<?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-12691935</id><updated>2011-11-23T20:34:07.716+11:00</updated><title type='text'>-Faithfull-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-1553876109833543947</id><published>2009-01-01T21:28:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:30:18.268+11:00</updated><title type='text'>-Great is the Lord-</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1E_kTQssB0I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1E_kTQssB0I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Great is the Lord-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;GREAT IS THE LORD AND MOST WORTHY&lt;br /&gt;OF PRAISE&lt;br /&gt;THE CITY OF OUR GOD,&lt;br /&gt;THE HOLY PLACE&lt;br /&gt;THE JOY OF THE WHOLE EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT IS THE LORD WITH WHOM&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE THE VICTORY&lt;br /&gt;HE AIDS US AGAINST THE ENEMY&lt;br /&gt;WE BOW DOWN ON OUR KNEES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LORD WE WANT TO&lt;br /&gt;LIFT YOUR NAME UP HIGH&lt;br /&gt;AND LORD WE WANT TO THANK YOU&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE WORK YOU'VE&lt;br /&gt;DONE IN OUR LIVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LORD WE TRUST&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR UNFAILING LOVE&lt;br /&gt;FOR YOU ALONE ARE GOD ETERNAL&lt;br /&gt;THROUGHOUT EARTH&lt;br /&gt;AND HEAVEN ABOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes the Lord is the great and faithful that has seen us through yet another year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as we head into this new year of 2009,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to share a little note of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, dear friends, we stand upon the verge of the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There lies before us the new year and we are going forth to possess it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can tell what we shall find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What new experiences, what changes shall come, what new needs shall arise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is the cheering, comforting, gladdening message from our Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The Lord thy God careth for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His eyes are upon it from the beginning of te year even unto the end of the year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If He be the Source of our mercies, they can never fail us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No heat, no drought can parch that river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The land is a land of hills and valleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not all smooth nor all downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life were all one dead level, the dull sameness would oppress us;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ant th hills and the valleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hills collect the rain for a hundred fruitful valleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the hill difficulty that drives us to the throne of grace and brings down the shower od blessing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hills, thr bleak hills of life that we wonder at and perhaps grumble at, bring down the showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot tell what loss and sorrow and trial are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Father comes near to take our hand and lead us on our way today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shall be a good, and blessed new year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mrs Charles Cowman-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-1553876109833543947?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/1553876109833543947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=1553876109833543947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/1553876109833543947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/1553876109833543947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-is-lord.html' title='-Great is the Lord-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-3530599194385335632</id><published>2008-06-22T00:33:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:33:17.981+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-unfailing love-</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_MyC6kJzPg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_MyC6kJzPg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I am Yours forever&lt;br /&gt;You are my strength&lt;br /&gt;God of grace and power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything You hold in Your hand&lt;br /&gt;Still You make time for me&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand&lt;br /&gt;Praise You God of Earth and sky&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful is Your unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;Unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You never change God You remain&lt;br /&gt;The Holy One&lt;br /&gt;My unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;Unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my rock&lt;br /&gt;The one I hold on to&lt;br /&gt;You are my song&lt;br /&gt;And I sing for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything You hold in Your hand&lt;br /&gt;Still You make time for me&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand&lt;br /&gt;Praise You God of Earth and sky&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful is Your unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;Unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You never change God You remain&lt;br /&gt;The Holy One&lt;br /&gt;My Unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;Unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything You hold in Your hand&lt;br /&gt;Still you make time for me&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand&lt;br /&gt;Praise You God of Earth and sky&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful is Your unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;Unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You never change God You remain&lt;br /&gt;The Holy One&lt;br /&gt;My Unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;Unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will praise You&lt;br /&gt;Praise you God of earth and sky&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful is your unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;Unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You never change God You remain&lt;br /&gt;The Holy One&lt;br /&gt;My Unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfailing love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Chris Tomlin-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank You Lord that you love me the same yesterday, today and forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lord, you created EVERYTHING &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yet you make time for me, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i cannot comprehend how precious i am to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but you love me unconditionally and your love is unfailing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You never change Lord...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my thoughts, my desires and hopes and dreams seems to change everyday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but yet your love remains.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh Lord, thank you for loving me.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm so filled and blessed and overwhelmed by your love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lord help me to share your love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;help me love others with your love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lord help me to trust in your unfailing love more and more each day &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and thank you that NOTHING can seperate me from Your love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As I sit in church and listen to the sermon on suffering and pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;many thoughts rush in and out of my mind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yup, the past year, months, weeks have been very trying...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but all i could think of was that God was faithful to see me through &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and that cos He loves me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it was that simple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His love is so beautiful....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-3530599194385335632?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/3530599194385335632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=3530599194385335632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qHXGkfOUxkg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qHXGkfOUxkg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For all You've done&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For all You're going to do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We give You thanks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And lift our praise to You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We give thanks, We give praise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For we know that all things work together &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For our good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We give thanks, We give praise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For by faith&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We know Your grace will see us through&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For all those things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That we don't understand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We come by faith&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And place them in Your hands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We give thanks, We give praise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For we know that all things work together &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For our good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We give thanks, We give praise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For by faith&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We know Your grace will see us through&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even if we stumble&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even if we fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You will not forsake us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are King and Lord of all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lord of all &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Don Moen-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today marks the first day of a new year....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its amazing how time actually just flies by so fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking back on the past year,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant say that it was a good year neither can i say that it was bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it has had its ups and its downs..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but standing here at the beginning of a new year and looking back at the old..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it just reassures me that by faith, God's grace will see us through anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it has been a trying year and still at the end God's plans and purposes still previles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is faithful to give us future and a hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As i look on ahead, i'm sure it wont be a smooth one,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I know who holds the future and i know who holds my hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You dear Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the year has gone, but it has also made us strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the path was long but we walked upon it with a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;there were tears and fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but also reason for cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;as we look ahead to 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i pray the Lord will go before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Blessed 2008!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-5769475231621412089?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/5769475231621412089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=5769475231621412089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/5769475231621412089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/5769475231621412089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-all-youve-done.html' title='- For All You&apos;ve Done-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-2992421095290765319</id><published>2007-12-24T00:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:47:34.687+11:00</updated><title type='text'>-we are the reason-</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0J5MLuv35CU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0J5MLuv35CU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;As little children&lt;br /&gt;We would dream of Christmas morn&lt;br /&gt;Of all the gifts and toys&lt;br /&gt;We knew we'd find&lt;br /&gt;But we never realized&lt;br /&gt;A baby born one blessed night&lt;br /&gt;Gave us the greatest gift of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the reason&lt;br /&gt;That He gave His life&lt;br /&gt;We were the reason&lt;br /&gt;That He suffered and died&lt;br /&gt;To a world that was lost&lt;br /&gt;He gave all He could give&lt;br /&gt;To show us the reason to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years went by&lt;br /&gt;We learned more about gifts&lt;br /&gt;The giving of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;And what that means&lt;br /&gt;On a dark and cloudy day&lt;br /&gt;A man hung crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;All because of love, all because of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found the reason for living&lt;br /&gt;It's in giving every part of my heart to Him&lt;br /&gt;In all that I do every word that I say&lt;br /&gt;I'll be giving my all just for Him, for Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my reason to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;by Avalon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Christmas is here once again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;as i sit back and look around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;the emptiness and lonliness start to sink in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;aren't i supposed to be at home in the warm embrace of my mum and dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;round the table with that wonderful christmas feast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;friends to laugh and sing with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;oh well in the past christmas presents were so important,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;staying up late on christmas eve just to make sure each and everyone of them had a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;then i came to realise that christmas wasnt about gifts or food,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;it was who you were with, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;the very warmth and love of family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;lying awake, away from home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i have none of the above...