<?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-21756990</id><updated>2011-12-15T13:32:24.038+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering the Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>The purpose of this blog is two fold.
- Its to let people know whats happening in my life
- And to act as a sound board, where I can reveil what I'm wrestling with at the time, but also a place where people can tell me what they think about what has just been said.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-4260357418670573539</id><published>2007-06-23T10:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T10:35:15.579+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Being Earnest - check it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;ey guys,&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;This is the new show I'm involved with. Thought you may like a sneak&lt;br&gt; preview...&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST&lt;br&gt; - The Complete Bunbury Experience.&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;It's Oscar Wilde's classic, but combined with a whole 19th century&lt;br&gt; experience for the audience - ballroom dancing, croquet, cucumber&lt;br&gt; sandwiches... It promises to be a lot of fun and we're all pretty excited &lt;br&gt; about it.&lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;August 16th - Sept 1st&lt;br&gt; Memorial Hall in Hawthorn.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Book it in! Tickets go on sale in a fortnight.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; watch &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/candlelight_productions"&gt;www.myspace.com/candlelight_productions &lt;/a&gt;for more info&lt;br&gt; or email your contact details to &lt;a href="mailto:info@candlelightproductions.com.au"&gt;info@candlelightproductions.com.au&lt;/a&gt; to be&lt;br&gt; kept in the loop.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";color:#1F497D'&gt;  &lt;hr size=2 width="100%" align=center&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; color:#1F497D'&gt;Anthony Wilson&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:5.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; color:#1F497D'&gt;03 9762 7925&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; color:#1F497D'&gt;0405 020 780&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; color:#1F497D'&gt;anthony@candlelightproductions.com.au &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:5.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; color:#1F497D'&gt;Candlelight Productions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; color:#1F497D'&gt;Lighting Director&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:4.5pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.5pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; color:#1F497D'&gt;COMMUNITY | CREATIVITY | SERVICE | EXCELLENCE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.candlelightproductions.com.au"&gt;www.candlelightproductions.com.au&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/21756990-4260357418670573539?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4260357418670573539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=4260357418670573539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/4260357418670573539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/4260357418670573539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/importance-of-being-earnest-check-it.html' title='The Importance of Being Earnest - check it out!'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116463188247875919</id><published>2006-11-27T23:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:45:38.403+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE MOVED</title><content type='html'>Hey guys just letting you all know that 'Discovering The Heart' has now moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still a few processes happening, but any new blog posts will be located at the new site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.discohire.com.au/blog/"&gt;http://blog.discohire.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://blog.discohire.com.au/"&gt;CLICK ME THROUGH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/21756990-116463188247875919?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116463188247875919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116463188247875919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116463188247875919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116463188247875919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;VE MOVED'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116446355510748183</id><published>2006-11-26T00:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:05:55.140+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ice</title><content type='html'>Well you guys seem to be enjoying my posts about work so heres something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently our Ice supplier changed the packaging that the ice comes in, and see if you notice anything interesting in these photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5209/641/1600/153758/23112006172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5209/641/200/957541/23112006172.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5209/641/1600/962512/23112006173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5209/641/200/556034/23112006173.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes our new ice has a nutrional chart and an expiry date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bizarre.&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/21756990-116446355510748183?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116446355510748183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116446355510748183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116446355510748183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116446355510748183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-ice.html' title='New Ice'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116446167615370374</id><published>2006-11-26T00:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:34:36.173+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WE of the 18th</title><content type='html'>Well last weekend I made the trip back to Frankston to give my mate (Jono) a hand with the Youth Launch at his and my parent's church. The event started at 5 on Fri evening and ran through till after lunch on Sat.  Sleeping was never expected, but then we had activities basically going all through the night. It was an absolutly crazy night, and I think the kids were just as excusted as us leaders (However only me and Jono did the whole event through).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/120/305652659_2a889a756b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/120/305652659_2a889a756b_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the challenges that we gave them was to build a pyrimid as high as they could. We did get there, but this was when i was on the bottom and therefore i didn't get a photo, but i may get one from someone elses camera and i will put it on Flickr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was a great time and I'm not sure whatelse to say about it :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-116446167615370374?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116446167615370374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116446167615370374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116446167615370374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116446167615370374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-of-18th.html' title='WE of the 18th'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116446070345808858</id><published>2006-11-26T00:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:18:23.460+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Domain Registar Issues</title><content type='html'>Yes I have more issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if any of you have noticed but my email address has been down for the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when my hosting partner decided to sell out and I didn't want to do business with the new partner, so I found myself a new host for my site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to change the Name server (which basically tells your computer where my site is when you type in the address, well not really, but it will do). Anyways, for whatever reason they had some issue in doing this at the Registar, so last weekend I decided to also cahnge Registars, but now i have to wait even longer as for various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does it mean.&lt;br /&gt;- I dont have a website at www.discohire.com.au&lt;br /&gt;- I dont have any emial addresses beneather that domain&lt;br /&gt;- which also means this new question box doesn't work, and the emails wont get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atm if you wnat to email me us the same name @wilcom.net.au&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-116446070345808858?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116446070345808858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116446070345808858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116446070345808858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116446070345808858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/domain-registar-issues.html' title='Domain Registar Issues'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116446031721552767</id><published>2006-11-26T00:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:11:57.230+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Blog Issues</title><content type='html'>Well I've had some issues with Life Blog which syncs my photos, videos, and messages from my phone, and also uploads them to Flickr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways its working now, and now I have the motivation that will go along with a few of the photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stick around guys and bear with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-116446031721552767?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116446031721552767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116446031721552767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116446031721552767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116446031721552767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-blog-issues.html' title='Life Blog Issues'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116419580106470607</id><published>2006-11-22T22:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:43:21.103+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Calendar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/St-Lukes-2007-Calendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/St-Lukes-2007-Calendar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been one of my lastest projects recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weekend I went and visited Frankston and did some things and visited some people, and while i was their my parents Vicar pulled me aside and asked if i could have a look at a Calendar that they had someone had made for them, but had been sent back from the printers for several reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original design was done at a very low res, in the wrong ratio, and the wrong colour formats. So I decided that I would just design it for them as the and find a new image (as they didn't have the PSD file)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's what I've made. Hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want one let me know and we can get you one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-116419580106470607?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116419580106470607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116419580106470607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116419580106470607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116419580106470607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/2007-calendar.html' title='2007 Calendar'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116350811121314267</id><published>2006-11-14T23:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:41:51.226+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexmania</title><content type='html'>I hope I don’t get too personal her guys, and if you feel odd then click away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Shock Docks tonight on Ch9, which was titled sexmania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its interesting to see the back grounds of these self professed 'sex addicts'. However interesting is probably the wrong word. The things that fill these people backgrounds are quite often very normal, and they have either had then exaggerated or they've simply taken the next step from what would be a safe position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me its scary, because I have found myself relating to way too much of it. One of the female 'sex addicts' was talking about how much sexual actions were filling her life, and if she couldn't get it, then she would eat, and basically what she had done was to only give herself two choices; Go have sex with her boyfriend, or go and eat a meal. The person she was talking to posed a question and asked whether it was because there wasn't much true communication in her relationship with her partner. What was found was that she was scared about how her partner would react to what she may say, and has an issue with vulnerability and sex was an easy way to avoid that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we had another gentleman talk about how he has that sexual part of him that just needs to be fulfilled. Now it was interesting to see how this guy fills this sexual void. However now I'm going to fill in a few gaps here. This void that I speak of, especially in my life, doesn't have to be filled with sexual based 'stuff' however stuff to do with sex can be really easy to fill this spot, especially since I live alone, and have done for basically 2 years now. Now the struggle is to go through my own life and find what things are missing or are just being overlooked to help with the sense that this 'spot' in my life is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some of you may have noticed that I haven’t mentioned God at all in this entry, and this is something that I know is an issue for myself. Now I know all the textbook stuff which is another reason I've left it out, coz that's said all the time, but this is the stuff that is always left unsaid. I know that I don’t need any of this crap in my life, that with God I'm a complete person, but personally I find it helpful for myself to understand what is going on inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I will go and continue the struggles of this life, the same struggles that everyone walking this earth faces, we just seem to handle things in different ways, and I want to be able to choose the good way, the Godly way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now wonder if I may regret writing some of this stuff here, but I really don’t think so. Coz its like its out in the open, and I don’t know how much more open I could get apart from publicly announcing it, which now would be much easier. This is something in my life that I know HAS to change, esp when I start bring different people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my challenge to you now is. Not judge me for posting this sort of stuff up here. It’s not the easiest of actions, but I am still a complete person, and in fact the same person as before. However know that I'm on a journey and this has just been one of the steps that I have chosen to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you all, and Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-116350811121314267?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116350811121314267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116350811121314267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116350811121314267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116350811121314267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/sexmania.html' title='Sexmania'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116316817522577836</id><published>2006-11-11T01:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:16:15.263+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Principles of Living</title><content type='html'>I was just working through with a great friend tonight what we saw in each other and what we would like people to see in us, which brought my memory to an essay I did for YITS in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Introduction&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;This essay calls for me to discuss my core principles which I base my life on. After thinking about it for a while I looked back and tried to remember different events and how I approached them. From this I concluded that my five core principles are: Integrity, Compassion, Family, Passion and Service.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Integrity&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I have always considered myself to be a genuine and upright person and this reflects some of the attributes of Integrity. A person with integrity is someone who is dedicated to a strict moral or ethical code. This is an ideal principle for everyone, but I especially feel passionate about how others see me, knowing that they can rely and trust in me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;The bible gives us a number of examples of people of integrity, like David (Ps 78:72 &amp; 1 Kings 9:4). What I find pleasing to know is that they were not perfect; there was only one perfect person who walked this earth - Jesus!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Compassion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Over the last couple of years more and more people have been coming to me with their problems and issues. This originally made me feel a bit awkward, but I found it strengthened both me and the person in question. Also for these people to come to me, someone they might not know in some cases, they must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;"&gt; recognise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt; that I might be able to help them in some way. So I do not go out and seek other people's sufferings but when I am able to assist someone in a time of trouble I find it my mission to be able to relieve these people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Today I find that people feel pity for others but just think that there is nothing they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.2pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;can do. However people need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.2pt;"&gt; realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.2pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt; that one of the best things you can do to help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt; a person is to listen (Ex 22:27).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Family&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Something else people today lack is family or a sense of family. Too many children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.2pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;do not have both parents at home and even if they do a great number of them still do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt; not have good relationships. This is one reason why I value my family so much, my parents are here to guide and build me up and my siblings are good friends, so how can I not value them?