<?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-35833590</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:35:46.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now that i have seen, i am responsible. faith without deeds is dead.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-1240297310195031461</id><published>2009-08-17T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:28:29.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, the simplest thing's in life that makes us thankful :)</title><content type='html'>as i was walking to the bank today afternoon, i saw a group of kindergarten children.&lt;div&gt;they were on a field trip to the great unknown, a.k.a the street opposite the kindergarten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the group saw a big truck driving past, and as it drove past, a kid said "bye bye!" to the truck, and the rest followed, for no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, at the car-park behind my house, i saw a flock of pigeons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was a big pigeon and a small pigeon. like a mum and her child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the "child" walked, the "mum" walked behind him, mimicking it's every step and also the bobbing of the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was soooo hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah, the little thing's in life. i am so grateful for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do me a favor, smell the roses for me as you walk through your neighborhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll be amazed at what you've been missing in your hectic everyday life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-1240297310195031461?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-6643271814812614272</id><published>2009-08-17T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:33:35.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Meant To Be?</title><content type='html'>Am i not meant to be with the one I think I love?&lt;br /&gt;Although i do not really know her that well, I know her just well enough to know her likes, her dislikes,her dreams, her ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;However, although my dreams are similar to hers, the dreams placed closer to her heart is the ones furthest away from mine, even though they are still my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we are not really that different, we aren't similar too.&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams are to live in places like ski resorts, cottage in other countries, travel around the world, and much more.&lt;br /&gt;i admit, i too share her dreams and ambitions, however, the dreams closer to my heart is to bring the poor, the ill, the sorrowed, the burdened to acknowledge Jesus Christ as their lord and saviour, and also help them to get along in life, providing daily necessities and also education to the children among them.&lt;br /&gt;I would however much much more prefer to help orphans along in life, but i'll see where God leads me.&lt;br /&gt;I aim to share God's love with them and let them know that indeed, there are people caring about and for you in this world and more importantly, a loving Abba Father, our El Shaddai.&lt;br /&gt;I know that i too cannot serve two masters, as luke 16:13 says "No servant can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money.". Indeed this is so very true. We should store our treasures in heaven, for where the treasure is, your heart will be also.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if i were to chose, i would have to either chose the one i love, or to follow God.&lt;br /&gt;The only way for it to be otherwise, is that she gives up all her wealth and dreams, and we get married and live our lives for God.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that in the future, me and the one i love will be doing full time mission work together, to reap the harvest for God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5:3-10&lt;br /&gt;3"Blessed are the poor in spirit,&lt;br /&gt;for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;4Blessed are those who mourn,&lt;br /&gt;for they will be comforted.&lt;br /&gt;5Blessed are the meek,&lt;br /&gt;for they will inherit the earth.&lt;br /&gt;6Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;for they will be filled.&lt;br /&gt;7Blessed are the merciful,&lt;br /&gt;for they will be shown mercy.&lt;br /&gt;8Blessed are the pure in heart,&lt;br /&gt;for they will see God.&lt;br /&gt;9Blessed are the peacemakers,&lt;br /&gt;for they will be called sons of God.&lt;br /&gt;10Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-6643271814812614272?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/6643271814812614272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=6643271814812614272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/6643271814812614272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/6643271814812614272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-meant-to-be.html' title='Not Meant To Be?'/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-2355718327238204317</id><published>2009-08-09T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:08:07.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Albertine  - Brooke Fraser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting still &lt;br /&gt;I think of Angelique &lt;br /&gt;her mothers voice over me &lt;br /&gt;And the bullets in the wall where it fell silent &lt;br /&gt;And on a thousandth hill, I think of albertine &lt;br /&gt;there in her eyes what i dont see with my own &lt;br /&gt;rwanda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS] &lt;br /&gt;now that i have seen, I am responsible &lt;br /&gt;Faith without deeds is dead &lt;br /&gt;now that i have held you in my own arms, I cannot let go till you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a plane across a distant sea &lt;br /&gt;But i carry you in me &lt;br /&gt;and the dust on, the dust on, the dust on, thee dust on, the dust on my feet &lt;br /&gt;Rwanda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIGDE] &lt;br /&gt;I will tel the world, I will tell them where i've been &lt;br /&gt;I will keep my word &lt;br /&gt;I will tell them albertine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a stage, a thouand eyes on me &lt;br /&gt;I will tell them, Albertine &lt;br /&gt;I will tell them, Albertine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i have seen, I am responsible &lt;br /&gt;Faith without deeds is dead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so very true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-2355718327238204317?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/2355718327238204317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=2355718327238204317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/2355718327238204317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/2355718327238204317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2009/08/albertine-brooke-fraser-i-am-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-1740032144201490518</id><published>2009-08-08T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:56:46.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have decided. that instead of using all of my money that i am saving on myself,&lt;br /&gt;i shall instead have a ratio of 2:1. the 2 will be money that i am saving for mission trips,&lt;br /&gt;while the 1 will be the money for my trips around the world, my camera, and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;now for a song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You - Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always something &lt;br /&gt;In the way &lt;br /&gt;There's always something &lt;br /&gt;Getting through &lt;br /&gt;But it's not me &lt;br /&gt;it's You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime's ignorance &lt;br /&gt;Rings true &lt;br /&gt;But hope is not in &lt;br /&gt;What I know &lt;br /&gt;Not in me &lt;br /&gt;It's in You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find peace &lt;br /&gt;When I'm confused &lt;br /&gt;I find hope when &lt;br /&gt;I'm let down &lt;br /&gt;Not in me &lt;br /&gt;But in You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to lose myself &lt;br /&gt;For good &lt;br /&gt;I hope to find it in the end &lt;br /&gt;Not in me &lt;br /&gt;It's You &lt;br /&gt;It's all I know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-1740032144201490518?