<?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-5450043301483866385</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:15:22.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Less Travelled.</title><subtitle type='html'>A deeper journey into His love and grace:)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450043301483866385/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>audie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxWPioChNuA/SK0UdEnxtnI/AAAAAAAAAaY/OIIIb75oeoA/S220/Image183.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450043301483866385.post-2279313076340433373</id><published>2010-05-24T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:14:50.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i pray..</title><content type='html'>Dear God, i pray for all my friends right now. having their tests Biochemistry and future ones during today. I pray for your grace and peace to go with them, as they go forth and do their practicals or test. I lay their burden at the foot of the corss. they may feel inadequate or incapable, but i know that you're in control and that u'll guide them and lead them to you. Let their desires to pass be given unto them.&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, i pray for myself, i pray for my genetics test later in the day. i pray tat you will give me the confidence and stride to go on even when it doesn't work out. Praise Be Your name. Let me glorify you and honour you. let others see me , and they see you.I know that you will fight these battles for me. I praise and give thanks. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450043301483866385-2279313076340433373?l=thebaystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2279313076340433373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450043301483866385/posts/default/2279313076340433373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450043301483866385/posts/default/2279313076340433373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-pray.html' title='i pray..'/><author><name>audie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxWPioChNuA/SK0UdEnxtnI/AAAAAAAAAaY/OIIIb75oeoA/S220/Image183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450043301483866385.post-3628303468263888901</id><published>2010-05-11T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:05:25.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>need my daily dose of sunshine.</title><content type='html'>yeaps, it seems that i need sunshine to actually spark my "sunshiny-ness"....A friend told me,once, that some people needed the sun[or sunshine] for them to be happy. Maybe i fall in that category...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The " I need to see the sun in the morning-So that I won't be Grouchy the whole day" Category....okay, that's a pretty long-worded category.scratch that..&lt;strike&gt;" I need to see the sun in the morning-So that I won't be Grouchy the whole day"&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, where were we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the most amazing song by Parachute Band: Liberty(Halleujah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When my soul is weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I sing God strengthen me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I find myself in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I sing God rescue me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When my troubles overwhelm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I sing God bring your peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lord your one and only Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is all I ever need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your love has set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; By your offering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Our Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In You I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I stand in liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If my world comes crashing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In Your love I'll be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In this freedom I receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Causes me to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i listened to this, i could listen to it over and over again...IN LIBERTY..i'm free..and that's what my reading was about today..It was about living in the Spirit- and comes with the freedom to live.To live the way God intended us to Live...we're so different- in so many ways...ie. the way we think, the way we learn, the different seasons of [my]life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really brought a perspective to me- I finally understood where I've been coming, my sudden urge to start this journey. It's my season to pick myself up from all those times, where i've been doing it out of obligation;because i had to...SO NOW: IT'S MY TIME. My LIFE, My Choices(With God's help,of course)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, I wanna do this, because I want to love you more...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live for you &amp;amp; live in your spirit&lt;br /&gt;The way you've set my purpose to be...&lt;br /&gt;Let me find you,even in the midst of my struggles..&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOUxoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450043301483866385-3628303468263888901?l=thebaystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3628303468263888901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/2010/05/need-my-daily-dose-of-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450043301483866385/posts/default/3628303468263888901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450043301483866385/posts/default/3628303468263888901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/2010/05/need-my-daily-dose-of-sunshine.html' title='need my daily dose of sunshine.'