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.2pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Also God intended for us to be in families and communities. In the story of creation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt; the torah (the law), the word family appears almost more than anywhere else in the bible, and this is where the basis of humanity is as the Lord God planned it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Passion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;People often tell me, "Gee Anthony you really have a passion for music", or whatever it might be, and I would have to agree with them. When there is something good or something that I have a real desire for I will put a lot of effort into it. At the moment this course that I’m doing would be a very good example of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.2pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;; although it might not look like it, I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt; really trying to get as much as I can out of this course.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.3pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.2pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I also find that through my passion for things that I am able to influence others, either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; to work harder or just to get some things moving through their heads, and this is also shown in the Bible (2 Cor 8:17 &amp; 2 Cor 9:2). Also I feel life is improved when things &lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;"&gt;are done with passion - it is done faster, to a better standard and with a positive outlook.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;An example of this from the Old Testament is Nehemiah 3: whose section of wall was completed faster and to a higher standard?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Service&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;For me service is the big one. It really gives me pleasure to be able to help someone, to see their reactions, especially if it is unexpected. Also by serving someone it shows your love and kindness for the person (Gen 29:20).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I like to be able to live my life as much as possible like Jesus did (Mt 20:28, Mk 10:45), and this is something that all Christians should strive to do. I wear a key chain with WWJD; this reminds me that Jesus gave us the best example of servant hood.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Conclusion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;After having some ideas of what my principles were I went and asked my parents as this was a way for me to see if I displayed the principles I thought I valued. I was happy to find that both my parents had very similar opinions to each other and myself. I've found this whole task to be very enlightening and it has caused me to really look at the way I live my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.1pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-116316817522577836?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116316817522577836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116316817522577836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116316817522577836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116316817522577836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-principles-of-living.html' title='My Principles of Living'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116273317330400139</id><published>2006-11-06T00:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:30:24.953+11:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSION EXTRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Quote - '... I took the guitar with me to the bathroom, everywhere I went, I played it because I loved it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Chet Atkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaders doing just the necessary things never become great leaders.&lt;br /&gt;Passion keeps you going when everyone else is gone.&lt;br /&gt;If we're watching the clock, waiting for the weekends, groaning on Monday, our passion has evaporated.&lt;br /&gt;That's not living. That's existing.&lt;br /&gt;Revive your hot buttons and work from them.&lt;br /&gt;People living outside their passion slowly die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Phil Pringle&lt;br /&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/21756990-116273317330400139?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116273317330400139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116273317330400139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116273317330400139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116273317330400139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/passion-extra.html' title='PASSION EXTRA'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116272922984639825</id><published>2006-11-05T23:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:20:29.860+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony's Dirty Habits</title><content type='html'>So does anyone know any of Anthony's Dirty Habits??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well over the last few weeks I've been able to  kick one of my dirty habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i no longer bite my nails :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been something I've been consciencly been working on for ages, and I'm not sure why I've now been able to succeed, but I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really weird coz I can now tap my fingers on the table and it makes a cool taping noise, so now i have something to do when waiting for customers at work, also I've had to change the way that i use the top screens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However something i have noticed is that my fingers aren't as soft to touch any more, so when I'm playing with people's hair or their shoulders or whatever :S i have to be careful not to scratch them (hmmm there's nothing to read into there, so don't bother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i thought I'd just let you in on some of my news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-116272922984639825?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116272922984639825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116272922984639825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116272922984639825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116272922984639825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/anthonys-dirty-habits.html' title='Anthony&apos;s Dirty Habits'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116272440180156829</id><published>2006-11-05T21:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:00:01.816+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Swear Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now what would Anthony be talking about now with a title like that, well you wont guess it, or at least I wouldn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways these last few days Koorong have had a 20% off sale. I was also fortunate enough to have been given a $30 gift vouchers from a gorgeous friend, so I took this opportunity to go and spend my little pressie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've been to my share of Koorong sales, and I know that the place can be pretty crazy with something like this. However the only free chance I got was on Sat, which of course would be their busiest day of the sale. Regardless I went along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty sure I knew what I wanted which were a few CDs. I went straight in and found myself two of the Relient K CD that I didn't have already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way in I noticed that the que for the sales desk was relatively large so instead of going to the front of the store and work back I just went to the top corner with the idea that I would then work forwards to the line. However was I in for a bit of a shock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if anyone knows the store over in back Blackburn, they may or may not know where the Male Toilet in the South West Corner of the store, right at the very back, well this is where the que started, and I had to be person 50 something at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is where my blog title comes in, as I made my way down the line more and more people did the walk from the sales desk to the end of the line, and you should have heard some of the things that they were saying. It was funny coz everyone in the line had done that same work, and basically just gave the biggest smiles to their faces of shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the other interesting thing I noticed about the shop was how sickly sweet everyone’s manners were. Everyone throughout the whole store was bumping into people or stand where someone was looking at a book case or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me thing were we being nice to each other coz that was how we were everyday, or whether they were conscience that they were in an environment surrounded by other Christians. Unfortunately the feeling I got from serval people was the later. Not that I can say it for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was funny listening to the swear words that we were using, which also made me wonder, are they any better to any other swear word?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-116272440180156829?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116272440180156829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116272440180156829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116272440180156829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116272440180156829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/christian-swear-words.html' title='Christian Swear Words'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116270702161151967</id><published>2006-11-05T17:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:11:23.860+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Question Box</title><content type='html'>So guys i now have a question box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is you can ask me a question and i will attempt to answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas for questions might be -&lt;br /&gt;How was that party you were at on Sat?&lt;br /&gt;Did you get that pay rise you were talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any ladies in your life atm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose I'm after questions about me or my affairs, as the idea is this will be a blogging inspiration point. We you guys will give me something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the question I'm really asking is what do you want to be reading here on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats your job now?? either ask me a question or leave a comment with a subject or something similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my computer just reminded me that i have to be getting myself of to work. God Bless ya's all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-116270702161151967?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116270702161151967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116270702161151967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116270702161151967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116270702161151967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/question-box.html' title='Question Box'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116220754862358006</id><published>2006-10-30T22:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:25:48.640+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Baa to Flickr</title><content type='html'>Well atm Flickr isn't letting me upload my new pictures, so you guys will just have to keep checking back later to see what comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-116220754862358006?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116220754862358006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116220754862358006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116220754862358006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116220754862358006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/baa-to-flickr.html' title='Baa to Flickr'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116218949744925997</id><published>2006-10-30T17:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:24:57.510+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Coolies</title><content type='html'>So we see some interesting stuff at work, here are just some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/funny%20car%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/funny%20car%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/funny%20car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/funny%20car.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Guy just has an inventive way to store his spare tyre. He told me there wasn't any room in this boot because it was full of all his nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/13102006110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/13102006110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/13102006111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/13102006111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a cool car that came in, all he wanted was our toilet (which we dont have), and the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's loads more, but I dont get photo's of everything, and some just go onto Flickr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-116218949744925997?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116218949744925997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116218949744925997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116218949744925997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116218949744925997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/work-coolies.html' title='Work Coolies'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116218571020615761</id><published>2006-10-30T16:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:21:50.253+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Titleless Blog (which now has a title)</title><content type='html'>Well I had myself an interesting weekend. It saw me travelling back home to Frankston, to help manage an event that my  parents church was running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was the "Ye old Bush and Bull Pub Night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the first reaction that people have to this is one of shock, they can't seem to work out how a church could be running a pub night. They for some reason people decide that its a night were everyone gets drunk and that the church is condoning this sort of behaviour, but this isn't the case at all. To be honest i think my dad drank the most out of everyone there, otherwise no one was over the top, and we all had a fantastic night, including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem I had I found out once i had returned home, and that was that I have left all the equipment of mine that we used in the back of my Dad's van. However i can't see a time in the next couple of weeks were I require them, and I suppose I have another tax deductible trip back to Frankston to pick it all up now  :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other big thing about the weekend is that my family have another girl living with them from their church, and she has moved into my old room. This in itself isn't that bad, however it means I couldn't sleep in there (well i could, but.... - thats an attempt to a joke). Anyways i therefore stayed in the lounge which is also where my sister slept, as her boyfriend was staying in her room. Yes its all happening at the Wilsons, but then it always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens when you expect two Wilsons to sleep in the one room, well they dont get much sleep :P. Me and Si'arn went to bed around 12, and from memory we had stoped our talking at around 4:30 when we realised we were running out of sleep time rather quick. My parents room is directly above the lounge and they commented that us two were worse than a pair of her girlfriends, and i didn't quite know how to take that, except be proud. Anyways, yes it was absolutly fantastic to have a really good chat session with my beatuiful sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really recall doing a whole lot more with my weekend, expect getting to last night and realising that the lawns hadn't been mowen, the washing hadn't been down, and I was all alone again. I suppose one day i'll have someone to share all this with rather than sitting here getting rather bored typing into my computer. I would much rather be sitting down somewhere having a good old chat with someone (even it's about the weather - which can be rather intersting, esp atm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes the invite is out there, i'm inviting You out for an evening, or an afternoon, or whatever. Come and say hello to your dear friend Anthony, and give him a hand at getting out of this lonely induced boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-116218571020615761?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116218571020615761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116218571020615761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116218571020615761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116218571020615761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/titleless-blog-which-now-has-title.html' title='Titleless Blog (which now has a title)'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116176504477534818</id><published>2006-10-25T18:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:44.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee Vasska, that hurt.</title><content type='html'>So i just got my major service done on my car, and i didn't quite realise how major this major service was going to be, and yes this was a scheduled service, and the guys that did the work said that's why the previous owners sold the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there wasn't actually anything wrong with her, but now she's like brand new, and i couldn't be happier, however it will take some time to get the finances back in order esp if i get evicted in the next couple of weeks, as i just wont be able to afford it. As it is i now owe my parents more money, and i really hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'll just keep working and we'll get there eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-116176504477534818?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116176504477534818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116176504477534818' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116176504477534818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116176504477534818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/gee-vasska-that-hurt.html' title='Gee Vasska, that hurt.'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116139767439021964</id><published>2006-10-21T12:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T12:27:54.416+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...what to blog</title><content type='html'>So there hasn't been a whole heap of updating around here, and thats proably because they hasn't been a whole heap to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there have been some updates to my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cozmos/"&gt;flickr account &lt;/a&gt;so click through and check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there is some news, On Wed a car crashed through Crodyen +Petrol, There are some photos on&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cozmos/"&gt; flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-116139767439021964?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116139767439021964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116139767439021964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116139767439021964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116139767439021964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/hmmmwhat-to-blog.html' title='Hmmm...what to blog'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116023242326388259</id><published>2006-10-08T00:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:53:43.