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/1740032144201490518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=1740032144201490518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/1740032144201490518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/1740032144201490518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-131163495938893318</id><published>2009-08-05T02:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T02:06:45.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dare you to move</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;Welcome to the planet  Welcome to existence  Everyone's here  Everyone's here  Everybody's watching you now  Everybody waits for you now  What happens next?  What happens next?   I dare you to move  I dare you to move  I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor  I dare you to move  I dare you to move  Like today never happened  Today never happened before   Welcome to the fallout  Welcome to resistance  The tension is here  The tension is here  Between who you are and who you could be  Between how it is and how it should be   I dare you to move  I dare you to move  I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor  I dare you to move  I dare you to move  Like today never happened  Today never happened   Maybe redemption has stories to tell  Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell  Where can you run to escape from yourself?  Where you gonna go?  Where you gonna go?  Salvation is here   I dare you to move  I dare you to move  I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor  I dare you to move  I dare you to move  Like today never happened  Today never happened  Today never happened  Today never happened before&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-131163495938893318?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/131163495938893318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=131163495938893318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/131163495938893318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/131163495938893318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dare-you-to-move.html' title='i dare you to move'/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-5111095686545151019</id><published>2009-07-29T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:05:19.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>while i'm waiting</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord &lt;br /&gt;And I am hopeful &lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord &lt;br /&gt;Though it is painful &lt;br /&gt;But patiently, I will wait &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move ahead, bold and confident &lt;br /&gt;Taking every step in obedience &lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I will serve You &lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I will worship &lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I will not faint &lt;br /&gt;I'll be running the race &lt;br /&gt;Even while I wait &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord &lt;br /&gt;And I am peaceful &lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord &lt;br /&gt;Though it's not easy &lt;br /&gt;But faithfully, I will wait &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will wait &lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I will serve you while I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-5111095686545151019?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/5111095686545151019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=5111095686545151019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/5111095686545151019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/5111095686545151019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2009/07/while-im-waiting.html' title='while i&apos;m waiting'/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-4429005793420766723</id><published>2009-07-27T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:30:31.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost and insecure, you found me, you found me.</title><content type='html'>Created for a place&lt;br /&gt;i've never known.&lt;br /&gt;yeah this is home&lt;br /&gt;now i'm finally where i belong&lt;br /&gt;where i belong&lt;br /&gt;yeah this is home&lt;br /&gt;i've been searching for a place of my own&lt;br /&gt;now i've found it &lt;br /&gt;yeah this is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now with the falling sky and the rain,&lt;br /&gt;We're awakening&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now with our desperate youth and the pain,&lt;br /&gt;We're awakening&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's called ambition, you've been talking in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;About a dream, we're awakening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week found me living for nothing but deadlines,&lt;br /&gt;With my dead beat sky but, this town doesn't look the same tonight&lt;br /&gt;These dreams started singing to me out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And in all my life I don't know that I ever felt so alive,&lt;br /&gt;Alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up kicking and screaming&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up kicking and screaming&lt;br /&gt;I want to know that my heart's still beating&lt;br /&gt;It's beating,&lt;br /&gt;I'm bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up kicking and screaming&lt;br /&gt;I want to live like I know what I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;I want to know that my heart's still beating&lt;br /&gt;It's beating... it's beating...&lt;br /&gt;I'm bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend gave me the best advice&lt;br /&gt;He said each day's a gift and not a given right&lt;br /&gt;Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind&lt;br /&gt;And try to take the path less traveled by&lt;br /&gt;That first step you take is the longest stride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-4429005793420766723?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/4429005793420766723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=4429005793420766723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/4429005793420766723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/4429005793420766723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-and-insecure-you-found-me-you.html' title='lost and insecure, you found me, you found me.'/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-7361232022012820272</id><published>2009-07-19T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:35:33.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything to me</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqqnUJmzcpM &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice, soothing song.