/><author><name>audie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxWPioChNuA/SK0UdEnxtnI/AAAAAAAAAaY/OIIIb75oeoA/S220/Image183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450043301483866385.post-17211071319049339</id><published>2010-05-09T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:36:54.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A joy in everything i do...now that's gg to be task.</title><content type='html'>As i was reading my daily devotions[ The Me I want to be- John Ortberg], i came across a particular chapter that talks about going with the "flow" of the spirit....at first, i thought-"I've gotta be holier[if there's such a word]"....the topic was asking WHAT BRINGS ME TO LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;1. spending time with people i love and care&lt;br /&gt;2. cooking/baking&lt;br /&gt;3. learning a new skills[ like surfing!!]&lt;br /&gt;4. writing a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then ,John talks about the textbook-answers that people normally give when asked HOW IS SPIRITUAL WALK GOING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....oh, i ought to be more discipline..."&lt;br /&gt;    "....haven't really been doing much..i wish i could sing...."&lt;br /&gt;"....it makes feel guilty knowing that i've done it in a long while...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaps, sounds like me[does it-to you?]...there were definitely times where i know i skipped a beat; in some ways selfish, that i just wanted to do things my way;i wanted to take a break, without feeling guilty you know?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, the author reiterates...It's not about what you do with the Spirit...It's the quality[of presence] and interaction with the Spirit while I'm doing what I'm doing....strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's like doing something with you best friend. Just by spending time, doing the meaningless things with them, is still spending time with them. Every moment counts. It's not because you have to[ John uses Ought]...but it's because you want to...because you love them....because you love spending time with them. I guess it's the same thing with your [spiritual]walk with the Spirit/God/Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about waking up at 4am and praying for an hour[and then falling head flat on the pillow infront of you], NO!. It's about, what i would call it, ACKNOWLEDGING His presence in everything we do. In every joy, every pain, every struggle, He's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from today onwards, I know that in Whatever I Do, He's there. He's there with me, whispering joy, peace and love, into my ear...reminding Me of His presence[ i'm so loving this!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy each day+ Presence of the Spirit[God]...and Let your day be filled with His miracles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST ME. it's going to be amazing!...&lt;br /&gt;AMEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450043301483866385-17211071319049339?l=thebaystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/17211071319049339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/2010/05/joy-in-everything-i-donow-thats-gg-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450043301483866385/posts/default/17211071319049339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450043301483866385/posts/default/17211071319049339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/2010/05/joy-in-everything-i-donow-thats-gg-to.html' title='A joy in everything i do...now that&apos;s gg to be task.'/><author><name>audie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxWPioChNuA/SK0UdEnxtnI/AAAAAAAAAaY/OIIIb75oeoA/S220/Image183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450043301483866385.post-6288370550081999497</id><published>2010-05-06T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:20:22.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i'm too tired to think</title><content type='html'>It was definitely one of those weeks, where i wouldn't give anything to have a day to myself. Just being able to go down to the beach [which i think i need and MUST go down this weekend] or sit down in the sun with a book in hand. But no, Life isn't always fair and sweet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i[try] to begin each day with a new reading of the Psalm, i went in"plunging" into my daily devotionals. It started with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 4&lt;/span&gt; and [nearly] ended with a HUH?!...in this psalm, David sings to God, in desperation, wondering why his people are disappointing him and why they're trying to down his spirits. But as usual, David takes delight and hope in the fact that God's merciful and hears his cry. In Verse 7,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You have put more joy and rejoicing in my heart than [they know] when  their wheat and new wine have yielded abundantly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I started with this, i met a friend at the Science Cafe and had Chai latte( although, it was more of a latte than anything with Chai in it). We sat down and talked about life and spiritual warfares....and it came to my mind, that our lives, especially as christians, receive the most "ups and  downs" than anyone can imagine. It's filled with spiritual battles- " it is the struggle between resentment, anger, greed....."-John Ortberg. And i totally agree with it...even in my sleep! and then Verse 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...In peace I will both lie  down and sleep, for You, Lord, alone make me dwell in safety and  confident trust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN LORD!!![ been having trouble sleeping, but know this! I'm free!!!Shout His praise!!]