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Language Results</title><content type='html'>Well none, of these results come as a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;11&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt; Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/lovelanguages.php" target="_blank"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a database of about 25 different people's results, and i have averages and a whole heap of other interesting bit of information in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From those results i found that the majority of people had a longing for either Physical Touch or Quality time in their relationship. What i found interesting about that is that this is what I see lacking in the majority of relationship. We are always chasing our tales around the joint, and we have lost meaningful ways to phyically interact with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time I will write a blog about physical touch and our relationships, and how for the most part something so deep and meaningful is now just a mandaine activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a question to ask yourself. Do you remember your first kiss, or even the first semi-intimate touch you had with someone of the opposite gender? How would you rate that moment? was it wonderous? Were you pushed into it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-116023242326388259?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116023242326388259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116023242326388259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116023242326388259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116023242326388259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-language-results.html' title='Love Language Results'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-116005795744713399</id><published>2006-10-06T00:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:36:42.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....</title><content type='html'>Well I just got myself out of the bath and was going to write and kinda catch-you-up blog, as a number of interesting things have happened these last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However one of our (Safeway +Petrol) site manager's cousins just died in a car acciendent involving a tanker, so I'm now opening his site and therefore should have been in bed hours ago to get a full nights sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unfortunatly i have to delay this entry and retire myself to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all, and if you feel inclinded maybe drop a prayer for Glenn and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anthony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News article &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,20531927-1702,00.html"&gt;http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,20531927-1702,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-116005795744713399?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116005795744713399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=116005795744713399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116005795744713399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/116005795744713399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/well.html' title='Well....'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115916470701918180</id><published>2006-09-25T16:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:11:50.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spot the Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/with.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/with.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/without.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/without.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what do you see.&lt;br /&gt;Leave your answer in the comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115916470701918180?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115916470701918180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115916470701918180' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115916470701918180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115916470701918180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/spot-difference.html' title='Spot the Difference'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115893385741117992</id><published>2006-09-22T23:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:04:18.033+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot Em up Style</title><content type='html'>So I had nothing planned for tonight, so i decided to advertise this fact on my msn name to see if anyone was up for anything tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few different people respond, but they were either in the middle of the state or another state all together, but then another friend (Avgi) responded how lives in the northern suburbs. I said to her that I was happy to travel over to her to catch up, and so we tried to worked out what we were going to do, of which we had loads of suggestions (mmm NOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways she then suggested that she could take me shooting, I just didn't know how to respond. I'd never held an actual firearm let alone actually fire one with live ammo. Well I said Yes, and I took the trip over to Thomastown where we were to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in and got our stuff together, signed some forms and proceeded into the range. Avgi then gave me a quick run down on the two firearms we were to use, how to hold them etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well man did the adrenaline kick in at that point, I was now shooting an actual gun. It was kinda surreal as it was just so foreign to me, but cool at the same time. I'm done trying to explain it, coz it just isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are two of my targets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/target1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/target1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/target2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/target2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first one was all over the shop and the second much, much better. After this i continued to take some more shots on one of Avgi's targets, but they started to get very very average as my body just wasn't handling the pressure all too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this concludes my post tonight, and I'm going to continue to watch this movie that I've started to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115893385741117992?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115893385741117992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115893385741117992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115893385741117992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115893385741117992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/shoot-em-up-style.html' title='Shoot Em up Style'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115891179971890370</id><published>2006-09-22T17:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:03:26.623+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipline</title><content type='html'>Yet another quote passed on from my parent's Vicar - Phil Hurwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Discipline is doing the things that  you do not want to do. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Discipline is also choosing not to  do something that you want to do. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Discipline is also consistently doing  the things that you should do. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Discipline is the making of  character; indiscipline, the unmaking of character.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doing something repeatedly creates a  habit; a way of life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our habits form our lives, for good  or bad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The world lies at the feet of the  disciplined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115891179971890370?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115891179971890370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115891179971890370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115891179971890370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115891179971890370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/discipline.html' title='Discipline'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115854634992668715</id><published>2006-09-18T12:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T12:25:49.943+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh :(</title><content type='html'>So its just gone midday, and its monday. The party was on Sat night, and the yard is still a mess. I've been out there a bit getting things cleaned up, but I've filled both my actual bin and the recycle bin. However i have just remembered that next door has moved out so i will be filling up her bin shortly. What's worse is that the recycling doesn't get collected till next week :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is an absolutle shambles, with stuff absolutly everywhere. For those who had seen in my house for the first time, its not always like that. Things have been pulled apart and yer stuff is everywhere. The table and all the benches in the kitchen are full of either dishes or food of some variety. There is enough food open to last me another week, and almost enough drink too. However only Sprite Zero and Diet Coke remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesturday i awoke to the sound of crows going through the remains in my back yard, and attempting to get my bin open, boy was i not happy. I still have a kilo of sausages in my fridge (anyone is welcome to them - they have NOT been frozen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that since i used the amp out of my house for my party instead of the one in the shed, I nolonger have any TV or radio, or even speakers for my PC in my house, as everything is setup so its goes through this unit (tis very cool though when its all connected). I have a bunch of new DVDs i want to watch too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havn't started on cleaning the house as of yet as its too much of a battle outside. The spa is still about 1/2 full and is takeing its sweet time to emtpy. I missed church last night and had a 6 hour shift this morning. Other than all this i've been sleeping :o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dam tired, but i should go outside and continue working, Especially as the spa man will be here in the next few hours :o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115854634992668715?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115854634992668715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115854634992668715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115854634992668715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115854634992668715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh.html' title='Oh :('/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115797333732569770</id><published>2006-09-11T21:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:15:37.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Inventing the wheel</title><content type='html'>So here i am again, 3rd post in 2 days, maybe I'm ill or maybe I'm in a blogging mode right now, or maybe I just want to brag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to tell you the truth it is the last; I'm here to brag. As you should all be aware i have a rather large party happening this weekend, and the majority of it will be at night, and i didn't want to setup floodlights all around the yard, so I have designed, assembeled and erected this comtraption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/outside-light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/outside-light.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its a market unbrella which has 2 1000w floodlights mounted below it, and this umbrealla is mounted about 5 metres in the air, high enough to basically light up my whole backyard, without glare and without direct shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thats me done. If you want to see it in action, you have to come along on Sat night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115797333732569770?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115797333732569770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115797333732569770' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115797333732569770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115797333732569770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/inventing-wheel.html' title='Inventing the wheel'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115795532355073271</id><published>2006-09-11T16:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T16:15:23.590+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your legs into gear</title><content type='html'>So at the moment I'm finishing much earlier in the day which leaves me wrounf the house trying to occupie myself etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem was that today I've found myself getting rather pecky, meaning I've been wanting to eat. The problem with my house is its all bachelor type food, which is grand, but I;m now moving into my 15th month of living in this place and honestly I'm really over this diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then remembered that I had some soup so i preceded to go and grab a sauspan and give it a clean so that i could heat this soup up. While heating it then decided that i would like some toast with my arvo snack of soup, but of course bread is something i hardly see in my house, so i decided to go and grab some bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then remembered that there is a cool stores just a block or two up Dorcet Rd, and that i could ride my bike there. (Gee what a crazy idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what... I rode my bike to the cool stores, but i didn't just buy bread. I also bought Pink lady apples, a few oranges, a catelope, and a punet of stawberries, and it all cost a small sum of $8. Hmm much cheaper than some other snacks i have bought in the past. However this little shopping trip will now provide me enough snacks for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm are we seeing a new Anthony... I dont think so. I still work in a Servo, and i have a Maccas KFC, a pizza shop, a bakery, and main other 'good food' stores on the same intersection as work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gee two posts in two days :O ... shock horror)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note I'm now going to go and eat the soup that I have warmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115795532355073271?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115795532355073271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115795532355073271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115795532355073271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115795532355073271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/get-your-legs-into-gear.html' title='Get your legs into gear'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115788360995512441</id><published>2006-09-10T19:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:20:10.166+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You sratch my back and I'll sratch yours</title><content type='html'>Anyone see True Stories on Ch7 tonight??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we got to follow the true love story of the wood's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was about Carl Wood, the man who  pioneered the IVF program, and the love that his former wife, Judith Wood, showed and still shows to her former husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we heard about this completely driven man who's lifes work has completely changed the lives of many all over the world. We learn about some of the amazing things that he has done for us all and how his work basically took over his life. As a result he left his wife of 26 years for one of his much younger lady patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judith tells us about the pain that she went through as a result, all the anger and hurt that she had to deal with, and to find a way to be able to continue on and then finish the law degree that she was 2 years into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually what happens is Judith finds out through her children that Carl isn't doing well, and that he's all alone and is no longer able to look after himself. So what she does it she brings him back into her house and becomes his full time carer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that I would be able to love someone enough that I could still actually love them, beyond the feelings, but to activly be able to love them. I look at the people who I beleive have hurt me over the years, and I personally want to care for them still, but I suppose its also hard to know your place in it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hmm this could probably go somewhere it shouldn't in a public forum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what struck me the most about this story was the unconditional love that Judith showed to her former husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made two comment that particularly stuck out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the tables were turn; I dont think he would do the same for me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't abanded people from the past....its all a part of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read something intersting check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/gnt/profiles/Transcripts/s1230066.htm"&gt;http://www.abc.net.au/gnt/profiles/Transcripts/s1230066.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another amazing story about love and marriage is Peter Broke and his former wife of 28 years. At the moment there is a very large amount of media crazyness about Peter and his recent passing. Next time you hear or read something look close and what his former wife says and how she says it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the time i strive to be a passionate working man, but its storys like this that make possibly think twice. Can I be commited to a job and also to a wife and children back home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115788360995512441?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115788360995512441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115788360995512441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115788360995512441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115788360995512441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-sratch-my-back-and-ill-sratch.html' title='You sratch my back and I&apos;ll sratch yours'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115736002172011740</id><published>2006-09-04T18:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:53:41.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Out and About</title><content type='html'>So the new n80 has been out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of quality the photos this produces cant even compare to my 3MP digi cam which is now 4.5 years old, but then again the len on this is the size of a pin head :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Flickr is going to be updated everynow and then with the last trips around the place by the infamous n80, so RSS it if you like or click through from this page, even leave some comments :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115736002172011740?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115736002172011740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115736002172011740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115736002172011740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115736002172011740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/out-and-about.html' title='Out and About'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115659049406443841</id><published>2006-08-26T20:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:08:49.