( listened to it only after i saw it in my friend's personal message on msn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its been cheering me up when i feel down, especially in this period of time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where i feel i'm the only one against my classmates in LRM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank God for my secondary school friends. i can count on them no matter what, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're really good and friendly people, i wish i took the same course as them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead of going to business school, where there are so many projects to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it's just me, but i really think my classmates suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm all alone there, but at least i can get to sms my sec school friends, and when they reply, no matter what they say, that helps me alot, more then words can ever do to comfort me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really thank God for such great friends, although i really feel like punching walls, pulling my hair out, screaming my lungs out, running nowhere as fast as i can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really hope God can pull me through at least one more semester,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos next semester there will be a change of classes. i hope i get a good one then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remembered this song &amp;amp; i need God to help me to be like what the song is saying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;I grew up in Sunday school, I memorized the Golden Rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;And how Jesus came to set the sinner free&lt;br /&gt;I know the story inside out, and I can tell you all about the path that led Him up to Calvary&lt;br /&gt;But ask me why He loves me, and I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never be the same because He changed my life when He became...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Everything to me (everything to me)&lt;br /&gt;He's more than a story (more than a story)&lt;br /&gt;More than words on a page of history&lt;br /&gt;He is the air that I breathe (the air that I breathe), the water I thirst for (water I thirst for)&lt;br /&gt;And the ground beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;Oh He's everything, everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're living in uncertain times&lt;br /&gt;And more and more I find that I'm aware of just how fragile life can be&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell the world I've found, a love that turned my life around&lt;br /&gt;They need to know that they can taste and see&lt;br /&gt;Now everyday I'm prayin' (everday praying) just to give my heart away (give my heart away)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live for Jesus, so that someone else might see that He is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything to me (everything to me)&lt;br /&gt;He's more than a story (more than a story)&lt;br /&gt;More than words on a page of history (the air that I breathe)&lt;br /&gt;He's the air that I breathe (the air that I breathe), the water I thirst for (water I thirst for)&lt;br /&gt;And the ground beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;Oh He's everything, (oh He's everything to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lookin' back over my life at the end, (I'll go to meet You) I'll go to meet You, sayin You've been..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything to me&lt;br /&gt;More than a story&lt;br /&gt;More than words on a page of history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're everything to me (everything to me)&lt;br /&gt;You're more than a story (more than a story)&lt;br /&gt;More than words on a page of history&lt;br /&gt;You're the air that I breathe (the air that I breathe), the water I thirst for (water I thirst for)&lt;br /&gt;And the ground beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;You're everything&lt;br /&gt;Lord You're everything to me, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything, You're the water I thirst for&lt;br /&gt;You're everything to me, Jesus, oh&lt;br /&gt;Everything, You're the water I thirst for&lt;br /&gt;The air I breathe, the song I sing, oh&lt;br /&gt;Everything to me, everything to me&lt;br /&gt;You're my life, my love, everything&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/35833590-7361232022012820272?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/7361232022012820272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=7361232022012820272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/7361232022012820272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/7361232022012820272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-to-me.html' title='everything to me'/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-3128385833427260013</id><published>2009-07-14T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:25:30.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;The Call - Regina Specktor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;It started out as a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Which then grew into a hope&lt;br /&gt;Which then turned into a quiet thought&lt;br /&gt;Which then turned into a quiet word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then that word grew louder and louder&lt;br /&gt;'Til it was a battle cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When you call me&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because everything's changing&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean it's never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;Been this way before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;All you can do is try to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;Who your friends are&lt;br /&gt;As you head off to the war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick a star on the dark horizon&lt;br /&gt;And follow the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;When it's over&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;When it's over&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're back to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;It's just a feeling and no one knows yet&lt;br /&gt;But just because they can't feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean that you have to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your memories grow stronger and stronger&lt;br /&gt;'Til they're before your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When they call you&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When they call you&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye &lt;/span&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/35833590-3128385833427260013?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/3128385833427260013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=3128385833427260013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/3128385833427260013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;You're far more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;More precious than the oil&lt;br /&gt;The sum of my desires&lt;br /&gt;And the fullness of my joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prechorus:&lt;br /&gt;Like you spilled your blood,&lt;br /&gt;I spill my heart as an offering&lt;br /&gt;To my king&lt;br /&gt;Here i am, take me&lt;br /&gt;As an offering&lt;br /&gt;Here i am, giving every heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;For your glory take me&lt;br /&gt;The time that i have left&lt;br /&gt;Is all i have of worth&lt;br /&gt;I lay it at your feet, lord&lt;br /&gt;It's less than you deserve&lt;br /&gt;And though i've little strength&lt;br /&gt;And though my days are few,&lt;br /&gt;You gave your life for me&lt;br /&gt;So, i will live my life for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worthy, worthy&lt;br /&gt;You are worthy&lt;br /&gt;Worthy is the lord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-5964509153736790131?