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm definitely going home, with a heavy heart and head.....but sleeping with His pillow and cushion of Peace and Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450043301483866385-6288370550081999497?l=thebaystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6288370550081999497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-im-too-tired-to-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450043301483866385/posts/default/6288370550081999497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450043301483866385/posts/default/6288370550081999497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-im-too-tired-to-think.html' title='when i&apos;m too tired to think'/><author><name>audie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxWPioChNuA/SK0UdEnxtnI/AAAAAAAAAaY/OIIIb75oeoA/S220/Image183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450043301483866385.post-8433435237442838038</id><published>2010-05-02T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:31:29.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLANTING a SEED in the most unsuspecting ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalms 1(NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 1 Blessed is the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       or stand in the way of sinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       or sit in the seat of mockers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 2 But his delight is in the law of the LORD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       and on his law he meditates day and night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3 He is like a tree planted by streams of water,&lt;br /&gt;   which yields its fruit in season&lt;br /&gt;   and whose leaf does not wither.&lt;br /&gt;   Whatever he does prospers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 4 Not so the wicked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       They are like chaff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       that the wind blows away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 5 Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 6 For the LORD watches over the way of the righteous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       but the way of the wicked will perish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t all began in the morning, when I decided this is going to be the start of my change, my journey to become the ME I want to be( Thank You, John Ortberg!)..I'm beginning to slowly see(it's been just one day...maybe it's just my optimism) the changes in my Spirit. I have the urge to be patient, to not worry, to want to indulge myself in His word, more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I purchased this book, I've a sense of drawing to know about my identity and purpose here in WA for God, from God....&amp;amp; I'm enjoying every minute of it!....I truly believe that it's God's divine power because I decided to start on a Chapter-A-Day series with the BIBLE( thanks Julie &amp;amp; Julia for giving me the inspiration to do a blog)...But i'm giving myself a time-limit 'cause I believe I won't restrict my journey with God to a year or 2 years...but I want this to last a lifetime:D...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've  come to the part of the book, that titles: THE ME I AM &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEANT&lt;/span&gt; TO BE!..and it talks about Growth; God planting a seed, a whisper of encouragement into our lives:)) SO REJOICE!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above,in Psalms( yes, i've decided to start on the LOVE song book)1, it talks about the opening "music&amp;amp;lyrics" of DAVID's journey with God. You know, I think in all the books I've come across, I think David's book of Songs is one of the most honest and revealing books. Their( God's &amp;amp;David's) relationship is as transparent as glass; I don't remember seeing any relationship as clear as this( every relationship has a secret...Trust me, it's there:S)So as I was reading this, one verse really struck me, Verse 3.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;...He is like a tree planted by streams of water,&lt;br /&gt;    which yields its fruit in season&lt;br /&gt;   and whose leaf does not  wither.&lt;br /&gt;   Whatever he does prospers...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; was definitely amazed as this was truly reflecting the book's idea of God's desire for me to GROW!He created the idea of GROWTH! He whispers to my spirit, firmly planting me by streams of water, ready to harvest my fruit/s of the season. I know this is where God wants me to be right now. TO GROW FOR ME. Honestly, I think I've been neglecting my spirit man for so long( with my past, my desires for a relationship, my desire for a degree; for a better life for my family, the need to want to grow up...and get it over and done with.....)....i know right, that's a long list of wants....Then the question will be: Do you want to know Your Heavenly Father?....that's the beauty of Australia..You see His true creation all year round; be it people you meet or the nature that blossoms right in front of you, even the weirdest bunch of misfits you'd probably see on a Friday....that's the BEAUTY right there. There's a freedom in Knowing that He's there, tending to you, like a rose bush( I'd like to be a lily..but lilies don't grow in bushes...)Nevertheless, He opens my eyes and lets me in on the truth, that He's tending to my soul and spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450043301483866385-8433435237442838038?l=thebaystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8433435237442838038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/2010/05/planting-seed-in-most-unsuspecting-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450043301483866385/posts/default/8433435237442838038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450043301483866385/posts/default/8433435237442838038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/2010/05/planting-seed-in-most-unsuspecting-me.html' title='PLANTING a SEED in the most unsuspecting ME'/><author><name>audie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxWPioChNuA/SK0UdEnxtnI/AAAAAAAAAaY/OIIIb75oeoA/S220/Image183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450043301483866385.post-4704138599807052827</id><published>2010-04-04T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T06:38:55.