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nokia n80, Lifeblogs &amp; Flicker</title><content type='html'>So i got myself a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously I was on the $49 Maxi Cap with Vodafone, and what was happening was that the old was was breaking down and stuff just wasn't working anymore, and yer it was time for an upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I decided to go in to Knox, to get my hair cut :P, and while I was there ducted into the vodafone store there. They didn't really have any deals that interested me so I then went into Crazy Johns, and they offered me a deal that seemed to be pretty damn good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is this deal? Well i get the phone for free, which is a &lt;a href="http://www.nokia.com/nseries/index.html#product,n80"&gt;Nokia n80&lt;/a&gt;, on a $60 a month plan. The call rates are massively cheaper than on vodafone, and I figure I'm paying an extra $10 per month and I have a fantastic phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All last night and half of two I've been playing with some of the features of the phone. One of which is called LifeBlog, at the moment I only have it blogging my photos from my phone, but it can record all activities on you phone including photo's sms's video's and anything else that goes through your phone. Anyways to it connects to the computer, and the computer uploads them to a spot on the net. Hence why I have just opened a flicker account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you get to follow the travels that I have with the 3mp camera in my photo. Happy watching everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115659049406443841?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115659049406443841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115659049406443841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115659049406443841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115659049406443841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/nokia-n80-lifeblogs-flicker.html' title='Nokia n80, Lifeblogs &amp; Flicker'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115656900607780693</id><published>2006-08-26T15:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T19:12:32.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a GIRL</title><content type='html'>Just another one of these silly quiz that I found a girl firends website, so I thought I'd give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my fingernails or toenails are almost always painted&lt;br /&gt;[ ] during the summer pretty much the only shoes i wear are flip flops&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my favorite toy as a child were barbies&lt;br /&gt;[x] my favorite color is pink or purple&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i did Gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i love skirts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hollister is one of my favorite place to shop&lt;br /&gt;[ ] tight jeans are the only jeans i'll wear&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love chocolate&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i've never had a real job&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 2/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my hair is straightened&lt;br /&gt;[x] i have at least 5 myspace pictures&lt;br /&gt;[x] i usually go shopping once a week&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love to hang out at the mall with friends. (no one wants to go with a guy though :()&lt;br /&gt;[x]i've gone to a tanning salon (to deliver a pizza)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]ive gone to the beach to tan - not to swim&lt;br /&gt;[x] i have at least 10 pairs of shoes (as of today :P)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i watch either the OC or Laguna Beach&lt;br /&gt;[x] i change my icon weekly&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i wear a shower cap&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] would NEVER step foot into Hot Topic (mmm i dont know)&lt;br /&gt;[x] my cell phone might as well become a part of me&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i wear mascara everyday&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i've been or am on a diet&lt;br /&gt;[ ] bathing suits are adorable&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i dont know the difference between a sheep and a goat.(whats the diff?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] big sunglasses are hott&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i have gotten my nails done&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i own over 10 purses (3 count???)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] MTV or MuchMusic is my one of my favorite channels&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL:1/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] all i want to do at sleepovers is talk about boys (girls maybe ???)&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love to have other girls do my hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] i give and receive hugs from all my friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] i hate bugs, snakes, lizards, spiders (some)&lt;br /&gt;[x] carnivals can be fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] summer is THE best season (meh)&lt;br /&gt;[x] my swimsuit has 2 pieces (just its a little different :P)&lt;br /&gt;[x] im waiting for my knight in shining armor (princess even)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] MY musician is so hot&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you write me a poem and tell me im beautiful and im all yours&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] i am self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;[x] i cry often&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my car smells like vanilla (ocean blue maybe)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my dishes get washed more then once a week (HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;[x] i dont do sports&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i HATE to run&lt;br /&gt;[x] i yell when i am angry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i eat dried fruit as a snack&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i love romance novels&lt;br /&gt;[x] Drew Barrymore is so cute (she can be)&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] i dance a lot (if you can call it dancing)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i usually spend over an hour to get ready to leave my house&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i only have like 5 billion hair products&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love to get dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] every part of my outfit needs to match&lt;br /&gt;[x] i talk on the phone at least once a day to a few of my friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] i would love to have a photo shoot of myself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] price on clothes hardly matters&lt;br /&gt;[x] i apply lip gloss 50 times a day (lip bam count???)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i wish i were a model (HELL NO)&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] i wish i could meet Paris Hilton (to fart on her face)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have been something that was semi slutty on halloween&lt;br /&gt;[x] i own Uggs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hip Hop is the best music&lt;br /&gt;[x] i pop my collar (some times)&lt;br /&gt;[x] i like to be the center of attention&lt;br /&gt;[ ] guys with Mohawks can be hot (hmmm :S)&lt;br /&gt;[x] horses are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;[x] i'd rather not pay attention in school&lt;br /&gt;[x] cats are adorable&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i write my own music&lt;br /&gt;[x] i would love to visit Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;[x] Valentine's day is so cute! (and it can also be depressing)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] white is better then black&lt;br /&gt;[x] my closet is STOCK FULL of clothes (not that i wear half of them)&lt;br /&gt;[x] i hate the grunge look of a beard&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love to read gossip magazines (mmm this is what i resort to at work)&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love to gossip&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I had Lisa Frank folders, posters as a kid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i love Celine dion&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my wedding only needs a groom because it's already planned&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my friends and i are in a strict group. we mostly only hang out with each other&lt;br /&gt;[x] i like kids&lt;br /&gt;[ ] diet drinks are okay&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i'm all about being vegetarian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i refuse to eat at McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 2/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] i check my myspace everyday. (blogs count i think)&lt;br /&gt;[x] i LOVE life!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have a lot of jewlery!&lt;br /&gt;[x] claires (kleins even) has cheap jewlery (not that i buy them)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my screen name has more than one "x" in it&lt;br /&gt;[ ] either one of my myspace names has/had &lt;3's style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm 46% girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So does that mean I'm only 56% boy or, mmm i dont think so :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115656900607780693?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115656900607780693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115656900607780693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115656900607780693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115656900607780693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-such-girl.html' title='I&apos;m such a GIRL'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115562678341003898</id><published>2006-08-15T17:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:30:48.560+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You Tube</title><content type='html'>So I'm now on You Tube as you probably figured from the previous post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/cozmicparadox"&gt;youtube.com/user/cozmicparadox &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the vids on there were made some time ago, and I've not really had an inspiration to go and make anymore videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people have any suggestions or anything for some future work send them over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115562678341003898?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115562678341003898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115562678341003898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115562678341003898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115562678341003898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-tube.html' title='You Tube'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115557964729658996</id><published>2006-08-15T03:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T04:20:47.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender, Stereotypes, Roles, Purpose</title><content type='html'>Its currently 4am and I’ve been putting this entry off for well over 12 hours now, and its just being going around and around in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, &lt;a href="http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/gender-role-stereotypes.html"&gt; in February &lt;/a&gt;, I was thinking about this topic a little bit as well. Back then it was more out of frustration, as I was sick of being dictated to. Things and people telling me this is the way you have to live your life because it’s what is done. Also seeing how other people’s lives were being damaged from all this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completely upfront and honest, I really don’t know what really makes a person male or female beyond our physical bodies. We can start to pull scripture out of all sorts of places, but what we will find with most of them is that they have a huge amount of context in behind them, that with a lot of cases we need to be careful how quickly we translate it into today’s world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always looking around to different things to find out what we are, why we are etc. but what I have found is we frequently find ourselves looking in the wrong places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I being a man (or boy or whatever) have come to know the issues of men and their search a little bit. What happens is men end up going through their lives seeking a purpose, however not realising some of the things that are much closer to home, like their families. Typically men have had the attitude that they are the bread winners, the providers and the protectors, and this is the role the men have basically taken throughout most of humanities history. Also typically women have had the role of being the carer, the person who nurses their children etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the 20th Century has changed all this. Women have now decided that they are going to work as well. We’ve had the bra burning people running around stating that we all need to be equal and all the rest. Please don’t get me wrong at all here, I’m not saying they aren’t right, but what’s happening is we are loosing the things that define us as people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like you all who are now reading this to take the time to watch this YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading through an RSS reader and can’t see this then click through to the site, and take the time to watch this video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J_MBiPsJQIk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J_MBiPsJQIk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made that video back in Oct of 2004. I was asked to put it together as our vicar was doing his sermon that week on Men, and particularly Fathers. He was talking about seeking God for their families. Getting them to remember that they have a job in their families and its more than just making money and protecting the nest (as such)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you didn’t think that this entry was going to be full of answers, because you certainly won’t find any here. I believe questions are good. It’s through these sorts of questions that we start to really learn things. We start s discovery process, and we truly own the answers that we find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to comment and ask more questions, and we’ll see what we can do in our search for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the time a little more patience then have a look at this YouTube, titled Daddy, which is on the same topic, somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/waad-xr11Ew"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/waad-xr11Ew" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115557964729658996?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115557964729658996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115557964729658996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115557964729658996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115557964729658996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/gender-stereotypes-roles-purpose.html' title='Gender, Stereotypes, Roles, Purpose'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115522712865414152</id><published>2006-08-11T02:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T02:25:28.816+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm Closeness</title><content type='html'>So today I travelled out to visit my cousins and family out in Gippsland. The purpose/excuse of the trip was that I had to inspect their venue as I will be running their school social in September and we needed to finalise so thing etc etc (businessy sort of stuff). It was a great excuse to go visit them, and besides since it was business it is now a tax deduction :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I absolutely love my cousins and its obvious how much they love me. First thing I did was drive up to their school. I arrived there around 3:10 ready for the end of the school day. As I turned into the street to pick them up one of my other cousins was coming the other way. However they were yet to see my new car and therefore had no idea who was waving crazily at them through his window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived at the school we stood there talking for a bit. Catching up a little as the last few family gatherings I’ve not been able to go to for various reasons, and of course we talked about Vasska. Then we hear a couple of screams from the other side of the school yard. “ANTHONY”…Jordon and Eveie were running as hard as they could across to me with arms wide open. My auntie (not there mother) made some sort of comment that they never coming running like that to her, and so she stood in front of me so they had to hug her before me….it was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Maddy screamed out as well. “Anthony, Anthony, quick run we have to get to my friend before their bus leaves” Of course since I was in town I had to be shown off. Along the way we found the cousin, Jess. She was standing with her new boyfriend (well kinda new, I hadn’t met him yet). So I said hello to him, and he made some sort of comment that he’s heard lost about me. “Yer?” I asked. “Yer mate, she wont shut up about you” in a joking manner. Boy was heart beaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I get shown around to all the friends, we go and visit the Hall and work out technical stuff, and then we drive into Warrigal where Jess was lined up for a job interview with Toy Kingdom. The rest of us killed a bit of time walking around random shops, spending way to much time in Priceline (Jordon was getting rather restless – he’s in primary school). Then Jess had finished her interview and we all got soft serve cones from Maccas on the way home, coz I’m such a lovely cousin :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get home and we have dinner, and then we decide that we have to watch the DVD of their school production which they had recently finished, and I hadn’t managed to come up and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the whole point of my Blog :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting on the couch watching the TV we all got rather loungy. We are all quite comfortable with ourselves and we all have a bit of the Touch love language in us . So we all got really comfy, and to be honest I don’t know what I loved more, the DVD (which was the Sound of Music) or the closeness that I was able to share with these guys who I love so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is what I crave most. The touch love language for me is the highest by a long shot, and anyone who I know is completely comfortable with me, and I with them, will know this. The hardest thing I find is to be able to have healthy relationships with people in this way. It’s much easier to share space like this with people like my cousins or sister, but with other people it just gets really messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I decided I wanted a girlfriend for the simple reason that I could feel physically close to them and still be safe as it would fall into the context of the relationship, but if that’s what I’m seeking out of the relationship, then something’s defiantly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I think that’s all from me tonight - I have a big day of work tomorrow, so I should get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night all, and God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115522712865414152?