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i feel so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;BORED..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;is christmas ment to be like that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;then i started to ponder... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;what is christmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;have i really sat back and thought about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and as i sat, as i thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Christmas is more than presents and trees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;its even much more than being with the ones you love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;its about GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Its about GOd fulfilling His promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Its that simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;its not just a birthday we remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;its a moment that has changed our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yes we were the reason he came, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;the reason he suffered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;so is He the reason i live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Lord, this christmas I just want to live in the wonder of your faithfulness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and i just want to thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-2992421095290765319?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-6854658490814107276</id><published>2007-09-18T20:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:56:41.317+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-takes a little time-</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eza1IqyeqB0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eza1IqyeqB0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It takes a little time sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;To get your feet back on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It takes a little time sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;To get the titanic turned back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It takes a little time sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;But baby you're not going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It takes more than you've got right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Give it time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Whats this walking through my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I know Ive seen the look before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Sometimes in faces on the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Sometimes in the mirror looking back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;You cant fix this pain with money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;You cant rush a weary soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;You cant sweep it under the rug, now honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It don't take a lot to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It takes a little time sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;To get your feet back on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It takes a little time sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;To get the titanic turned back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It takes a little time sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;But baby you're not going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It takes more than you've got right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Give it time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Now it may not be over by morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;But rome wasnt built in a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;You can name this thing a thousand times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;But it wont make it go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Let me put my arms around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And hold you while you weep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Weve been talking and talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Im sick of this talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And its nothing that wont keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It takes a little time sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;To get your feet back on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It takes a little time sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;To get the titanic turned back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It takes a little time sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;But baby you're not going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It takes more than you've got right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Give it time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;No you cant fix this pain with money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;You cant rush a weary soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;You cant sweep it under the rug now honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It dont take a lot to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It takes a little time sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;To get your feet back on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It takes a little time sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;To get the titanic turned back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It takes a little time sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;But baby you're not going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It takes more than you've got right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Give it time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;by Amy Grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yes it does take a little time sometimes to get our feet back on the ground...&lt;br /&gt;it has been a very trying year for me...&lt;br /&gt;having graduated with degree, i thought the next step would be getting a job but getting the job was the hardest thing..&lt;br /&gt;application after application,&lt;br /&gt;rejection after rejection...&lt;br /&gt;i din even knew if people saw my resume cos i was never called in for an interview..&lt;br /&gt;it was definitely a very low time for me...&lt;br /&gt;and everyone around me would encourage me with words and prayers and i did get heaps and heaps of help with resumes and job applications...&lt;br /&gt;but i still had nothing and had to wait..&lt;br /&gt;well i was content with what i had..&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mind what i was doing... but deep down inside i knew i had to opt out sooner or later cos it was breaking my parents hearts&lt;br /&gt;though we often say we live for ourselves and we do what we wanna do in life for our happiness&lt;br /&gt;but i am where i am now and i have come this far by God's grace and my parents support&lt;br /&gt;so I owe God my life and i ought to at least give my parents advice some consideration&lt;br /&gt;so ya i did want another job... but it never came till....&lt;br /&gt;now...&lt;br /&gt;i'm so blessed to have been offered a good job.. its definitely a good mix of things that i would like to do.. and will be something different that i would like to try out...&lt;br /&gt;looking back though its been trying... its been a good wait and GOd has been faithful,&lt;br /&gt;all things do work out for the good of those who love the Lord&lt;br /&gt;and its in Gods timing..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we just have to wait...&lt;br /&gt;it is the hardest while we wait...&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day,trust that our GOd is faithful, and will make it worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it does take a little time sometimes to get our feet back on the ground, but be encouraged that the ground will always be there so sometime, someday, one day your feet will get back on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for u my fren, let me put my arms around u while u weep&lt;br /&gt;cos u were there when i needed to weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-6854658490814107276?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/6854658490814107276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=6854658490814107276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/6854658490814107276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/6854658490814107276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2007/09/takes-little-time.html' title='-takes a little time-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-1436485115353164939</id><published>2007-09-02T23:19:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:19:52.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-made to worship-</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4rpKbH8XK8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4rpKbH8XK8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-1436485115353164939?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/1436485115353164939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=1436485115353164939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/1436485115353164939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/1436485115353164939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2007/09/made-to-worship.html' title='-made to worship-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-8475641583710428255</id><published>2007-07-24T09:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:22:37.295+10:00</updated><title type='text'>- wait for me -</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ooAi3KJ5I-s"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ooAi3KJ5I-s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darling did you know that I&lt;br /&gt;I dream about you&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When we meet for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Darling did you know that I&lt;br /&gt;I pray about you&lt;br /&gt;Praying that you will hold on&lt;br /&gt;And keep your loving eyes only for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause,I am waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Praying for you darling&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me too&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me as I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause, I am waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Praying for you darling&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me too&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me as I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Darling wait&lt;br /&gt;Darling wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling did you know I dream about life together&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it will be forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be yours and you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;And darling when I say&lt;br /&gt;Till death do us part&lt;br /&gt;I'll mean it with all of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Now and always faithful to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, I am waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Praying for you darling&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me too&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me as I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause, I am waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Praying for you darling&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me too&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me as I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Darling wait&lt;br /&gt;Darling wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you may have made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But there's forgiveness and a second chance&lt;br /&gt;So wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Darling wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me&lt;br /&gt;wait for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause, I am waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Praying for you darling&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me too&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me as I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause, I am waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Praying for you darling&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me too&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me as I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Darling wait&lt;br /&gt;Darling wait&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Darling wait&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;So wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Darling wait&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Rebecca St James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna wait for you, so please wait for me, my darling....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-8475641583710428255?