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/5964509153736790131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=5964509153736790131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/5964509153736790131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/5964509153736790131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-alabaster-jar-is-all-i-have-of.html' title=''/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-5585367894572572512</id><published>2009-07-11T20:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:39:27.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dream:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to lie down in green fields with the one of my dreams and just lie there and gaze at the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day, and night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;holding hands with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the field of green is boundless as far as our eyes can see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will run through the fields with her and laugh with not a worry in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is my idea of heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(71, 71, 71);   line-height: 23px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:15px;"&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance&lt;br /&gt; along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;And head back to the milky way&lt;br /&gt;And tell me, did venus blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;Was it everything you wanted to find&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/35833590-5585367894572572512?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/5585367894572572512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 19, 32); font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-7658489406079631933?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/7658489406079631933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=7658489406079631933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/7658489406079631933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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night&lt;br /&gt;Gave us the greatest gift of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We were the reason that He gave His life&lt;br /&gt;We were the reason that He suffered and died&lt;br /&gt;To a world that was lost 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 we learned more about gifts&lt;br /&gt;The giving of ourselves and what that means&lt;br /&gt;On a dark and cloudy day a man hung crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;All because of love &lt;br /&gt;All because of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the reason for living&lt;br /&gt;It’s in giving every part of my heart to Him (every part to Him)&lt;br /&gt;And all that I do every word that I say (you know I’ll be saying)&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be giving my all just for Him, for Him (every thing for Him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the reason that He gave His life&lt;br /&gt;We are the reason that He suffered and died&lt;br /&gt;To a world that was lost He gave all He could give (all that he could give all)&lt;br /&gt;To show us the reason to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#He is the reason to live&lt;br /&gt;(don’t you know do you know the reason&lt;br /&gt;that he came, oh he came to save us&lt;br /&gt;when he gave his life for us) he suffered and died&lt;br /&gt;To a world that was lost He gave everything (everything that He had He gave)&lt;br /&gt;To show us the reason to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chorus + # together&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know how I could thank Jesus all that he had all..&lt;br /&gt;*chorus + # together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;if it wasn't for us, he wouldn't have died.&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/35833590-3980080108438216485?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/3980080108438216485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=3980080108438216485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/3980080108438216485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/3980080108438216485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-little-children-we-would-dream-of.html' title=''/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-1973593595616552263</id><published>2009-06-18T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:40:17.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(170, 187, 204);   line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;Sometimes, we can preach our whole lives about You, but do we really know You?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we can sing our whole lives about You, but do we really know You?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we can teach the children, how to live their lives for Jesus, but do we really know You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(170, 187, 204);   line-height: 17px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(170, 187, 204);   line-height: 17px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(170, 187, 204);   line-height: 17px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't keep running away from the best thing that happened to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont keep throwing away the greatest gift of all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/35833590-1973593595616552263?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/1973593595616552263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=1973593595616552263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/1973593595616552263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/1973593595616552263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-we-can-preach-our-whole-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-7211073967605527851</id><published>2009-06-17T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:52:21.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(209, 213, 74); font-size: 9px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 67, 67); font-family: verdana; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;all of your nonsense is sense to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;your truth i take for any that can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;there are so many tough and trial times that will never seemed to go over. But His goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life =DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Learning to worship even in times of peace is harder compared to in time of a crisis yet God will always be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and then, there will always be some&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/35833590-7211073967605527851?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/7211073967605527851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=7211073967605527851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/7211073967605527851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/7211073967605527851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-of-your-nonsense-is-sense-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-9013436424242816681</id><published>2009-05-24T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:49:57.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to marine parade on friday. &lt;div&gt;there was this lady there selling tissue papers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 for a dollar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't expect anything except when i took the papers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was a paper stuck behind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it read from john 14:6 and was in both english and chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it ended at the bottom with the words abundant life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that struck a chord within me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how i wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-9013436424242816681?