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115522712865414152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115522712865414152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115522712865414152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115522712865414152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/warm-closeness.html' title='Warm Closeness'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115505352268962031</id><published>2006-08-09T02:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T02:12:02.726+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuming Petrol</title><content type='html'>So I’ve been working a large amount these last few days. In fact is the end of day 2 of this week and I have already work 17 hours. Yes that is a lot but it is very welcomed after this last weekend, as my whole trip ended up costing me a LOT more than I had budgeted for, and my only real expense was my fuel. (At least it’s a tax deduction, as on paper it was a DJLS event ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all this work has made me very very tired, and today was very draining indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had 2 shifts, the first at Boronia, then a close shift at Wantirna. The Boronia shift started at 10:45 and went through till 18:00. It was very constant and I think I served about 500 customers of that period alone ($7000 in cash sales – and about $23,000 in total) It was just a very busy and constant shift. Tuesdays have always been the busiest day of the week as everyone expects the price to go up on Wednesday as it most likely will. However this week we had added hype from the media, saying all sorts of scary information, so everyone made special trips to get their fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from being busy at Boronia not much else happened. After that I moved on to my Wantirna shift (15 min in between). When I arrive at Wantirna I find a note left for me with a list of jobs that they wanted me to do before the end of my shift. Also there was a note before that written to all our staff about how jobs that had been asked of us were not being done, and some that had been crossed off the list, but weren’t done. Anyways, I know for myself I keep myself busy as it makes the shift go by quicker, and I was a little frustrated that our manager (who’s in her second week on this site) would say this too us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also annoyed that I would have some fairly involved jobs to do on the busiest night of the week, one where I hardly get to move myself from the register. I had a 1 hour over lap with the girl who I was replacing, so I went franticly through the place trying to get as much work done before she left. What makes this worse is its just after 18:00 and we have a huge amount of people wanting to fuel up, but we can only have one person on the register, so that I can get through the job, so I got plenty of evil stares from customers, who probably had the opinion that I should have been serving them at the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I basically got all my jobs done before Lisa left for home, and so I was quite proud of myself, and now I knew that all I had to do for the rest of the shift was basically push buttons on the screen and try and move customer through quickly, and then all hell brakes loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden we stop pumping Unleaded all together. People have various amount of fuel in their cars, but typically it’s below $2. I have a que of cars out of our driveway, and many customers coming inside demanding answers. At this point I decide that we have run out of fuel, so this is what I start telling customers, as at this point I haven’t even had a chance to have a look. Sure enough I was right, our 125000 Litres of storage was basically empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over time I manage to get as many customers paying for the fuel that they had put into their cars and I tried to explain to them what was happening. As each pump cleared up I padlocked them shut. This is no easy measure however, as to lock a pump one must leave the shop, and when one leaves the shut they must lock it and make sure there are no customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all it takes me over an hour so make signs and fax copy them, so that I can stick them on the padlocked pumps, and then take down the price on the main board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day we had already run out of Diesel, so now all we were selling was Vortex and LPG, which we had only just started selling after a recent fuel delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this mess was cleaned up by about 21:30 or so and just had to give gestures to people through the glass to explain to them that we had no fuel, as it seems that people couldn’t get the message, with 15 signs around the place, padlocks on the pumps and no prices up for ULP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my head was now absolutely spinning, and I had numerous customers commenting on how I looked really stressed and was heavily flushed. Over time I managed to get myself back together and then get the place back in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23:00 couldn’t have come soon enough. This is our closing time. Once the time got to 22:50 I turned all the lights off and basically stopped trading. Just at this moment the tanker arrives and I then go through the process of explaining to him our situation, and which tanks in the ground needed to be filled first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its after our close time, but I decide I’ll be nice for the girls who’ll open in the morning and so I went around and removed the 11 padlocks and the various signs, and replaced the price back on the main board, and just generally got the place ready so they could start sales in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I did my normal closing of my register type stuff, only to then find that my register was just over $100 short and I had absolutely no idea where on earth that money had gone. I wrote a detailed letter explaining the happenings of the whole night and then told them what time I was leaving the store, which was well after the normal time we leave (and therefore I wasn’t being paid for it). And I also apologised for not getting the time to mop the floors, not that I think I could have possibly found the energy to do so anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I’m at home happily typing away a whinging blog, but now its time for some rest, so that I can go to work tomorrow and do it all over again (well lets hope not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night all, and God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115505352268962031?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115505352268962031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115505352268962031' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115505352268962031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115505352268962031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/fuming-petrol.html' title='Fuming Petrol'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115495951294967406</id><published>2006-08-07T23:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:05:13.006+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal or No Deal</title><content type='html'>Did anyone see Deal or No Deal tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the normal thing happened the guy was offered a reasonable large amount of money, and then he chooses the wrong number and he lost basically all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made tonight episode stick out in my made and now blogging was that all he wanted to win from the show (his target) was $30,000. This was the offer that he turned down; because he decided that he could possibly do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some way this can be a form of greed, he had exactly what he wanted however he decided that he could do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I find life is like that. Our lives are also full of choices, and we find ourselves in a situation where we are well off but decide that we can still do better, or make better decisions, and as a result can turn down some really good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhood pocket money kinda sticks out in my memory right now. All throughout my life I've had to manage money. I've been getting pocket money since before I can remember I’ve had pocket money. From memory I started at $0.50, of that I got 20c, 20c went into a money box that could only be spent on big things (with prior arrangement from my parents) and 10c went to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got older the amount grew, and stopped when I got my first job, as this point my overall pocket money was $2 per week. Then with my first paper round I was getting $10 per week. Second paper round was a little bigger, and the family helped me and we probably got about $15 per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Maccas, then Dominos, and now Safeway petrol. Anyways my point is the amount of money has been going up and up all the time, and at every point I have sat there and thought what wonderful things I could be doing with that little bit extra. Now I’m earning almost $30K pa, however I still know what I could do with that little bit more money. I wouldn’t say I have a fantastic lifestyle, infact at times I’m almost struggling to pay bills, like this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM greed, yes that’s what I was on about. Does this make me a greedy person, I’m really not sure, I suppose I’m just throwing that out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also how many great offer has God given me, only for me to throw them back at him saying, thanks mate for the offer, but I think I’ve found something better ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115495951294967406?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115495951294967406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115495951294967406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115495951294967406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115495951294967406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/deal-or-no-deal.html' title='Deal or No Deal'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115485328364937570</id><published>2006-08-06T18:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T20:41:53.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Give Up – on church</title><content type='html'>Just found this on my parent's &lt;a href="http://www.stlukesfrankston.com.au"&gt;Church website&lt;/a&gt;, written by our vicar there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“and let us consider how we may spur one another on towards love and gooddeeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another…” (Hebrews 10:24,25).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people give up on the church. Faith may be essential, but what about the church? Is attending church an optional extra? Good for those who happen to like it but unnecessary if you don’t? Or what if it doesn’t fit in with your lifestyle demands – sport, shopping, sleeping in? Doesit really matter anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word for church in the New Testament is ‘ekklesia’, referring to a gathered community and literally meaning ‘the called out ones’. For the first three hundred years Christians met in homes. Of course, in subsequent centuries church buildings became the norm as Christianity took hold in many parts of the world. But the essential thing was that God’s people met together. God clearly intended that His people meet together and formed a renewed community through the Holy Spirit. There is power and strength in meeting together and offering praise to the God we hold in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is:&lt;br /&gt;Faith is communal, not merely individual. Whilst we all must respond personally, we do so as part of a community, the body of Christ. The church protects the orthodoxy of our faith, keeping us on track, as we help one another to understand the Scriptures rightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church facilitates the ministry of Christ. Together we can do so much more than we could do alone. Serving Christ alone is part of it as well, but it is not a substitute for serving Him together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church itself is richer for the presence and participation of every person who acknowledges Christ. As I read last week, “you’re not the only one who loses when you skip out on church. Whether you realise it or not, there are people who benefit from your presence in church. And when you are not there they suffer (at least a little). That’s what happens when you’re part of one body.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No church is perfect – being made up of human beings – but the fact is that God has chosen to dwell among His people, and the church remains His agent and instrument in the world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love the church is to love what Christ loves (Ephesians 5). We want her to be the best she can be, for the sake of Christ her Master. “From Christ the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work” (Ephesians 4:16). The church is not what you go to, it is who you are! So let’s not give up!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you all think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115485328364937570?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115485328364937570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115485328364937570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115485328364937570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115485328364937570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-give-up-on-church.html' title='Don&apos;t Give Up – on church'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115453856624070825</id><published>2006-08-03T03:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T03:09:26.266+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness Vs Solitude</title><content type='html'>Just something a lovely friend forwarded on to me in light of some recent posts, which i though were fantastic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"All human beings are alone. No other person will completely feel like we do, think like we do, act like we do. Each of us is unique, and our aloneness is the other side of our uniqueness. The question is whether we let our aloneness become loneliness or whether we allow it to lead us into solitude. Loneliness is painful; solitude is peaceful. Loneliness makes us cling to others in desperation; solitude allows us to respect others in their uniqueness and create community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting our aloneness grow into solitude and not into loneliness is a lifelong struggle. It requires conscious choices about whom to be with, what to study, how to pray, and when to ask for counsel. But wise choices will help us to find the solitude where our hearts can grow in love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Henri Nouwen&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now to being the path on discovering the solitude path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115453856624070825?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115453856624070825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115453856624070825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115453856624070825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115453856624070825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/loneliness-vs-solitude.html' title='Loneliness Vs Solitude'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115436572600521887</id><published>2006-08-01T03:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T03:08:46.036+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want</title><content type='html'>I want to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... know people&lt;br /&gt;... be able to call someone at random and know that they have time for me.&lt;br /&gt;... have someone that actually understands me and wont condemn me&lt;br /&gt;... have the fredom to enjoy someone's company without it meaning 'there's something going on'&lt;br /&gt;... be able to love someone&lt;br /&gt;... be able to care for someone personally&lt;br /&gt;... to be able to connect with someone....&lt;br /&gt;... ANYONE...&lt;br /&gt;... Someone beyond this fucking computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a read of the comments guys before you judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115436572600521887?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115436572600521887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115436572600521887' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115436572600521887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115436572600521887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-i-want.html' title='What I want'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115436171821941247</id><published>2006-08-01T01:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T02:01:58.236+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Random</title><content type='html'>Did you know that our EFTPOS at work in Boronia has a Big W logo on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it does&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115436171821941247?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115436171821941247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115436171821941247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115436171821941247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115436171821941247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-random.html' title='Something Random'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115432996013559910</id><published>2006-07-31T17:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:12:40.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Abuse</title><content type='html'>So what do you do with Child Abuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm I started this entry about 20 mins ago, and this is as far as I have got so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I keep getting in my head is that I need to pray. As good as that is and I know i can't limit God power, but it just makes me feel so usless, especially when these bad situations still happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm pretty much powerless, in fact everyone is fairly powerless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So prayer it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115432996013559910?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115432996013559910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115432996013559910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115432996013559910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115432996013559910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/child-abuse.html' title='Child Abuse'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115418655519141141</id><published>2006-07-30T01:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:28:25.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee the Trails</title><content type='html'>Ok so I now sit here typing on my newly formatted PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Warning - the following contains nerd talk)&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday of this week my SATA Mirrored RAID crashed. These were my primary drives that contained most of my storage and the actual operating programs. My Media drive is completely seperate so I still have all my videos and music, but as for all my documents, photos, billing info, etc, they have all been lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I tell a lie. Instead of just going and re-building the RAID and therefore wiping the HDDs i decided to go out and buy a new 250GB HDD (which I got today), so the old drives are still sitting here awaiting me to try several different things to recover the information, which is completly possible it will just take time patience and probably some $$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would explain to you all why I have been working from my laptop and why I new profile and MSN pics, as i also lost all them. (and I wanted new ones anyways)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115418655519141141?