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/8475641583710428255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=8475641583710428255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/8475641583710428255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/8475641583710428255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2007/07/wait-for-me.html' title='- wait for me -'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-6731705582601580803</id><published>2007-07-11T11:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:29:03.499+10:00</updated><title type='text'>- You are GOd ALoNe -</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLIOSWYhQoE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLIOSWYhQoE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are not a god&lt;br /&gt;Created by human hands&lt;br /&gt;You are not a god&lt;br /&gt;Dependant on any mortal man&lt;br /&gt;You are not a god&lt;br /&gt;In need of anything we can give&lt;br /&gt;By Your plan, that’s just the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You are God alone&lt;br /&gt;From before time began&lt;br /&gt;You were on Your throne&lt;br /&gt;Your are God alone&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;In the good times and bad&lt;br /&gt;You are on Your throne&lt;br /&gt;You are God alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only God&lt;br /&gt;Whose power none can contend&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only God&lt;br /&gt;Whose name and praise will never end&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only God&lt;br /&gt;Who’s worthy of everything we can give&lt;br /&gt;You are God&lt;br /&gt;And that’s just the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Unchangeable&lt;br /&gt;Unshakable&lt;br /&gt;Unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;That’s what You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Phillip, Craig and Dean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE GOD AND THATS JUST THE WAY IT IS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-6731705582601580803?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/6731705582601580803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=6731705582601580803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/6731705582601580803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/6731705582601580803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-are-god-alone.html' title='- You are GOd ALoNe -'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-117413648406956416</id><published>2007-03-18T00:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:42:26.807+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-bixie-</title><content type='html'>well as last nite was eventful enough...&lt;br /&gt;coming home at 7 i definitely got an earful from the big miss loke...&lt;br /&gt;and feeling all twisted emotionally...&lt;br /&gt;all tired and drained...&lt;br /&gt;i just didnt feel like doing anything&lt;br /&gt;facing anyone...&lt;br /&gt;explaining myself...&lt;br /&gt;do i??&lt;br /&gt;i am a terrible example to everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;i'm a hyprocrite too&lt;br /&gt;i keep telling my young ones not to do these things... but yet "look whos talking man"&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn...&lt;br /&gt;life is quite messed up..&lt;br /&gt;i so just wanna settle down..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired of chasing... trying... moving no where..&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of feeling so much worse off than everyone else..&lt;br /&gt;its sux...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but comes along bixie... with the biggest surprise of all&lt;br /&gt;she bought me a present...&lt;br /&gt;and ipod..&lt;br /&gt;and all this was done when i was back home..&lt;br /&gt;she knew i liked it..&lt;br /&gt;she ordered it..&lt;br /&gt;and ta dah..&lt;br /&gt;when i heard that...&lt;br /&gt;i just was once again i was reassured...&lt;br /&gt;that no matter how hard the world hurts u...&lt;br /&gt;how bad and lousy u feel inside...&lt;br /&gt;a family's love&lt;br /&gt;a sister's kind thoughts and love...&lt;br /&gt;covers it all...&lt;br /&gt;i love my sister becky...&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could be a better example to her..&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could make her proud...&lt;br /&gt;for i know she makes very proud!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-117413648406956416?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/117413648406956416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=117413648406956416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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(since the 6th NOV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/1600/104971/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/320/158743/16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly got this for $45 from myer.. especially for the melb cup... well seeing that i was wearing my sister's $19 dress which didnt cost my anything so i decided to splurge on this... and it matches my dress TOTALLYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh yah... and this hair piece (facinator-- wat they call it)went on a journey... my friend was buying it for me cos i was at work the day before the cup and i had HAD to get it...and apparently he left the thingy on the tram.. and actually ran after the tram to get it back.. the things frens do for me... thanks!!! but i probably would have killed him.... if he didnt...hahahahahaaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/1600/319129/melbcup14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/320/579974/melbcup14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes matches rite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the nite when i gallivanted to chadstone by myself after picking up a nice reference from my lecturer... well it was late nite shopping thursday anyway and i was around the area.....and i HAD to buy something or would defeat the whole adventure of going to chaddies by myself late at nite... taking an unknow bus.....&lt;br /&gt;so heres what i got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/1600/466642/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/320/342504/8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little black dress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... .... and nice black belt to match it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/1600/881332/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/320/667231/6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. came DFO day at Cheltenham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/1600/658171/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/320/657406/18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/1600/984434/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/320/200528/14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was heaps to see.. lots to try but nothing really caught my eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in giodarno&lt;br /&gt;this top was on sale and so was this jacket--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... guess u know wat happened.. BUT the BEST part is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my fren was getting a pair of pants so we paid together.. and the deal for the day was buy 2 items and get the third free... so i got my black top FREEEE...&lt;br /&gt;but i thought i'd share the "free-ness" with my  friend so i paid half of it...&lt;br /&gt;but was still a good buy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/1600/249737/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/320/400372/17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is my fantabulous wallet!!!! yay i finally got a nice new pretty guess wallet&lt;br /&gt;i've been looking for a nice wallet and was going to use the $60 guess voucher i had...&lt;br /&gt;so been looking at guess wallets but they didnt seem to have what i wanted&lt;br /&gt;or nothing seemed to be of liking..&lt;br /&gt;but anyways i found this at DFO... but couldnt use my voucher...&lt;br /&gt;but oh well original price was $69.90&lt;br /&gt;but i got it for $42 so good enough a deal and big enough for my nonsense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;following DFO.. was the Brand Smart VIP nite...&lt;br /&gt;headed to boxhiil for dinner first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/1600/248953/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/320/817786/12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-my other little black dress-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this was an implusive buy... was on the way to meet my friends for dinner and was just walking towards them.. when i stumbled across this shop.. and this little black dress which i have tried on heaps of times at DFO but never really decided to get it cos it was always at least $50 which wasnt wat i intended to pay for a plain cotton black dress...but here in boxhill plaza... it was a $24 and they just happened to have my size (last piece) so yes i got it.. and this even before our shopping spree at Brand Smart... and while i was trying it my friend called to ask where i was.. and i was like " i'mk buying a dress" and she was like "WHAT so fast!!" its just the kindda reaction i can imagine her to give... hahahahaha... but was a happy black dress that i like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this colourful "school uniform look alike"&lt;br /&gt;this is from brandsmart...went all the way there... i had to get something... so this is it...it can be worn as a top too... so colourful and summery... i like it....&lt;br /&gt;just a little transparent.. but okie la... set me back another $24.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/1600/512468/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/320/999765/9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/1600/318168/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/320/4890/7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came my twin dresses from JAY JAYS&lt;br /&gt;was $25 for 2.. so how can u resist that!!!i like the blue lots!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but then again do they make me look pregnant??&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. at least i dun loook that short in them cos they arent that long which is good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/1600/162878/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/320/700770/10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/1600/506731/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the VIP nite of CHADDIES....hahahahahaha.... was opened until midnight and the best bit was there was a nice free shuttle bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my bumble beee top!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/1600/829188/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/320/926997/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/1600/403559/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/320/40124/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/1600/528102/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6634/1087/320/58449/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;belts from jeans west&lt;br /&gt;ribbon actually...&lt;br /&gt;but belty enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: theres heaps more ever since than... but that will take me forever to put it up and write about it... but i guess u get the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-116435120929384028?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/116435120929384028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=116435120929384028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/116435120929384028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/116435120929384028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2006/11/confessions-of-shoppaholic.html' title='-confessions of a shoppaholic-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-116349616868085254</id><published>2006-11-14T20:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:47:37.520+11:00</updated><title type='text'>-irritating pain in the neck-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;u are just another ordinary fren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;u walked into my life there n then&lt;br /&gt;but when i got to know u&lt;br /&gt;the real u i finally knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're such an irritating pain...&lt;br /&gt;you dont do much..&lt;br /&gt;but the little things u do that seem harmless irritate me to the core&lt;br /&gt;ur not my mother&lt;br /&gt;nor my father&lt;br /&gt;but everyday u seem to wanna know wat i'm doing&lt;br /&gt;why i do wat i do...&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sick and tired of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do u keep calling me&lt;br /&gt;why do u keep laughing at everything i say when its not even funny&lt;br /&gt;why do u keep wanting to hang out with my frens...&lt;br /&gt;well sometimes i just dont want u there cos i need  time out from u&lt;br /&gt;ur there ur here ur everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know u just wanna be my good fren and know me well&lt;br /&gt;but one thing for sure at this rate&lt;br /&gt;u really annoy me to hell...&lt;br /&gt;go away please&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone for now&lt;br /&gt;until i find the love to treat u well&lt;br /&gt;cos one day i might just snap&lt;br /&gt;n our friendship will just fall to crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dun bug me please&lt;br /&gt;and give me some peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-116349616868085254?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/116349616868085254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=116349616868085254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/116349616868085254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/116349616868085254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2006/11/irritating-pain-in-neck.html' title='-irritating pain in the neck-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-116298634224518049</id><published>2006-11-08T22:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:46:06.166+11:00</updated><title type='text'>-grad day-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/gradPAnMA.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/320/gradPAnMA.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i graduated today..&lt;br /&gt;not cos its finally over..&lt;br /&gt;but how the day went by...&lt;br /&gt;all in all from the start i was fairly cool&lt;br /&gt;as my family got ready in the last minutes ...&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno what came over me...&lt;br /&gt;when we were taking fotos out on the lawn....&lt;br /&gt;i jus snapped...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why...&lt;br /&gt;and i got all mang zhang...&lt;br /&gt;probably was cos i had this whole "perfect graduation " in mind&lt;br /&gt;and it wasnt going as planned....&lt;br /&gt;and yah... as usual... i took it out on my parents..&lt;br /&gt;n i did something... NO CHILD should ever i mean EVER do or say..