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/9013436424242816681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=9013436424242816681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/9013436424242816681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/9013436424242816681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2009/05/went-to-marine-parade-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-5627787862321007060</id><published>2009-05-18T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:35:57.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;When the impossibilities of life abound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus says, Remember Me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the God that makes all things possible,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you will only learn to trust in Me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the days are long &amp;amp; the nights are cold,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there seems to be no end in sight&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus says, Remember I created,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I made the heaven &amp;amp; the earth- the day &amp;amp; the night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you are in deep valleys &amp;amp; the wilderness of despair,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead of worrying or thinking about how tired &amp;amp; weak you are,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus says, Remember Me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was tried in the wilderness .I was there just where you are!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When sadness &amp;amp; sorrow comes to call&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all you can do is weep &amp;amp; cry a mournful song&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus says, Remember I wept,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is when you are weak that I become strong!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When life starts to get you down,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead of wishing on a bright far away star,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus says, Remember Me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m the one who placed the stars where they are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you feel tired, weak, and broken,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it seems that life is passing &amp;amp; you cannot win,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus says, Remember Gethsemane,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I endured Agony in the Garden- I bore your sin!&lt;span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you have pain and suffering&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you can’t seem to comprehend or understand why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus says, Remember Golgotha,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I endured intense suffering on the cross -so you wouldn’t have to die!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you are sad, discouraged, troubled &amp;amp; lonely,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it seems that you are all alone without value or worth to men&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus says, Remember My Word,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It says, “I will be with you always even unto the end of the world,” Amen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy Grant - El Shaddai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;El Shaddai, El Shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;El-Elyon na Adonai,&lt;br /&gt;Age to age You're still the same,&lt;br /&gt;By the power of the name.&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai, El Shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;Erkahmka na Adonai,&lt;br /&gt;We will praise and lift You high,&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through your love and through the ram,&lt;br /&gt;You saved the son of Abraham;&lt;br /&gt;Through the power of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;Turned the sea into dry land.&lt;br /&gt;To the outcast on her knees,&lt;br /&gt;You were the God who really sees,&lt;br /&gt;And by Your might,&lt;br /&gt;You set Your children free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai, El Shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;El-Elyon na Adonai,&lt;br /&gt;Age to age You're still the same,&lt;br /&gt;By the power of the name.&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai, El Shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;Erkahmka na Adonai,&lt;br /&gt;We will praise and lift You high,&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years You made it clear,&lt;br /&gt;That the time of Christ was near,&lt;br /&gt;Though the people couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;What Messiah ought to be.&lt;br /&gt;Though Your Word contained the plan,&lt;br /&gt;They just would not understand&lt;br /&gt;Your most awesome work was done&lt;br /&gt;Through the frailty of Your Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai, El Shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;El-Elyon na Adonai,&lt;br /&gt;Age to age You're still the same,&lt;br /&gt;By the power of the name.&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai, El Shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;Erkahmka na Adonai,&lt;br /&gt;I will praise you 'till I die,&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai, El Shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;El-Elyon na Adonai,&lt;br /&gt;Age to age You're still the same,&lt;br /&gt;By the power of the name.&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai, El Shaddai,&lt;br /&gt;Erkahmka na Adonai,&lt;br /&gt;I will praise you 'till I die.&lt;br /&gt;El Shaddai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-5627787862321007060?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/5627787862321007060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=5627787862321007060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/5627787862321007060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/5627787862321007060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2009/05/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me'/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-2995232270615480549</id><published>2009-03-21T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:33:48.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT AWAKENING.    I KNOW IT IS HAPPENING.</title><content type='html'>Lord pour out Your Spirit,&lt;div&gt;on all the people of the earth;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let Your sons and daughters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speak Your words of prophesy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Send us dreams and visions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reveal the secrets of Your heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord our faith is rising,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let all heaven sound the coming of the King. