth and the light.&lt;br /&gt;We live by faith and not by sight...for you.&lt;br /&gt;We are living all for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639950-117611049282743622?l=breaktime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaktime.blogspot.com/feeds/117611049282743622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639950&amp;postID=117611049282743622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639950/posts/default/117611049282743622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639950/posts/default/117611049282743622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaktime.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-like-it-that-you-treat-me-as-your.html' title=''/><author><name>forgiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823944538412175730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639950.post-117588382137926758</id><published>2007-04-07T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T02:27:16.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why do&lt;/span&gt; bad things happen to good people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That question is forever repeated because it is a timeless question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is usually at that point that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we cry out to God.&lt;/span&gt; We ask that He show Himself. We ask that He comfort us and we ask that He not abandon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we never make those requests when things are going well. Often, we regard our most fulfilling awareness and ?intimate? exchanges with God as a result of seeing great beauty and natural wonder. That of course, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;makes ?seeing? God a very easy proposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at those times we see the real beauty of those who we love and those who love us. It is at those times that we come to understand the kind of love that is real commitment and loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God no more abandons us in our pain anymore than we abandon our loved ones in their pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain, fear and suffering are all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a part of what it means to be a part of God?s creation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our times of pain, suffering and loss, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God is not abandoning us&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, He is closer to us than ever, because pain and loss are the other side of the Creation coin.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; In the same way God oversaw Creation, He oversees loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We cannot claim to know God until we have experienced real fear, pain, loss and suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not need to cry out to God when we are in pain or when we are suffering. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God is already there&lt;/span&gt;, wanting us to grow into our fullest potential as Creation intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not always meant to understand&lt;/span&gt; the Godly ?why?s ? of all pain, suffering, tragedies and even great loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we are meant only to cry, to hurt and suffer despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes, those are the lessons that we must learn- and how to make the most of life for ourselves and to be an example to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sigmundcarlandalfred.wordpress.com/2007/03/13/of-burning-bushes-places-and-time/"&gt;http://sigmundcarlandalfred.wordpress.com/2007/03/13/of-burning-bushes-places-and-time/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Never thought of things this way, but it is really through.  I know God will see me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639950-117588382137926758?l=breaktime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaktime.blogspot.com/feeds/117588382137926758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639950&amp;postID=117588382137926758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639950/posts/default/117588382137926758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639950/posts/default/117588382137926758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaktime.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-do-bad-things-happen-to-good.html' title=''/><author><name>forgiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823944538412175730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639950.post-117570205151768955</id><published>2007-04-04T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T02:27:57.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes when you wish for something to be in your life, it wouldn't. When you want to forget about that something, it'll keep popping out from nowwhere. I thought I was not trying hard enough; to erase and forget. I realised you kept appearing, making it so tough to forget. Please go away from my life, since you never intended to be mine. Disappear please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her day was wrong and bad,&lt;br /&gt;When she needed a hug and a little pat,&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;came right into her life&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Acting like a knight with a big shiny knife.&lt;br /&gt;He shielded her, fought and protected,&lt;br /&gt;Told her softly that nothing else mattered.&lt;br /&gt;'So long as we are together, you and me,&lt;br /&gt;The moon and stars by night will always be.'&lt;br /&gt;A nice begining, a beautiful promise, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a broken end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Guess &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she was never meant to hold his hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639950-117570205151768955?l=breaktime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaktime.blogspot.com/feeds/117570205151768955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639950&amp;postID=117570205151768955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639950/posts/default/117570205151768955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639950/posts/default/117570205151768955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaktime.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes-when-you-wish-for-something.html' title=''/><author><name>forgiven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823944538412175730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