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how could i not see the signs?</title><content type='html'>i've always wondered why God made us?I mean, before the snake tempted them, Adam and Eve were happily living in ultimate bliss. No care or worry in the world. Caretakers of this world. If God, you knew that we wouldn't be capable of being with you, why did you continue to let us live?Why not start all over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply. Because I loved you,unconditionally. No strings attached. My love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cared for someone like that before. ( for this, i shall reference the person as It. it's better to distance myself from the object of disappointment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cared for It much. i honestly, thought, that living with It would improve any relationship i had with It. So It and I moved in, shared our problems, cried our guts out( both happy and sad)...and just one day, It decided to not talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbfounded. No, it wasn't It. It was me. i was dumbfounded.No one, not even our families, could understand this bizzare behaviour. bizzare,It was.I was definitely disappointed. I thought i had put in enough effort, to make this last- a friendship with It. We nearly planned our moving-in together. But alas, it has failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there was a temperature lower than the lowest temperature on earth, i think the Cold war:It and Me would beat that. Hands down, given that we've got hands after the frostbite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450043301483866385-4704138599807052827?l=thebaystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4704138599807052827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-could-i-not-see-signs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450043301483866385/posts/default/4704138599807052827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450043301483866385/posts/default/4704138599807052827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-could-i-not-see-signs.html' title='how could i not see the signs?'/><author><name>audie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxWPioChNuA/SK0UdEnxtnI/AAAAAAAAAaY/OIIIb75oeoA/S220/Image183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450043301483866385.post-8019533664404466393</id><published>2010-04-04T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T06:13:49.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>run and there it hit me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A prologue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To a simple, yet diverting story&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...it was such a simple dinner. another one of those ready-cheese it-dinners.placing them into the microwave...you know, when you're upset with someone and you use cooking as a mean to vent your anger out.Well poor vegetables, but then again, they won't feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingredients&lt;br /&gt;1/2(whole)chicken;pre-baked&lt;br /&gt;1 onion&lt;br /&gt;1 tomato&lt;br /&gt;200ml green beans&lt;br /&gt;2tbs tomato paste&lt;br /&gt;4tbs water&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of rice&lt;br /&gt;a sprinkle of cheese( for the microwave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the moment where you carefully think of how to place them. not plating, but rather the step-by-step method of cooking these things. some might throw the tomatoes in first, others the onions. i'd go with the latter. onions bring out a better sense of aroma and colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just one of those days. Yes, one of those days where you have to deal with the ups-and-downs of living alone, out in the city. the concrete jungle can be a cruel and crude place for any 21-something-year old. there are no vultures hovering to scavenge your last remaining carcass. just lions and tigers ready to divulge your every wrong move- right into their trap. SNAP! any form of entertainment is the silver outline of the television and your already-prepared dinner before hand. you sit on your smelly-rented couch and stare as the pictures start moving. And surprisingly, you find that amusing.yes, you occasionally let a laugh out. Occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad isn't it?When you're meant to be living the best days of your life out there-exploring every aspect of your youth.But no, you're at home,writing the memoirs. your memoirs in case you're forgotten....."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5450043301483866385-8019533664404466393?l=thebaystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8019533664404466393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/2010/04/run-and-there-it-hit-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450043301483866385/posts/default/8019533664404466393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5450043301483866385/posts/default/8019533664404466393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaystories.blogspot.com/2010/04/run-and-there-it-hit-me.html' title='run and there it hit me.'/><author><name>audie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VxWPioChNuA/SK0UdEnxtnI/AAAAAAAAAaY/OIIIb75oeoA/S220/Image183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