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's gonna be a great awakening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's gonna be a great revival in this land;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's gonna be a great awakening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an everyone who calls on Jesus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they will be saved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord pour out Your Spirit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on all the nations of the world:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let them see Your glory,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let them fall in reverent awe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show Your mighty power,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shake the heavens and the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord the world is waiting, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let creation see the coming of Your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's gonna be a great awakening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's gonna be a great revival in this land;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's gonna be a great awakening, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everyone who calls on Jesus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they will be saved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-2995232270615480549?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/2995232270615480549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=2995232270615480549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/2995232270615480549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/2995232270615480549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-awakening-i-know-it-is-happening.html' title='GREAT AWAKENING.    I KNOW IT IS HAPPENING.'/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-7700202074016082999</id><published>2009-02-01T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:31:07.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BLESSINGS (:</title><content type='html'>1) God has blessed me with a good family. (:&lt;div&gt;2)God has blessed me with good friends. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)God has blessed me with a home. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)God has blessed me with Jesus dying on the cross for my sins. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)God has blessed me with good peers that i can look up to. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)God has blessed me with a phone. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)God has blessed me with clothing. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8)God has blessed me with a guitar. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9)God has blessed me by letting me grow in a christian family. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10)God has blessed me by helping me to grow spiritually. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11)God has blessed me with a psp. camera, tv, macbook. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12)God has blessed me fully, with his wonderful and abundant love (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shall bless the lord always, his name shall always be on my lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-7700202074016082999?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/7700202074016082999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=7700202074016082999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/7700202074016082999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/7700202074016082999'/><link 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for Resourceful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V stands for Venturing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E stands for Encompassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bible verse for SERVE is from Mark 10:45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For even the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah i think this verse is really meaningful(: speaks alot too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shows us that Jesus really humbled himself, to die for our sins, he took our place and saved us by doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we need to start living our lives by the word, which is the bible. and i like this particular verse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 timothy 3:16-17. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it says "All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be throughly equipped for every good work." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my group in SERVE is called TRANSFORMERS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have 19 people in the group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah Tso, Ng Jun Kai, Walter Tan, Matthew Tay, James Ng, Juanita Kong, Andre Ang, Ho Hui Shan, Michelle Tan, Valarie, Gabriel Low, Rachel Lim, Pearl Wee, Han Yang, Cannan, Amelia Sng, Kenny Khairon, Clara, me and PASTOR FU MAN! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're a really cool bunch, i have fun with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really glad to have this group of people to hang around with, especially so because they're all christians too! haha. just recently we had our sentosa outing! it was very fun, and we went with another group, Doulos, which means servant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone at serve is great, they're all a great bunch, and i've been learning more about God, my identity in christ, the word of Christ, the Lordship of Christ and so much more. they're all really relevant to our lives and we can apply what we learn everyday. i have also learnt alot from Pastor Fu Man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new year resolution is to read the whole bible in a year. and so far i have finished the gospel of mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really learning what it means to live in Christ likeness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i pray that i will remember what i learn in SERVE and live my life in Christ likeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any of you are waiting for your "O" or "A" level results, you could join this program next year. or the year after next. actually it'll be on every year. er please if you really do have time, do go for SERVE. i did and it realy changed my outlook on life. right now we're being involved in a project, we're supposed to be doing our respective responsibilitys for the day we're supposed to go to st margarets primary school. we are also gonna have an attachment at the end of SERVE, and my group gets to go to Simei Care Center! haha i know we'll have a good time over there and may God bless us, that we might bring some of them to Christ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-6152030499926184589?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/6152030499926184589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=6152030499926184589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/6152030499926184589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/6152030499926184589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-things-have-changed.html' title='how things have changed (:'/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-5507741123285319542</id><published>2008-12-14T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:56:25.