&lt;br /&gt;i told my parents to go home...&lt;br /&gt;on my grad day...&lt;br /&gt;how on earth did those words..&lt;br /&gt;those hurtful words come out from my mouth...&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean them...&lt;br /&gt;they waited so long for this day....&lt;br /&gt;and were all excited...&lt;br /&gt;did EVERYTHING they could for me to be happie this day&lt;br /&gt;and what did i do...&lt;br /&gt;i spoilt it for them....&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself&lt;br /&gt;i really do hate myself for hurting the ones so dear...&lt;br /&gt;it was the worst grad...&lt;br /&gt;i i really wanna turn back time...&lt;br /&gt;but i cant...&lt;br /&gt;i sorry is all i can say...&lt;br /&gt;but doesnt change anything...&lt;br /&gt;proud they were... hurt they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;initially written on the 13/10/06&lt;br /&gt;posted on 8/11/06 for Eujin to read for 2mins and taken down&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/12691935-116298634224518049?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/116298634224518049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=116298634224518049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/116298634224518049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/116298634224518049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2006/11/grad-day.html' title='-grad day-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-115796726850320786</id><published>2006-09-11T19:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:47:16.203+11:00</updated><title type='text'>-4 pairs in 3 days-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/320/8.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're so vain&lt;br /&gt;You probably think this song is about you&lt;br /&gt;You're so vain&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet you think this song is about you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you? Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carly Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;as the title says it all... yes i actually bought 4 pairs of shoes in 3 days...&lt;br /&gt;and today i just got another pair... so dat makes 5 in a week...&lt;br /&gt;thats the ultimate shopaholic man...&lt;br /&gt;i cant belive myself...&lt;br /&gt;is this wat i do with my first pay...&lt;br /&gt;cant i just resist temptation...&lt;br /&gt;why...&lt;br /&gt;but they were pretty...&lt;br /&gt;but not say i'm gonna wear them everyday....&lt;br /&gt;what was i thinking...&lt;br /&gt;i guess was impulsion..&lt;br /&gt;and my whole theory stands... retail therapy does work...&lt;br /&gt;but wears off in less than 24 hrs..&lt;br /&gt;and yes i am so vain...&lt;br /&gt;i probably think its all bout me.. and how i look..&lt;br /&gt;how selfish eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of my overconfidence....&lt;br /&gt;what was i thinking...&lt;br /&gt;i just assumed that they needed me badly and it would be mine for sure...&lt;br /&gt;i even freaked out when  i thought that i had to make arrangements in such short time&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;cos of my OVERCONFIDENCE....&lt;br /&gt;i assumed all wrong...&lt;br /&gt;and what i'm left with now...&lt;br /&gt;ive only got myself to blame....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how vanity sux...&lt;br /&gt;screws up my life....&lt;br /&gt;but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;we'll just move on...&lt;br /&gt;as life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;and so do we....&lt;br /&gt;i guess...hahahhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;no time for regrets...&lt;br /&gt;just enjoy my buys...&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;-dairies of esther the shopaholic-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-115796726850320786?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/115796726850320786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=115796726850320786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/115796726850320786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/115796726850320786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2006/09/4-pairs-in-3-days.html' title='-4 pairs in 3 days-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-115695149070742472</id><published>2006-08-31T01:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:54:45.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-thats when i love you-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/724358101928_112671.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/320/724358101928_112671.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When u have to look away&lt;br /&gt;When u don't have much to say&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;I love u just that way&lt;br /&gt;To here u stumble when u speak&lt;br /&gt;Or see u walk with two left feet&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love u endlessly&lt;br /&gt;And when your mad cause u lost the game&lt;br /&gt;Forget I'm waiting in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love u&lt;br /&gt;I love u anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;U can count on me 4 life&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;When nothing u do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;When I love u&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when u turn to hide your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause the movie it made u cry&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;I love u&lt;br /&gt;A little more each time&lt;br /&gt;And when u cant quite match you clothes&lt;br /&gt;Or when u laugh at your own jokes&lt;br /&gt;that's when I love u I love u&lt;br /&gt;More then u know&lt;br /&gt;And when u forgot that we had a date&lt;br /&gt;Or that look that u give when u show up late&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love u ,I love u anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;U can count on me 4 life&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;When nothing u do can change my moind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;When I love u&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.: by Aslyn :.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwWWWWwww.... this song is just so sweet...&lt;br /&gt;theres two ways of looking at this in my life...&lt;br /&gt;first&lt;br /&gt;'thats when i LOVED you'&lt;br /&gt;when you did all that you did....&lt;br /&gt;i LOVED you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;and I made the promise to be there for you for life&lt;br /&gt;and nothing you do could change my mind&lt;br /&gt;thats when i loved you...&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you do...or did..&lt;br /&gt;second&lt;br /&gt;thats when i love you..&lt;br /&gt;for the one to come...&lt;br /&gt;thats when i love you&lt;br /&gt;and the day we say 'i do' its the same day i'll promise to be there for u always&lt;br /&gt;and i'll love you no matter what....&lt;br /&gt;-winks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-115695149070742472?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/115695149070742472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=115695149070742472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/115695149070742472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/115695149070742472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2006/08/thats-when-i-love-you.html' title='-thats when i love you-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-115659797401832422</id><published>2006-08-26T22:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:12:54.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-expose-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; I hear you're taking the town again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Having a good time with all your good time friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I don't think that you think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;You're on your own now, and I'm alone and free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I know that I oughta get on with my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But a life lived without you could never be right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And as long as the stars shine down from the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Long as the rivers run to the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll never get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Getting over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I try to smile so the hurt won't show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Tell everybody I was glad to see you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But the tears just won't go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Loneliness found me, looks like it's here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I know that I oughta find someone new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But all I find is myself always thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And as long as the stars shine down from the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Long as the rivers run to the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll never get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Getting over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;No matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It's like a lifetime to live through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I can't go on like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I need your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;You're the only one I've ever loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And as long as the stars shine down from the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Long as the rivers run to the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll never get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Getting over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll never get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Getting over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Never get over you getting over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll never get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Getting over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;by expose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;hahahaha.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;how time flies... and yes i'm in that mode again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;thinking yet again about the past... well  at least this song doesnt really describe me completely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;i'm not bawling my eyes out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;but this song did come to my mind as i sat there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;looking thru past fotos and reliving memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;what he said today was true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;deep down inside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;i'll never get over you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;well not that i dont want to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;its just that i've gotta get over myself first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ive let you go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ive seen u walk away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;but why cant i get over u and move on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;i tell myself i have feelings for another..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;but yet i still hold on to the  hope thats just like water...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;something you cant hold on to and just slips away thru my fingers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;well i dun hate u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; i just cant seem to forget u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;maybe i just dont want to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;but then again this is just one of those days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;when i'm in one of those modes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;and theres no where to let it out but here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;so here we go again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;i'm a sucker for love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;but then again i love the fact that we had the memory....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;dont be sad that its over, be glad that it happened!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-115659797401832422?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/115659797401832422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=115659797401832422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/115659797401832422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/115659797401832422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2006/08/expose.html' title='-expose-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-114585825732837229</id><published>2006-04-24T15:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:00:24.286+10:00</updated><title type='text'>- Eternal Treasures-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/vainity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/320/vainity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~useless treasures that i keep seeking~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternal Treasures&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i face my Creator,&lt;br /&gt;what will my response be?&lt;br /&gt;will i be able to give an account,&lt;br /&gt;on the life He has given me?&lt;br /&gt;what things do i hold dear to me?&lt;br /&gt;does these things last for eternity?&lt;br /&gt;will everything that i own,&lt;br /&gt;make a difference when my life is no longer to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i know this,&lt;br /&gt;why do i still seek the things that doesn't matter?&lt;br /&gt;why do i only seek things that bring me pleaseure?&lt;br /&gt;why do i store up these useless tresures?&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord teach me to seek the things that matter.&lt;br /&gt;not just the things that bring me pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;for moth and rust will destroy all that i treasure,&lt;br /&gt;but the things of the Lord will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord thank you for reminding me,&lt;br /&gt;to seek things that matter.