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115418655519141141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115418655519141141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115418655519141141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115418655519141141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/gee-trails.html' title='Gee the Trails'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115410572833156188</id><published>2006-07-29T02:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T02:55:31.293+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing the sheets</title><content type='html'>So today was a much much brighter day than yesterday, however that's not to say that yesterday was bad, but I enjoyed today much much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite things about my job at the servo is watching people go about their life and seeing how they interact with both their family (normally in their car), and with complete strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On most days I walk away from my shifts absolutely disgusted at how our customer treat each other, and us guys behind the consol (coz we purposely want to rip people off). The number of times I've almost got to breaking point with some people, it just makes me so angry. Especially the way that about half of the men treat the females at other pumps, and the things they say to them. It just makes me ashamed to be a male sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this is about the cool/interesting people I met today. Surprisingly I managed to get through my shift today without any abusive customers whinging about the fuel price (btw - I was working at Chirnside today). One of my first customers was a girl around my age. She was just on her break from work (surf/skate shop basically next door), and she was just killing some time, and decided that she would buy something from my servo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she came in I gave her the normal welcome I give everyone, and I noticed that she hadn't come from a car so I began a conversation about all the 'sweet' choices there was for her to choose from, she replied with a sweet laugh. Anyways I could keep going on and on about our discussion but she hung around for awhile and we just casually talked about random things, then she reassured me she was return and she went back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the shift a car pulled up on pump 5, the wife was in the drivers seat and the husband was in the passenger seat just looking out the window (wasn't a good sign, something's up there). The lady got out of the car and opened the back passenger's door and pulled out some clothes that she put up to her body, as to be checking that they fit - like in the shop, I got distracted (well actually I served a few customers). She returned to the driver’s seat and talk in a stand offish fashion with her partner, who was obviously very happy with the whole situation. The guy then jumped out of the car and filled it up. As he came in the door I made a little comment like 'Your other half in the car doesn't look so happy mate'. He hushed his voice and projected across the room 'do you want to know why', to which I said 'go for it mate'. He proceeded to tell me about a recent purchase he had made of some cans of Cougar for some ridiculously cheap price. By this stage another guy had joined us inside and was starting to gork his eyes. The guy from pump 5 took some milk from the fridge and paid for his purchases, and I wished him all the best as he returned to the car, and the second guy just laughed. Once back at the car he handed the milk to his wife, who opened it up and downed it in about 20 secs (600ml). They sat there for a few more minutes and I knew I wasn't in that lady's good books. As they drove away the lady avoided eye contact with me and the guy offered his can up to the window, as to cheers me. I had a good laugh with the next customer (as I had just been explaining to him what was happening in the car that was holding him up earlier). I just chuckled for a few minutes, and continued work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another young girl came into the servo. She had come from a car which had P-plates on it. She made a comment that this was her first drive she's had done since getting her P's. I had a short convo with her about my first days driving, and some other experiences, we had a lovely conversation. She then paid and returned to her car. Once in the car I watched as she went through her mental checks. Minute or so later she realised she didn't know where her keys were, she looked around and then took them out of her pocket. She started the car, did another check and realised he seat belt wasn't on, then tried to move away from the pump but stopped abruptly, then realising she had left the hand break on. Finally she got away....awww poor girl....I hope she got home alright, she looked so flustered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after this my friend from the neighbouring store returned. As she came in I made some sort of comment like 'it seems we are going to tempt you again'. She started telling me about how one of the other workers was getting yelled at in the back store room and she wanted to get out for a little bit. She came down towards the consol area and asked me what she should buy, so I asked is she was a chocolate girl, didn't really get much of an answer (actually to tell you the truth I don't think she wanted any lollies, and I was enjoying myself so I played along) She hung around for a little while and we talked about random things again. Eventually she decided she'd get a freddo frog. '$1.20 thanks' and she was back to her store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually it got to the end of my shift, so I decided that I would visit my new 'girly friend from the servo's' work, and yes she was still on shift. Conversation was a little more awkward without a consol between us and she moved well into my comfort zone (I was kind of flattered and surprised at the same time). She had remembered from our conversation that I said I wasn't doing anything tonight and that I should hire out 'Anchor Man' from the vid store, she was really starting to beam and I felt like she was waiting for me to say I would hire it and then invite her around, but honestly I didn't have that on my mind. Then I got a sms, it was Beth inviting me to meet up with her at Knox, to which I told my new found friend I had found something to do tonight. I promised I would visit again if I was back up this way, and left the store. PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back home, got Subway along the way for dinner, and got myself ready to go out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once out again I meet up with Beth and she shouted me Coffee and Cake out at a restaurant, we talked about all sorts of random things, and about some of the things I'd been wrestling over in my head. We had an absolutely fantastic night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t embarrass her and mention that she left her car head lights on and needed a jump start. Oops wait a second I just did, oh well. Ar we all do it, she's just unlucky enough to have a little little battery that takes nothing at all to drain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it finalised a fabulous day, and now I sit here chatting away with a few from via msn/gush and writing this entry, I hope I didn't bore any of you :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways God Bless and Good Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh the sheets reference in the title - well I changed my sheets on my bed tonight - that’s it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/new-sheets.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/200/new-sheets.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You RSS type people can't see this piccy :P aww poor you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115410572833156188?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115410572833156188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115410572833156188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115410572833156188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115410572833156188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/changing-sheets.html' title='Changing the sheets'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115395289399591111</id><published>2006-07-27T08:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:52:28.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrine Sojo - Kitty's Kronicle: Personality And Spirituality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kittycheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/personality-and-spirituality.html"&gt;Peregrine Sojo - Kitty's Kronicle: Personality And Spirituality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting I found from another fellow Taborian, who just found my blog by chance this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was written yesturday morning though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115395289399591111?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://kittycheng.blogspot.com/2006/07/personality-and-spirituality.html' title='Peregrine Sojo - Kitty&apos;s Kronicle: Personality And Spirituality'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115395289399591111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115395289399591111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115395289399591111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115395289399591111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/peregrine-sojo-kittys-kronicle.html' title='Peregrine Sojo - Kitty&apos;s Kronicle: Personality And Spirituality'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115393250301465964</id><published>2006-07-27T02:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T02:48:23.016+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Over It</title><content type='html'>I'm over trying to help people. When did I ever get myself into this mentality that I have be able to help people. Why is it that whenever I see any sort of issue that I seems to try as hard as I can to be able to find some sort of a solution to whatever issue it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm over hurting people. I'm sick of pushing people away. Instead I want to learn how to love people better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we love people? How do I love people? How do people know they are loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this big thing about love languages, and over the last few months I've been collecting the results of different people, and have been noticing some very interesting trends, but I'm side tracking myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I begin this search of finding ways to love people more. To be able to accept them for who they are. To be able to listen to their problems but be able to leave it at that. To be someone that people are comfortable with, someone who people love to be with. This is my desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those who I have hurt I am truely sorry, and I wish i could change things, but this is where we stand now, so i just pray that something better can come from all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose thats what I ask for as well. I ask that people could be praying for me, that I could find ways to love people, to accept and be a blessing to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for wading through my whinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all, and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I WANT A HUG RIGHT NOW :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115393250301465964?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115393250301465964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115393250301465964' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115393250301465964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115393250301465964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-over-it_27.html' title='I&apos;m Over It'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115393207769233288</id><published>2006-07-27T02:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T02:41:18.676+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Who helps the helper</title><content type='html'>So who does Anthony go to when he has an issue that needs to be resolved. Who is going to listen to what is happening in his life. At my current point in life I dont see anyone. Most of my close friends who I have current hardly know Anthony at all. All they know is some person who's name is Cozmos, who spends too much time bashing away on this stupid keyboard doing a world of good (PIFT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some older friends, but they are just that, they too dont know me. These are people who I have had massive amounts of time with in the past but aren't a massive part of my life now. In someways I suppose I'm still recovering from pains of my past relationship. It would seem as if I lost everything, execpt for work and the house I lived in (even though I've lost that now). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to start a new life, which is kinda a nice thought. However I'm not a new life, I do have a past, but everyone who is in my life now, doesn't know that past, sure they might have heard something, but what does that truely mean. Life is complicated and I just wish i could live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will finish with a passage the God brought me too a few months ago, and seems to be bringing me back to a fair bit atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job 4 (The Message)&lt;br /&gt;1Then Eliphaz from Teman spoke up:&lt;br /&gt;2"Would you mind if I said something to you?&lt;br /&gt;Under the circumstances it's hard to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;3You yourself have done this plenty of times, spoken words&lt;br /&gt;that clarify, encouraged those who were about to quit.&lt;br /&gt;4Your words have put stumbling people on their feet,&lt;br /&gt;put fresh hope in people about to collapse.&lt;br /&gt;5But now you're the one in trouble--you're hurting!&lt;br /&gt;You've been hit hard and you're reeling from the blow.&lt;br /&gt;6But shouldn't your devout life give you confidence now?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't your exemplary life give you hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7"Think! Has a truly innocent person ever ended up on&lt;br /&gt;the scrap heap?&lt;br /&gt;Do genuinely upright people ever lose out in the end?&lt;br /&gt;8It's my observation that those who plow evil&lt;br /&gt;and sow trouble reap evil and trouble.&lt;br /&gt;9One breath from God and they fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;one blast of his anger and there's nothing left of them.&lt;br /&gt;10The mighty lion, king of the beasts, roars mightily,&lt;br /&gt;but when he's toothless he's useless--&lt;br /&gt;11No teeth, no prey--and the cubs&lt;br /&gt;wander off to fend for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12"A word came to me in secret--&lt;br /&gt;a mere whisper of a word, but I heard it clearly.&lt;br /&gt;13It came in a scary dream one night,&lt;br /&gt;after I had fallen into a deep, deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;14Dread stared me in the face, and Terror.&lt;br /&gt;I was scared to death--I shook from head to foot.&lt;br /&gt;15A spirit glided right in front of me--&lt;br /&gt;the hair on my head stood on end.&lt;br /&gt;16I couldn't tell what it was that appeared there--&lt;br /&gt;a blur . . . and then I heard a muffled voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17""How can mere mortals be more righteous than God?&lt;br /&gt;How can humans be purer than their Creator?&lt;br /&gt;18Why, God doesn't even trust his own servants,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't even cheer his angels,&lt;br /&gt;19So how much less these bodies composed of mud,&lt;br /&gt;fragile as moths?&lt;br /&gt;20These bodies of ours are here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;and no one even notices--gone without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;21When the tent stakes are ripped up, the tent collapses--&lt;br /&gt;we die and are never the wiser for having lived.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115393207769233288?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115393207769233288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115393207769233288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115393207769233288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115393207769233288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-helps-helper.html' title='Who helps the helper'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115380427473045940</id><published>2006-07-25T14:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T15:11:14.756+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Cloud</title><content type='html'>So who has heard of word clouds.Well i found them from &lt;a href="http://everythingwonderful.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katies blog&lt;/a&gt; so i went to have a look at what this was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/image.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/image.php.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my current word cloud (minus this entry). What it does it is will go through your blog and count the number of times that words appear. The more times a word appears the bigger and darker the word becomes in the word cloud. However it only works by looking at the first page of your blog. So i decided to get the site to make me a word cloud for each month that i have been posting on this blog to see what the difference was in the words i was using. Below are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;Feburary&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;March&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/cloud-feb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/cloud-feb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/cloud-march.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/cloud-march.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;April&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;May&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/cloud-april.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/cloud-april.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/cloud-may.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/cloud-may.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;June&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;July&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/cloud-june.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/cloud-june.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/cloud-july.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/cloud-july.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it interesting how certain words keep apearing. Leave me a comment about any observations you have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ben and Lee keep apearing because I quoted a number of his songs, and they apear in the entry list aswell)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115380427473045940?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115380427473045940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115380427473045940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115380427473045940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115380427473045940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/word-cloud.html' title='Word Cloud'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115371795801952294</id><published>2006-07-24T15:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:12:38.120+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Member</title><content type='html'>Everyone please put your hands together as we have another member to the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Gemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115371795801952294?