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are broken</title><content type='html'>how is it possible for two cerebum,&lt;div&gt;different in many ways, to think alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making the impossible possible will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never be possible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why are emotions created to just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like that of roller coasters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up and down so swiftly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am to vow to never cry again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will be that of a cactus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keeping my water on the inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my thorns on the outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to protect me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will see you in the light of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a thousand suns,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hear you in the sound of waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the words of a bitter sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if only it were so simple,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to cruise through life smelling roses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the air i wanna breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the aroma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hide behind a mask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the mask as a shield to look at what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;others can never see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;words that i dare not utter are flooding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying hard to embrace the life that you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having the courage to finally let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the personal life deeply lived always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;expands into truths beyond itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tears on my pillow wherever you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll cry me a river that leads to your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll never see me fall apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its just emotion taking me over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caught up in sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lost in the song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never felt like this in a longest time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant believe this is happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seems like my fairy world is gonna crash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'you are a great person but shit always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happens to you'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice. coming from someone close like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be straight forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you dont know how to play the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;game right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just thinking about the days that lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes me sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for people like you never should have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;existed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get a life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop trying to be someone you arent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll be better off as yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-5507741123285319542?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/5507741123285319542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=5507741123285319542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/5507741123285319542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/5507741123285319542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-are-broken.html' title='we are broken'/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-7001513582713552229</id><published>2008-12-13T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:35:45.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really miss you and i don't know why the days are longer&lt;div&gt;when you're gone away but i called you today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to hear you say you were not around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna tell you the weather is fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the night comes around you're on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of your nonsense is sense to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your truth i'll take for any that can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll suffocate in the fruit that you bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my strength, it will take all of time to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recount,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how your strength do i see as my strength's font&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in this death, unlike you, i've lost all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lonely is just one word chosen to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;represent so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to tell of feelings inside that the senses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cannot touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it can be in the teardrops on a bereaved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;person's cheek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the silence of sorrows too deep to speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it haunts a deserted room that laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once made proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surrounds you when you're alone or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finds you in a crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;penetrates the solitude of nights that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will not end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will not listen to the pleadings of a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it stays and torments until new love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shatters it apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/35833590-7001513582713552229?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/7001513582713552229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=7001513582713552229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/7001513582713552229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/7001513582713552229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-miss-you-and-i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-311524900120828715</id><published>2008-12-10T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:10:37.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>God knows whether you understand how i really feel.&lt;div&gt;it's just so freaking tiring and wearisome to always make the first move to find out how you were,your work, your life blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i, being your friend(close friend it used to be), was being the caring one, just in ase you needed me by your side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is how you treat me, expecting me not to think too much about it, and not bothering to call me and talk about the issue and clean things up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friendship doesn't only survive on being 'high' where everything is 'love' here 'love' there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or seeing/calling each other everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's about being there for one another all the time, even though we may not be physically there together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i feel that it wasn't the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's basically just one-sided effort which just can't go on forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't you realise that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not that i'm timid or afraid of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just want to see how much you really treasure this friendship enough to salvage it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seems like it isn't the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to think i was kind of there for you most of the time since we got to know each other better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but well, not as if you tell me everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess you need your other friends more than you need me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is this what i really deserve?