&lt;br /&gt;You said Oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;where my treasure is,&lt;br /&gt;there my heart will be also,&lt;br /&gt;so Lord teach me to store my treasures in You,&lt;br /&gt;because You are all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my friends i pray you'll also remember,&lt;br /&gt;to seek things that matter,&lt;br /&gt;let us make a difference where we are,&lt;br /&gt;and bring glory to God's Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully when we meet our creator in Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;He will say to us 'well done, you good and faithful servant'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;words by Alvin Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i sat there and read this, it really struck me that all my lie... or at least most of it here in melbourne.. i've been chasing all these things that don't really matter...&lt;br /&gt;spending heaps and heaps on clothes after clothes that i don't really need...&lt;br /&gt;buying small little cheap nick nacks to match wat i wear,&lt;br /&gt;when altogether i can say i've spent a bomb..&lt;br /&gt;I am so Vain!!does it reallie matter that i look nice when i go out...&lt;br /&gt;and embarassing as it my sound i even dress up when i'm at home&lt;br /&gt;can ask my bixie to testify to that.&lt;br /&gt;but then again i always told myself that it motivates me to study...&lt;br /&gt;WHAT CRAP!!! its just another lame excuse to cover up my vanity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at the amount of earrings i have... and those are just studs...&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine the no. of danglies i have...&lt;br /&gt;its about time i started seeking eternal treasures&lt;br /&gt;but its so difficult to overcome the temptation of shopping&lt;br /&gt;but God please show me Your grace and mercy and help me only get things that i need and not want..&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the day when i die..&lt;br /&gt;where do all these things go???&lt;br /&gt;they are left behind here,&lt;br /&gt;my life would jus be summarised as a 'dash' on my tombstone,&lt;br /&gt;not by the wonderful matching i made with clothes and accessories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lord help me to live simply so that others can simply live~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-114585825732837229?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/114585825732837229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=114585825732837229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/114585825732837229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/114585825732837229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2006/04/eternal-treasures.html' title='- Eternal Treasures-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-114563558430900415</id><published>2006-04-22T01:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T02:06:24.346+10:00</updated><title type='text'>~S u M m E r T i M e S~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take me back to the sweet times&lt;br /&gt;the hot nights&lt;br /&gt;everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;in the summertime&lt;br /&gt;baby in the summertime&lt;br /&gt;and even if i have to wait till next year&lt;br /&gt;i dont care&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that i'll meet you there&lt;br /&gt;in the summertime&lt;br /&gt;baby in the summertime&lt;br /&gt;that's where i'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-thirsty merc-&lt;br /&gt;~~take me back to the summertime~~&lt;br /&gt;yet another summer has come and gone...&lt;br /&gt;and another holidae has just passed me by.&lt;br /&gt;as we sang this song on our road trip along the great ocean road&lt;br /&gt;it really dawned on me how i missed my summer holidays&lt;br /&gt;and how each year i do look forward to them and just enjoying them to the max&lt;br /&gt;how there were just so many sweet times and HOT nites&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;and even if i had to wait till next year&lt;br /&gt;i actually do care&lt;br /&gt;cos ive got to go thru all the many assignments and sickerning stuff uni throws me&lt;br /&gt;but everything is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;cos God will see me thru each day&lt;br /&gt;and yes of cos YOU will see me there again in the summertime&lt;br /&gt;cos thats where i belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~eagerly waiting to go home but yet enduring whats here and praying for what is to come~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-114563558430900415?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/114563558430900415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=114563558430900415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/114563558430900415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/114563558430900415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2006/04/s-u-m-m-e-r-t-i-m-e-s.html' title='~S u M m E r T i M e S~'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-114534910060985764</id><published>2006-04-18T17:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:43:14.173+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-crossroads-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;standing at the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i fear i face a question where my heart and mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;are worlds apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;'cause life is not an alleyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;its riddled with thousands of choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;opportunites we can embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;standing at the crossroads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i open out my arms and lift my face to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;which way the wind will blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;on my right familiar faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;on my left an unknown place as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;questions mark the road beyond the rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;so take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;step by step and hand in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i'll walk with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;where will You have me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;standing at the crossroads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i think of all the kind advice and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;ponder still, my God's desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;dreams are fine because the move us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;to keep in mind its all about Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;to ultimately help people to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;the Saviour who gave all to set us free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;so hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;standing still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;while the world keeps turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;show me if You will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;keep this fire burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;faith runs deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;fear's no keeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i'll go; pack my bags i'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;hyelp me know to make decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;based upon your kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;ready to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;God only knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;i'm tired at standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;at the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb Fung 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;yup yup.. its been quite a while.. and many things have happened...back to melbourne... back to uni... back to reality...&lt;br /&gt;back to yet another crossroad in life...&lt;br /&gt;and this time have to make yet another decision in life...&lt;br /&gt;why is life full of decision making??&lt;br /&gt;where to from here....&lt;br /&gt;what next....&lt;br /&gt;honestly.........&lt;br /&gt;i reallie dun noe.....&lt;br /&gt;as i sit back each day... time is just ticking away and i'm getting closer to time where i reallie have to make the decision...&lt;br /&gt;but the again is waiting not the way?&lt;br /&gt;i guess i shouldnt just sit back and hope that GOd will open the doors and make a way&lt;br /&gt;i should do what needs to be done rite..&lt;br /&gt;but then again its so complicated and confusing...&lt;br /&gt;forms here forms there&lt;br /&gt;applications here applications there...&lt;br /&gt;can i really work after i graduate???&lt;br /&gt;i guess i've been spoonfed for so many years&lt;br /&gt;and reallie...&lt;br /&gt;its just time to get out of this comfort zone...&lt;br /&gt;can i reallly??&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if what i say is really wat i wanna do...&lt;br /&gt;or have i jus psyched myself into thinking i really wanna do it...&lt;br /&gt;wat is it that i really want&lt;br /&gt;wat is it that i like..&lt;br /&gt;wat is it that i can do??&lt;br /&gt;ultimately,&lt;br /&gt;what is YOUR plan for my life....&lt;br /&gt;as i stand here at the crossroads..&lt;br /&gt;i pray YOu take over completely and&lt;br /&gt;lead me&lt;br /&gt;....please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-114534910060985764?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/114534910060985764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=114534910060985764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/114534910060985764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/114534910060985764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2006/04/crossroads.html' title='-crossroads-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-113690728234211282</id><published>2006-01-11T02:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T02:37:29.396+11:00</updated><title type='text'>-heaven grocery store-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i was walking down life's highway a long time ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;and one day i saw a sign that read "&lt;strong&gt;Heaven's Grocery Store&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;as i got a little close the door came open wide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;and when i came to myself i was standing inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i saw a host of angels. they were standing everywhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;one handed me a basket and said, "My child shop with care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;everything a Christian needs is in this grocery store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;and if you could not carry them all, you can come back for more".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;first i got some &lt;strong&gt;PATIENCE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; was in the same row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;further down was &lt;strong&gt;UNDERSTANDING&lt;/strong&gt;, needed everywhere you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i got a box or two of &lt;strong&gt;WISDOM&lt;/strong&gt;, a bag or two of &lt;strong&gt;FAITH&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i couldn't miss the Holy Ghost, He was all over the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i stopped to get some &lt;strong&gt;STRENGTH&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;COURAGE &lt;/strong&gt;to help me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;win the race. and though my basket was getting full,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i remembered to get some &lt;strong&gt;GRACE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i didn't forget &lt;strong&gt;SALVATION&lt;/strong&gt; for that was free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;so i tried to get enough of that to save both you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;then i started to the counter to pay my grocery bill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;for i thought i had everythingto do my Master's will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;as i went up the aisle, i saw &lt;strong&gt;PRAYER&lt;/strong&gt; and had to put it in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;for i knew when i stepped outside, i would run into SIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEACE &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;JOY &lt;/strong&gt;were plentiful, they were on the last shelf,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONGS &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;PRAISES&lt;/strong&gt; were hanging near, so i just helped myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;then i said to the Angel, " HOw much do i owe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;the Angel smiled and said "just take them everywhere you go".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;again, i smiled at him and said " how much do i really owe?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;the angel smiled again and said, " &lt;strong&gt;my child, JESUS paid your bill a long time ago!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ron DeMarco &amp; Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-113690728234211282?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/113690728234211282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=113690728234211282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/113690728234211282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/113690728234211282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2006/01/heaven-grocery-store.html' title='-heaven grocery store-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-113643201714822528</id><published>2006-01-05T14:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T14:33:37.193+11:00</updated><title type='text'>- i hate coming back-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate coming back!!! i HATE I HATE I HATE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello i am already 21.. cant u at least trust me to make my own mistakes and trust me to pick myself up once again.. cant u just trust me to lead my life the way i want to??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cant u jus  barely scrap thru and learn the lessons.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cant u jus let me be???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I GUESS U JUS CAnT.. why.. cos the fact that i am still under ur roof.. under ur support under ur supervision... i am still ur child and yes i have to go by ur rules..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well the thing is i'm freaking 21 already!!! cant u at least let me go!! and let me do wat i want...