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115371795801952294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115371795801952294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115371795801952294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115371795801952294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-member.html' title='Another Member'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115280592530848249</id><published>2006-07-14T01:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:57:59.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Archive Club</title><content type='html'>So who's a member of this infamous club and how do you become a member. Currently there are two clubs one of which is closed, the second of which is still running and you can still join up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only 1 member for the first club, but she appears twice (I'll let your imagination run). The second club opened when i re-imaged my computer last July and all memberships where renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the current club there are 3 members. One of whom joined tonight, and the members are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Jas (as of - 7/05)&lt;br /&gt;   Ash (as of - 30/06)&lt;br /&gt;   Bec (as of - 14/07)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you join this club. Well all you need to do is talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top ten contenders for the Archive club are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    Gem&lt;br /&gt;   Jas (for a duel membership)&lt;br /&gt;   Amy&lt;br /&gt;   Chris&lt;br /&gt;   Crystal&lt;br /&gt;   Burkie&lt;br /&gt;   Elyce&lt;br /&gt;   Bec (Campbells Creek)&lt;br /&gt;   Sammy&lt;br /&gt;   Dad&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the nearer you are to the top of that list the closer you are to becoming a member, so talk to me more. If you think you talk to me a bit and your not on that list, then you don't talk to me that much :P. Also there are 134 people running for membership, some of which need to do some serious talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways its now time to bed myself, also since no-one is currently increasing their membership chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Oh for those of you who are member's I now owe you lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115280592530848249?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115280592530848249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115280592530848249' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115280592530848249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115280592530848249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/archive-club.html' title='The Archive Club'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115273841627374918</id><published>2006-07-13T07:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T07:06:56.293+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless Night</title><content type='html'>So here I am awake at a silly hour of the morning, and no its not because I've been up all night, but more because i can't sleep. I actually got an earlier ish night today, and i put myself away at about 12:45. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I've actually been pretty sick which isn't cool at all. I ran out of tissues in my houses yesturday and i realised i didn't have any sort of sick remidies here like lemon tea or anything. Yesturday while at work i bought myself some more tissues and some chest rub. The chest rub reminds me of when i used to stay at my Grandparents house, coz my Grandma would rub it onto my chest :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes here i am trying to figure out what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a couple of things I'm disapointed about this week and thats the number of cancellations I've had with friends and things to catch up. Some have been my cancellation so have be others, but i was really excited about seeing a whole heap of friends this week, but that just doesn't seem to be happening. The worst bit about it is when people ask me what I've been doing and all I can say is that I've been working .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news it looks like i have a house mate, a friend from back Frankston way. His family are all moving on, which just leaves him in the house. We'll probably find a house over Blackburn/Glenwaverly way as he studies at Monash Clayton, and thats a good middle ground location for us both. We're looking at three bedroom homes, so there will still be room for anyone that needs a bed, which i will be very happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not a whole heap more that i can talk about tonight i dont think. So i suppose I'll try and get some more rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning all and good night :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115273841627374918?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115273841627374918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115273841627374918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115273841627374918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115273841627374918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/restless-night.html' title='Restless Night'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115267637085174961</id><published>2006-07-12T13:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T14:00:14.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsong 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been sorta putting this post off for sometime now coz there is a large number of things that i will start to talk about in the comming posts that have come out of this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me just say that it was a fantastic week, and it was miles better than last year, a massive plus was their crowd control. Last year we stood in ques for what felt like days and days. However this year we basically didn't stand in any ques at all. We only had reasonable ones for the workshops, but they were nothing compared to last year's rally ques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The workshops were all in all pretty good, got some might good stuff from them. I basicially went to all the Community Impact workshops. I loved what the people were saying and it has caused me to think about a few different things. I've written them all done and will tackle them day by day, and I'll blog them as we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The rallies were pretty good too. There was a significant difference on how good they were depending on whom I was with. When i was with the Boronia crew i felt very out of it, as they weren't really getting into it at all, and seemed to have a very negative outlook on numerous things, which kept me much more contained, and seemed to bring my focus to the things i didn't like about Hillsong too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some of the rallies I was with the Sale Crew, and they are an awesome bunch of people, but i will get to you guys shortly. What i found was when i was with people that I seemed to be more comfortable i got into everything so much more, and i suppose i noticed how God was working so much more as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Which now brings me to talk about Jas, Beth and . Spending the week basically with you guys was absolutly fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jas mate, you're awesome, and God is doing wonderous things with you. I really enjoied out sit down where we could escape from Hillsong itself and just talk openly between ourselves. I'm thankfull that you enjoied that, oh and you owe me a Mars Bar :P. You've now done the listening, and congrats for seeking God in that, but now comes the action, enjoy mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beth and Charalene, well what can I say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I dont know what to say (though i'm sure i will), but you girls are AWESOME. It was so cool to be able to basically walk with you girls through this week. Thankyou for being open to me and willing to share the whole experience with me. You have no idea how good it is to wake up in the mornign and know that you are going to have a great day, and you girls were a masive part of each days greatness, so yer thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not sure what else to say, but stay tuned as i dive in to the various questions i'll be attacking in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115267637085174961?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115267637085174961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115267637085174961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115267637085174961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115267637085174961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/hillsong-2006.html' title='Hillsong 2006'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115267423361428705</id><published>2006-07-12T13:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:17:13.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Girl</title><content type='html'>Every one say hello to my new girl, Vasska, who is 10 years younger than me. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/verada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/verada.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her on Monday of this week and since i have already driving a couple hundred of Kms drving to different people's places, like my family back in Frankston. When I got their I pulled into the drive way and honked the horn and my Mum and Sister came running out to see my new car :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long process, with lots of paper work, and way to much stress, but now she's here and the old one is gone for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about Vasska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a, Mitsubishi Verada EI KA 3.0 V6 Wagon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has, Electric windows, electric mirrors, power steering, glass sunroof, Climate Control, Cruise Control, 6 Speaker CD/Tape player, Mag Wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The condition of the car is fantastic, the whole interior is clean, she has a full service history, and now a 4 year warrenty, fully backed up by an insurance company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more pics if you want, or you can invite me around of come around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. You dont have to invite me for the car's sake, invite me around anyways. I'd love to chat up with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115267423361428705?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115267423361428705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115267423361428705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115267423361428705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115267423361428705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-girl_115267423361428705.html' title='Its a Girl'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115236064386346903</id><published>2006-07-08T22:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:10:43.876+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk</title><content type='html'>So how much Junk Mail do you receive after being away from home for 6 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/1600/junk-mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5209/641/320/junk-mail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well about that much. (one letter, addressed to the last tenent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as about 800 emails, of which 10 still remain after filtering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats not all. I also had 145 new RSS feeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something else to - 4 messages on my answering machine :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115236064386346903?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115236064386346903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115236064386346903' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115236064386346903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115236064386346903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/junk.html' title='Junk'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115168318238100948</id><published>2006-07-01T01:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T01:59:42.393+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does it hurt so much?</title><content type='html'>I sit here tonight unhappy with the way that i handled a conversation. We've both gone to bed now with heavy hearts and bad feelings. I just want you to know that i care, and i want to be a real friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;small&gt;A simple friend has never seen you cry. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears. &lt;br /&gt;A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A real friend has their phone numbers in her/his address book. &lt;br /&gt;A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean. &lt;br /&gt;A simple friend hates it when you call after she/he has gone to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A real friend asks you why you took so long to call. &lt;br /&gt;A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A real friend seeks to help you with your problems. &lt;br /&gt;A simple friend wonders about your romantic history. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A real friend could blackmail you with it. &lt;br /&gt;A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps her/himself. &lt;br /&gt;A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A real friend calls you after you had a fight&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A real friend expects to always be there for you! &lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115168318238100948?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115168318238100948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115168318238100948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115168318238100948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115168318238100948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-does-it-hurt-so-much.html' title='Why does it hurt so much?'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115141530441000761</id><published>2006-06-27T23:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:59:53.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not fair!!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i think its quite trivial the things that we complain to God about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Life's not moving fast enough'&lt;br /&gt;'I feel lonely'&lt;br /&gt;'I dont know how to deal with this person'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does God have to complain to. What does he do when we turn our back on him. When we ignore him completly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know who many of you reading this have experienced a death close to you. I haven't really. I had some friends die from different circumstances and a couple family pets, but otherwise nothing too tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However as you may remember my family's dog passed away only a short time ago, and dad especially was very shaken by the whole event and he still isn't dealling with it all so well. You may also remember me telling you about something Dad commented on while him and I were standing in the kitchen just after he returned from putting down his dog. He commented that 'I suppose this is some like what God feels when we turn away from Him'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just occured to me also, that Dad was the one he actually decided to let Lucky (our dog) go, and was the one to take her and lie her on the table to be injected, and then the pain he was then going through. As he was very fond of his dog, very very fond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder what does God do, how does he coupe, how does he vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend comment to me tonight about a person he's connected with walking away from their church community. Whats God feeling there. One of his children once walking with him and sharing his life with his Almighty Father, but now decides he's going to move away from that journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think we can fathum what God would feel in that situation. What makes it worse is this isn't an issolated case, numerous people 'fall away' each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if in the movie Bruce Almighty if they included situations like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man our God is an awesome God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115141530441000761?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115141530441000761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115141530441000761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115141530441000761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115141530441000761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-not-fair.html' title='Its not fair!!'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115139254133750891</id><published>2006-06-27T17:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:08:51.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trails and the Triumphs</title><content type='html'>Well some of you will remember that i received a water bill for $397 for the first quarter of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you not living out of home you probably dont realise how much or little water costs. Anyways for the first quarter that i lived here i got a bill for $6.34, but this wasn't a full period and i was still living half out of my parents house and April's house. The last quarter of last year i got a bill for about $64, so when i reveived my last bill my jaw dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically since then its been a messy process of contacting agents, having plumbers out here, South Easy Water sending techies, who of whom said everything was fine (though i could have told them that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today it finally all got resovled. I applied for a special consideration assesment about 2 months ago, and i just got the letter giving me the details. So what did it say. Well what they decided was that they would reduce my current bill ($397) and also credit me for some of the last bill ($64), and they wavied the assesment fees ($51), and now my current bill is $15.80, which i have now paid, and everything is resolved. Gee I'm glad thats all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another letter a reived today was one from Telstra, this one however isn't so nice. Basically they are telling me that they are going to increase my monthly charge by 7.2%, and increase my call fees aswell. STD calls now have an increase connection charge of  10.2%, and call rates changing my as much as 104%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes mixed day in terms of bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more news yesturday the house i currently live in sold and the sticker is up. I've found a new home that i like with lots and lots of pluses, and at a nice price and i will be inpecting that at Midday tomorrow (Wed), if anyone wants to join me then they can (just let me know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main reasons why i ask whether anyone wants to join me is that i dont have a car atm. On Saturday she stopped working at all, and i managed to nurse her to the mechanics Yesturday, and they are still working on her. Who knows when she will return or how much it will cost. Anyways so if anyone wants to come with me to the inpection they can come to my house between 11:00am and 11:45am, and then they can drive me :). Otherwise i will ride my bike (which will be good exercise). If you do want to come, let me know tonight (Tues).