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-311524900120828715?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/311524900120828715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=311524900120828715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/311524900120828715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/311524900120828715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2008/12/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-2987855224642826500</id><published>2007-08-28T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:05:27.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy</title><content type='html'>i just love this song that is on now. i took the song from Glorianne. sorry i copied you Glorianne!haha. i wonder, if i go for mission trips, who would want to go with me for the trips? and today very sian, at class spent most of the time sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;After School ms Ng spent time to help me with my chinese and after that went to TM to buy something but found out i didnt have enough money. Then proceeded to b1 to buy a teachers day present for Ms Ng in appreciation. A message lolly from famous amous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-2987855224642826500?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/2987855224642826500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=2987855224642826500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/2987855224642826500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/2987855224642826500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2007/08/today_28.html' title='sleepy'/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-116228348231441238</id><published>2006-10-31T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T16:31:22.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better than life</title><content type='html'>Better than the riches of this world&lt;br /&gt;Better than the sound of my friend's voices&lt;br /&gt;Better than the biggest dreams of my heart&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the start&lt;br /&gt;Better than getting what I say I need&lt;br /&gt;Better than living the life that I want to&lt;br /&gt;Better than the love anyone could giveYour love is&lt;br /&gt;You hold me now in Your arms&lt;br /&gt;And never let me go&lt;br /&gt;You Oh Lord make the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;And the moon light in the night sky&lt;br /&gt;You give me breath and all Your love&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart to You because&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop falling in love with You&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop falling in love with You&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop falling in love with You&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop falling in love with You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-116228348231441238?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/116228348231441238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=116228348231441238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/116228348231441238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/116228348231441238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2006/10/better-than-life.html' title='better than life'/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-116228196297419048</id><published>2006-10-31T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T16:06:02.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"I will praise the Lord all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as i live."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalms 146:2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-116228196297419048?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/116228196297419048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=116228196297419048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/116228196297419048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/116228196297419048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-will-praise-lord-all-my-life-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-116191627042136559</id><published>2006-10-27T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T10:31:10.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Roses are red, with stems of green, your breath smells bad, use more listerine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-116191627042136559?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/116191627042136559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=116191627042136559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/116191627042136559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/116191627042136559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2006/10/roses.html' title='Roses'/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-116191617274466976</id><published>2006-10-27T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T10:29:32.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If you wanna be somebody, if you wanna go somewhere, you better wake up and pay some attention.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-116191617274466976?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/116191617274466976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=116191617274466976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/116191617274466976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/116191617274466976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-you-wanna-be-somebody-if-you-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35833590.post-116191606109396389</id><published>2006-10-27T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T10:27:41.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we will worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We will worship the king of kings,we will worship the lamb of glory,we will worship the king. And with our hands lifted high, we will worship and sing and with our hands lifted high, we come before you rejoicing.And when the world wonders why,we'll just tell them we're loving the king, woahhh. And if the world wonders why we'll just tell them we're loving the king, woahhhh, we'll just tell the we're loving the king. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35833590-116191606109396389?l=iamkirby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/feeds/116191606109396389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35833590&amp;postID=116191606109396389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/116191606109396389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35833590/posts/default/116191606109396389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamkirby.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-will-worship.html' title='we will worship'/><author><name>I love Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04312042445399954884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