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u were the one who encouraged me to do the summer subject dats the only reason why i'm taking it.. my frens who were supposed to arent anymore... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know it sux to have to study while u are on holidae.. and i totally regret it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but this happens EVERY SINGLE year when iget back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i ALWAYS GET IT FROM U THAT I AM GOINg OUT TOO MUCH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is it my fault dat ive got so many frens to meet up with... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is it my fault dat these pple are actually impt to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is it my fault dat we freaking live in jb and takes me forever to get home when i go to singapore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wats the point of coming back then??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me... jus to sit home and bum....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even when i'm home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're either at each others neck or jus silent backs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm tired...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u dun even wanna hear my story of why i wanna do things the way i do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u jus want it done ur way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well hello smell the air... i am not u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i've survived thus far by Gods grace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u were the one who told me dat this year ur verse was that GOd is faithful to keep His promises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes i  do belive dat HE is and He will..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i belive dat He will be faithful to watever He has promised me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm jus gonna trust Him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u reallie spoil my holidaes u know by restricting me and pressuring me so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to tink now dat i wanna be a counsellor and listen to this crap but yet this crap is going on in my freaking life.. thanks ah.. so much for encouragement..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-113643201714822528?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/113643201714822528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=113643201714822528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/113643201714822528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/113643201714822528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hate-coming-back.html' title='- i hate coming back-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-113522554864950228</id><published>2005-12-22T15:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:45:35.393+11:00</updated><title type='text'>- i guess its jus all a dream afterall-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;waking up this morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and looking ard... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking through photos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BAMMMMmmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it jus occurred to me that i guess all my thoughts could just be yet another dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm jus going through another one of those phases..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ultimately the most important thing that i need to get out of my head is that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it aint bout me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aint bout my love life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aint bout how much pple accept me..welcome me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it aint bout how much i actually fit in into different environments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be it here of over there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it aint bout the slef centered self seeking me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its all bout GOD..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is the reason i live..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the reason i should actually go on living and do the best i can in everything for Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i may have dreams...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i may aspire to be someone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it doesnt matter rite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TRUST and FAITH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is what should spur me on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Father, help me please be remineded each day that its all YOU and not bout me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in doing so.. i pray tat "i" will decrease and "U " will increase &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in my heart, body and mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Father, wake me up so i can face reality with YOu by my side!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-113522554864950228?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/113522554864950228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=113522554864950228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/113522554864950228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/113522554864950228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-guess-its-jus-all-dream-afterall.html' title='- i guess its jus all a dream afterall-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-113513736231563935</id><published>2005-12-21T14:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T13:47:58.190+11:00</updated><title type='text'>-dreaming of you-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;late at nite when all the world is sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i stay up and think of u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i wish on a star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats somewhere u are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinking of me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos i'm dreaming of you tonite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till tomorrow i'd be holding you tight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there's no where in the world i'd rather be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;than here in my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dreaming about you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet another posting on dreams... sometimes i tink i jus dream too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but this time its jus plain weird... or is it reallie part of Gods plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well it all started when Mr K walked into my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he's a plain simple kindda guy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice, smart and Godly... everything you would dream for in a guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hardly saw him thru the year but once again we did manage to meet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well there werent exactly sparks between us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we got along and if i werent wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had our little moments...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but anyway the point is... that i dun wanna fall for him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but yet i see myself heading down dat road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back to dreaming... so as i lay my head down to rest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ask the Lord please help me get Mr K outta my head... but if he is the one for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me dream of him toniteeeeee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and trust... as shallow as it may sound i have prayed dat prayer many times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the guys that i thought came into my life to stay for eternity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i have never ever dreamt of them... so wat are the chances for MR K???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well GOd knows why....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos dat nite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i did dream of my MR K....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i woke up wondering is he really the one???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh Lord please show me.... i pleaded...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and asked for another sign...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but none was given....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then again last nite i dreamt about MR K....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh why oh why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i reallie dun tink i should .... and dun tink its rite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then again... could it be real???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dreams.....sometimes GOd uses them to tell u things and sometimes its just ur plain brain at work to spice up ur life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which is it???....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i honestly dunno...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-113513736231563935?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/113513736231563935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=113513736231563935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/113513736231563935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/113513736231563935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2005/12/dreaming-of-you.html' title='-dreaming of you-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-113509826309484159</id><published>2005-12-21T03:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T04:04:23.136+11:00</updated><title type='text'>-my second home-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're not that far from bethlehem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where all our hope and joy began&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for in our hearts still cherish Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're not that far, not that far from bethlehem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes oh yes its christamas time again....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes its a good time jus to hang out with frens and catching up once again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay!!! its jus so happy when u take a break from your routine life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and escape to somewhere far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where the atmosphere is absolutely welcoming and loving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its the kindda thing u need to lift ur spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the kindda warmth u need to feeel when u are low...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats a place i call my second home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its jus amazing to feel so at home in a place dat aint exactly home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i reallie reallie appreciate each and everyone of the pple who jus came along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to make me feeel special....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i used to come to this place to see the love of life.. at that point of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of cos there were friends i knew there and met up with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but of cos deep down inside i knew that my aim of going there was to see the one and only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sadly i tink i took these friends for granted and din understand how much they cared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however, THESE were the same people who stood by me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;accompanied me, spent time with me when i came down and saw him with another babe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well quite a long while has past...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now i finally can say that yes we are friends and i am thankful that we are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the other hand i am appreciative dat i can still go to this place and not feel ashamed,&lt;br /&gt;rejected, alone...afraid of getting hurt cos i know there are pple who love me jus as i am here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this place is more than the best week of my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its more than a place i always got back to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its home....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-113509826309484159?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/113509826309484159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=113509826309484159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/113509826309484159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/113509826309484159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-second-home.html' title='-my second home-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-112201997191380618</id><published>2005-07-22T18:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T18:17:18.970+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-one day at a time-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-one day at a time-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;one day at a time, with its failures and fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;with its hurts and mistakes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;with its weakness and tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;with its portion of pain and burden of care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;one day at a time we must meet and must bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;one day at a time to be patient and strong;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;to be calm under trial and sweet under worng;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;then its toiling shall pass and its sorrow shall cease;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;it shall darken and die, and the night shall bring peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;one day at a time-but the day is so long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and the heart is not brave, and the soul is not strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;O dear Lord be near me all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;give me courage and patience and strength for each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;swift cometh the answer, so clear and sweet;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Yea, I will be with thenn, thy troubles to meet;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I will not forget thee, nor fail thee, nor grieve;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I will not forsake thee, I NEVER will leave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;not yesterday's load we are called on to bear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nor tommorrow's uncertain and shadowy care;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;why should we look forward or back with dismay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;our needs, as our mercies. are but for that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;one day at a times, and the day is His day;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He has numbered its hours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;though they haste or delay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;His grace is sufficient; we walk not alone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;As the day, so the strength that He gives is His own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-Annie Johnson Flint-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-112201997191380618?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/112201997191380618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=112201997191380618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/112201997191380618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/112201997191380618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-day-at-time.html' title='-one day at a time-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-111985470563960215</id><published>2005-06-27T16:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T16:45:05.650+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-looking back, looking forward-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;how time flies.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;and yet another semester is over... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;1sy day....assignmnets... work... driving lessons... and exams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;have jus come and passed me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;looking back... yeah so many things have happened this semester...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;both ups and downs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;and its been relatively tedious i think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;running here running there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;meeting you meeting them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i'm sot tired... and sometimes i wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;what am i here in melbourne for... to do all these many extra things other study...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;why do i do them if they make me stress and extra tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;why do i stretch myself till i wanna snap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;well i guess.. the only comforting thought is that GOd knows how i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;and He sees the desires of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;and if it ain't part of HIs plan He's gonna take me outta there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;but till then... i'll jus hang in there i supposed... with God's grace that is sufficient for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;" Your grace is sufficient for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;YOur strength is made perfect when i am weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;all that i have i lay at Your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;YOur grace is sufficient for me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;as tired as i am... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i am looking forward to the coming semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;it is DEFINITELY gonna be yet another tedious one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;HOPEFULLY, after passing this semester's exams... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i will move on to third year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;and taking 4 psychology subjects will be quite a handful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;and yes yes the 40 days of purpose!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;am so excited for both my cell grp and my kids church!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i belive that GOd will touch many of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;am praying that GOd will speak to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;its gonna be so exciting!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;but there's so much to dooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;so much time to manage properly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;do i still continue to work..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;what should be my priority??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i know the answer but am i willing to take the necessary step....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;oooooohhhhh...my mind is in such a whirl!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;well, dear Lord, this is my prayer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;as i take time off and go away for a little holidae...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;speak to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;jus help me relax and spend time with u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Lord renew me both mentally, physically and spiritually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;so that when i come back Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;YOu can use me as YOu please and i will have the strength and willingness to surrender all to YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;AMEN&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/12691935-111985470563960215?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/111985470563960215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=111985470563960215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111985470563960215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111985470563960215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2005/06/looking-back-looking-forward.html' title='-looking back, looking forward-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-111847866728775402</id><published>2005-06-11T18:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:56:55.602+10:00</updated><title type='text'>- a walk to remember-</title><content type='html'>" i never really knew you,&lt;br /&gt;you were jus another fren.&lt;br /&gt;but when i got to know you&lt;br /&gt;i let my heart unbend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt help past memories&lt;br /&gt;they would only make me cry&lt;br /&gt;i had to forget my first love,&lt;br /&gt;and give love another try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've fallen in love with you&lt;br /&gt;and i'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;i love you more than anyone&lt;br /&gt;i jus have to let you know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words from once my very own francis&lt;br /&gt;we definitely walked a walk to remember...&lt;br /&gt;a walk that will stay deep within my heart&lt;br /&gt;a walk i never really wanted to end...&lt;br /&gt;but then again... dun be sad its over but be glad that it happened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-111847866728775402?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/111847866728775402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=111847866728775402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111847866728775402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111847866728775402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2005/06/walk-to-remember.html' title='- a walk to remember-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-111674700381976589</id><published>2005-05-22T17:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T17:30:03.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-zooom ZooooOmmm ZoooMMMMmmm-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;zooom ZooooOmmm ZoooMMMMmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yet another week has flown past me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i hardly even realised it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i jue feel that time really flies... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;look at me... i'm already gonna finish my second year here in mleb...(if i pass)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh welll... sometimes i jus wish and wonder why cant time be much more slower than it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;why cant we have 30 hrs in a day... or 70 sec to make up a minute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i jus want more time than i have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;everyday i wake up... and so many awaits me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so many thoughts jus spring into my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and cant but wish i could jus go back to sleep so i wounldnt have to think HOw do i allocate my time wisely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i run frm here to there doing this and that for him and her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when will i ever have the chance to sit and rest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is that wat my lifes gonna be....running about doing this and that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i really wonder... on the other hand i wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;am i jus making myself busy or am i reallie dat busy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;do i wanna have SO many things to do to keep myself occupied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;do i make myslef all so busy so that pple can sympathise with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;do i make myself busy cos i wanna help pple and all cos of pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i dunno , i dunno i really dunno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but all i do know is that i really wanna take things slow... and go with the flow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i wanna do the many things because i like to do them and not for jus the sake of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i wanna rush frm here to there for the many different pple cos i love them and they are important to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i wanna do what i do cos thats what GOd wants me to do and not jus something to get it over and done with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i dun want time to zoommm me by... but i wanna treasure each moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and look back on the fond memories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh GOd this is my pray... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that You'll make me aware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;of what YOu want me to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so that i can use my time as YOu choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;that is pleasing in YOur sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and this battle i wont have to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-111674700381976589?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/111674700381976589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=111674700381976589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111674700381976589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111674700381976589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2005/05/zooom-zooooommm-zooommmmmmm.html' title='-zooom ZooooOmmm ZoooMMMMmmm-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-111632845396641437</id><published>2005-05-17T20:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T00:34:46.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-thank you Lord-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And I thank You Lord&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I thank You Lord&lt;br /&gt;For the trials that come my way&lt;br /&gt;In that way I can grow each day&lt;br /&gt;As I let You lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank You Lord&lt;br /&gt;For the patience those trials bring&lt;br /&gt;In the process of growing&lt;br /&gt;I can learn to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it goes against the way I am&lt;br /&gt;To put my human nature down&lt;br /&gt;And let the Spirit take control of all I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause when those tirals come&lt;br /&gt;My human nature shouts the things to do&lt;br /&gt;And God's soft prompting can be easily ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song has never reallie meant much to me other than another song of worship and appreciation and jus saying thanks to God... but as i sang the words todae...it finally jus occured to me what the words really meant...that God puts difficulties in our life so that we realise the importance of the dependance on Him and that we have to rely and trust in Him cos we are unable to go thru on our own strength...and in that way we grow each day as we let HIM lead and not me, myself and I leading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and when those difficult times actually pop out.. my human nature DOES shout the things to do and more often than not i actually do give in to my human nature of responding and God's prompting is so so ignored...&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i guess each time crap does happen... God is there prompting me to what he wants me to do... but my voice is always so much louder... i wanna be still and hear what He has to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i jus realised that God does has His ways of seeing me thru trials....He jus does... and all ive gotta do is trust Him.. thank you Lord for helping me realise that it isnt the end when we fail... but yet You pull us up... thank YOu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-111632845396641437?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/111632845396641437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=111632845396641437' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111632845396641437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111632845396641437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2005/05/thank-you-lord.html' title='-thank you Lord-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-111624945262497565</id><published>2005-05-17T16:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:17:32.626+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-dreams-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;recently ive been dreaming quite a bit.... actually it been quite draining when u dream... cos it takes up energy... i think... but all i know is dat when i wake up...i'm more tired than when i went to sleep...what doe dreams mean.... why do we dream???do dreams come true... God is there something u wanna tell me... or is there something thats been bugging me in my mind and i cant seem to let it go...why why why do i have so many dreams.... and why do my dreams haunt me and wake me up in cold sweat..thanking God that it wasnt real and only a dream....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;honestly i dunno why... but i do know that it happens.. and sometimes it jus puzzles me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-111624945262497565?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/111624945262497565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=111624945262497565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111624945262497565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111624945262497565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2005/05/dreams.html' title='-dreams-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-111624702919513150</id><published>2005-05-17T15:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T22:37:09.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-icky yucky mucky stuff-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;my day cant get any better....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;yesterdae when i was on the way down to clayton for prata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;while waiting for the train i realised the sticky icky gu-ie  thingie at the back of my shirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;my first response was "oh crap, bird shit"   but nah itr couldnt be cos it was not white-ish so waht on earth was this sticky icky couloourless thingie on my back and how on earth did it get there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;so natural instinct would be to get it off asap... so yeah i had to touch it.. but i had no tissue paper... so yes yes i touched it with my bare hands... and i jus had to know just wat it was... soooooo i smelled it... but hey it din smell like spit or bird shit...it actually smelled sweet like soap...hehehehe but yucks yucks yucks... was so grossed... was sticky and bubbly sweeet smelling thing... and i tried to rub off as much of it on the walll.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and todaeee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;was happily taking a nice stroll down town for dinner... nice nice nasi lemak...or meee siamm...but yeah... nice walk down in the nice nice nite sky... and guess wat happened... as i walked past the park...where the million and one possoms live.... guess wat jus rolled into my shoe... (my shoe's the kind without a backing so somtimes little stone and stuff roll in).... a little ball or possom poo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and i was i jus stepped on it in my shoe and was all wet and icky mucky yucky... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i was like why is it so wet when like the road isnt wet at all.. and so natural instict was to..... bend down and touch it... Big mistake.. BIG BIG mistake... and i smelt it.... EVEN WORST!!!!!!! almost died when i realised what has jus happened... didn't  know if i shld shout and  or laugh....  ahhhhhHHhhhhhhh was so horrible....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;no more open back shoe for me dats for sure... never noe wat will roll in next....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i hate all this icky yucky mucky stuff.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-111624702919513150?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/111624702919513150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=111624702919513150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111624702919513150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111624702919513150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2005/05/icky-yucky-mucky-stuff.html' title='-icky yucky mucky stuff-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-111572054493545692</id><published>2005-05-11T13:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:46:16.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-why why why-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'm in uni....i cant belive it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i need to put in my assignment in less than 24 hours... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;will i ever make it.... you think... i doubt so... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;why why why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;do i ALWAYS have to leave it to the night before... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;is it the fact that the assignment is due yet another sunrise away?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i dunno... i reallie dunno... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when will i ever wake up and realise that I have to use the time i have wisely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and not sleep it away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;why why why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;do i always sleep when so many things overwhelm my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but when i awake the problems are still there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;why why why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;will i only learn when i fail flat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but i dun wanna fail flat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but does the old saying go that u'll never learn till u fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God please help me as i sit here and try to do what i need to do in whatever time i have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i dun deserve of You what i ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lord have mercy on me please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But let Your will be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-111572054493545692?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/111572054493545692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=111572054493545692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111572054493545692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111572054493545692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-why-why.html' title='-why why why-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-111547178453978692</id><published>2005-05-08T16:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T23:40:28.033+10:00</updated><title type='text'>- You'll still be faithful, O Lord-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Like the sun that rises everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;You are so faithful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Dear Lord You are faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Like the rain that You bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;And every breath that I breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;You are so faithful O Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Like a rose that comes alive every spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;You are so faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Dear Lord You are faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Like the life that You give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;To every beat of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;You are so faithful o Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I see a cros and the price You had to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I see the blood that wash my sins away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;In the midst of the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Through the wind and the waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;You'll still be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;O You'll still be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;When the stars refuse to shine and time is no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;You'll still be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;You'll still be faithful, O Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Each day comes and yes Lord You are faithful to wake me up and go about my daily things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Each struggle comes and yes Lord You did not leave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;But is faithful to see me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Thank you Lord for being so faithful to answer each prayer I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Thank you Lord for bringing the people, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;For bringing the smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;And for being in our midst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lord truly You are so faithful, help me Lord to have more faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-111547178453978692?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/111547178453978692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=111547178453978692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111547178453978692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111547178453978692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2005/05/youll-still-be-faithful-o-lord.html' title='- You&apos;ll still be faithful, O Lord-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-111537751016390683</id><published>2005-05-07T14:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:30:46.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-faithful-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We're pilgrims on the journey of the narrow road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And those who've gone before us line the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cheering on the faithful, encouraging the weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Their lives a stirring testament to God's sustaining grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let us run the race not only for the prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But as those who've gone before us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let us leave to those behind us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The heritage of faithfulness passed on through godly lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;May the fire of our devotion light their way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;May the footprints that we leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lead them to believe and the lives we live inspire them to obey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After all our hopes and dreams have come and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And our children sift though all we've left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;May the clues that they discover and the memories they uncover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Become the light that leads them to the road we each must find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thank you for being faithful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thank you that through your faith i've been encouraged, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;let us continue to have faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that God will see us thru this&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/12691935-111537751016390683?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/111537751016390683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=111537751016390683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111537751016390683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111537751016390683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2005/05/faithful.html' title='-faithful-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12691935.post-111537028989830241</id><published>2005-05-07T12:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:33:36.520+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-for the first time-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;-for the first time, i am looking in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;for the first time, i'm seeing who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i can't beilve how much i see, when your looking back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;now i understand what love is, for the first time-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hehehehehe.... i'm not in love for the first time... its jus for the first time i'm having this online bloggie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;to tell almost the whole wide world how i feeel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i NEVER EVER saw myself doing something like this... cos i always thought its reallie weird jus revealing ur dairy to everyone...and was really rude jus but then again... i think i'll understand how i feel more when i pen it down... hear wat my frens have to say and work thru it... and yes i belive that as i look back i will see how i've grown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;so ya... welcome to my world...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12691935-111537028989830241?l=estylokey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/feeds/111537028989830241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12691935&amp;postID=111537028989830241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111537028989830241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12691935/posts/default/111537028989830241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estylokey.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-first-time.html' title='-for the first time-'/><author><name>esty lokey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196726748735977661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6634/1087/1600/sunshine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