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More news. Last night i went out with a few people into the cold cold city to watch Australian be unfairly betten at the World Cup. It was a fantastic night out as i got to met a whole heap of fantastic people, and spend some of today with them too. Thanks guys for welcoming me so so well. Twas great :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i think thats enough for now, thanks for reading through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if anyone wants to do anything this week let me know, as i have the whole week off work, and i would love to catchup with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115139254133750891?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115139254133750891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115139254133750891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115139254133750891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115139254133750891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/trails-and-triumphs.html' title='The Trails and the Triumphs'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115115333057408827</id><published>2006-06-24T22:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:53:02.316+10:00</updated><title type='text'>".....And life is a nightmare"</title><content type='html'>So for some more lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not completely sure why i wanted to post them, but they havn't got out of my head since i heard them twice tonight, in two completely seperate movies i was watch.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up it was 7&lt;br /&gt;    I waited til 11&lt;br /&gt;    Just to figure out that no one would call&lt;br /&gt;    I think I've got alot of friends&lt;br /&gt;    But I don't hear from them&lt;br /&gt;    What's another night all alone&lt;br /&gt;    When you're spending every day on your own&lt;br /&gt;    And here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;    And life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;    I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;    I know that it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;    Nobody cares cuz I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And maybe when the night is dead&lt;br /&gt;    I'll crawl into my bed staring at these 4 walls again&lt;br /&gt;    I'll try to think about the last time I had a good time&lt;br /&gt;    Everyone's got somewhere to go &amp; they're gonna leave me here on my own&lt;br /&gt;    And here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;    And life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;    I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;    I know that it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;    Nobody cares cuz I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What the fuck is wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;    Don't fit in with anybody&lt;br /&gt;    How did this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;    Wide awake I'm bored &amp; I can't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;    And every night is the worst night ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;    I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;    I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;    I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;    I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;    And life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;    I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;    I know that it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;    Nobody cares cuz I'm alone and the world is&lt;br /&gt;    Nobody wants to be alone in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;    And life is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;    I'm just a kid&lt;br /&gt;    I know that it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;    Nobody cares cuz I'm alone and the world is&lt;br /&gt;    Nobody wants to be alone in the world&lt;br /&gt;    Nobody cares cuz I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me tonight&lt;br /&gt;    I'm all alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;    Nobody cares tonight&lt;br /&gt;    Cuz I'm just a kid tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before you click the comments button, who is it by and whats the title?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115115333057408827?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115115333057408827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115115333057408827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115115333057408827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115115333057408827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-life-is-nightmare.html' title='&quot;.....And life is a nightmare&quot;'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115081882800491169</id><published>2006-06-21T01:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:53:48.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Being an Oxymoron</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being an  Oxymoron&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_737352612-18062006"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Tony Campolo  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Professor Emeritus, Eastern  University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A few weeks ago I was a  guest on Steven Colbert’s popular television show, The Colbert Report. He  introduced me as an Evangelical who is liberal on social issues. Then he added,  “He’s a living oxymoron!”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_737352612-18062006"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, his  words reflect the way Evangelicals are regularly perceived. Here in the United  States, Evangelical Christians have become so married to the Right wing of the  Republican Party that it is hard for those outside our faith community to  imagine that a significant minority of Evangelicals have socially liberal  politics. Yet over its history, Evangelical Christianity has championed some of  our country’s most progressive social movements. Charles Finney, the dominant  evangelist of the nineteenth century, was a major player in the anti-slavery  movement, and his revivals provided much of the impetus for the women’s suffrage  movement of that era. Back in those days, Evangelicals pulled their churches out  of mainline denominations not because the denominations were too socially  liberal on the race issue, but because they were not liberal enough. William  Jennings Bryan of Scopes Trial fame, the darling of early twentieth century  Evangelicals, was a pacifist who opposed America’s involvement in war. I gladly  take my place in his train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_737352612-18062006"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word liberal has become a  political label of ill-repute among many Evangelicals. But if by social liberal,  you mean someone who believes America should guarantee medical coverage for all  of its citizens; fund the public schools in poor urban and rural communities at  the same level as those in rich suburban neighborhoods; be committed to  progressive environmental policies; give more than four-tenths of one percent of  its federal budget to help the poor of other countries; and give up its  militaristic adventurism—then I embrace the label with enthusiasm.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m one  of those pro-life Christians who is convinced that the outrageous number of  abortions each year are more due to right-wing economic policies than to Roe v.  Wade. In a society where many poor women must work outside the home at a  ridiculously low minimum wage just to survive, yet have no access to daycare for  their children, we should not be surprised if they seek abortion when faced with  an unplanned pregnancy. Yet many of the Religious Right Christians who share my  pro-life sentiments tend to oppose enacting legislation that would enable poor  women to give birth and keep their children. No wonder one of our critics says,  “Evangelicals are people who believe that life begins at conception and ends at  birth.” Too often it seems like we care about protecting the unborn, but we’re  not willing to provide for the born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_737352612-18062006"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, an African-American  preacher in Philadelphia joined forces with the Religious Right and the White  House when he spoke out against the nomination of “activist” judges to the  Supreme Court who would interpret the law beyond what the framers of the  Constitution intended. I wondered if this preacher thought about all the  advances for minority peoples that were the fruit of activist judges. Liberal  judges are the ones who integrated public schools with their 1954 ruling in  Brown v. Board of Education. Activist judges are the ones who obliterated  policies that had allowed for racial discrimination in real estate sales,  employment, and education. In reality, almost all of the progressive rulings  that decimated Jim Crow went well beyond the intentions of the framers of the  Constitution, many of whom owned slaves. Oh, how quickly people  forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_737352612-18062006"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those  on the Religious Right who argue that caring for the poor and needy is solely  the responsibility of the church, and should not be funded with taxpayers’  money. Yet it is clear in Scripture that God holds governments responsible for  playing a significant role in providing such care. Consider the words of the  prophet Isaiah who warned: Woe to those who make unjust laws, to those who issue  oppressive decrees, to deprive the poor of their rights and withhold justice  from the oppressed of my people, making widows their prey and robbing the  fatherless. (Isaiah 10:1-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_737352612-18062006"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Jesus declared that the day  would come when nations would be judged by how they cared for the poor: "When  the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on  his throne in heavenly glory. All the nations will be gathered before him, and  he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep  from the goats. (Matthew 25:31-32).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_737352612-18062006"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to add to my advocacy for  certain liberal social policies a commitment to fiscal conservatism. This  present government, so supported by most Evangelicals, has mortgaged the future  of our children and our children’s children. This is a consequence of funding  the war in Iraq and giving gigantic tax breaks to the richest people in our  country, as well as to huge corporations such as price-gouging oil companies.  Our national debt increases by close to $2 billion each week, with the People’s  Republic of China being the major party picking up our loans. The communists  will not have to bury us, as Khrushchev had hoped.  Soon they will own  us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_737352612-18062006"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been  said that the difference between a politician and a statesman is that the  politician looks to the next election while the statesman looks to the next  generation. Given that assessment, we have an absence of statesmen down there in  Washington, when it comes to the national debt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_737352612-18062006"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible speaks more about justice  that it does about anything else—except for love. But in the end, justice is  nothing more than love turned into social policies. It is my own commitment to  justice, inadequate though it might be, that makes me the kind of person I am.  To that end this Evangelical is more than willing to be labeled a social  liberal, even if it does make me a living oxymoron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115081882800491169?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115081882800491169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115081882800491169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115081882800491169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115081882800491169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/being-oxymoron.html' title='Being an Oxymoron'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115069922131647229</id><published>2006-06-19T16:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:40:21.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'>WWJD - What would Jesus Drive</title><content type='html'>Petrol Prices hurting?, well checkout some of this information I've found out in my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SO WANT ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the trailer for the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsJAlrYjGz8"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsJAlrYjGz8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys this is a segment from the PBS show Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lgmJl579Pz0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lgmJl579Pz0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYaM0dOynzs"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYaM0dOynzs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZW42f-uTz7I"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZW42f-uTz7I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video on Plug-in Hybrid Electric Vehicles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZVSQ3bvI10"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZVSQ3bvI10" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And man you should check out this car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8qDZOBQs60w"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8qDZOBQs60w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pluginamerica.com/"&gt;GO HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115069922131647229?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115069922131647229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115069922131647229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115069922131647229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115069922131647229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/wwjd-what-would-jesus-drive.html' title='WWJD - What would Jesus Drive'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115038102041049231</id><published>2006-06-16T00:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:30:15.913+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a place to live? - Anthony needs a flat mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListBullet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Hey everyone, I’m currently looking for someone to move in with me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListBullet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;If you moved in with me you would need to be able to afford up to $120 per week, which would cover about $80-$90, plus split bills that would be incurred. These include; Electricity, Gas, Water, Phone, Internet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListBullet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I'm looking in the outer eastern area.&lt;br /&gt;The suburbs are BAYSWATER, BORONIA, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;CHIRNSIDE&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;PARK&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, CROYDON, FERNTREE GULLY, HEATHMONT, KILSYTH, LILYDALE, MONTROSE, MOOROOLBARK, RINGWOOD, WANTIRNA, or the surrounding area &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListBullet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I have enough furniture for a fully setup house, including a spare mattress. (Though i don't have a dryer - not that they are essential)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoListBullet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;So you know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListBullet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I work between 30 and 40 hours per week at various Safeway Service stations in the area, but mainly Wantirna.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListBullet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I love music and movies, and I enjoy playing them through my home theatre system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListBullet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I don't personally have any pets, and it would depend on the property if we were allowed any.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListBullet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;If you have any other question, please don't hesitate to ask, and feel free to advertise my advertisement else where. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;"  lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Or if you know anyone who could be interested please pass on my details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115038102041049231?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115038102041049231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115038102041049231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115038102041049231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115038102041049231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/need-place-to-live-anthony-needs-flat.html' title='Need a place to live? - Anthony needs a flat mate'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115012307633954978</id><published>2006-06-13T00:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:57:37.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandy Land</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to say at the moment except that God really smacked me in the face last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm maybe i should think about what I'm going to right and then I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'm going to start off my putting in an email which i sent out earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Email Sent: 09/02/2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a decent amount of time talking to Warwick last night about this. Today I spent a few hours up in the hill (looking at roads - hehehe) and the wondrous world that God has left in our care. I idea was for me to connect with God. The time was good however I got a bit frustrated with myself coz I left at about 5:30 which was about 1.5 hours earlier than I said I would. I spent probably 2 hours up there and the last hour I sat there in next to nothingness. All I had was a whole heap of songs in my head, old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since realised the significance of these songs, the first one that was in my head heaps was the children’s song “Don’t build you house on the sandy land (SANDY SONG)”, the other was “create in us a new heart of God”, but I had the lyric &lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I havn't put all of the email in there as its not necessary, but basically I continue on to say that i wont to be able to build my relationship on God's foundations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the words to the Sandy Song, and also a link to &lt;a href="http://discohire.com.au/sandy2.mp3"&gt;ME SINGING IT&lt;/a&gt; &lt;small&gt;(please note it was late, and i didn't want to wake the person in the next room while recording)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;small&gt;Don't build your house on the sandy land,&lt;br /&gt;Don't build it too near the shore.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it might look kind of nice but you'll have to build it twice,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you'll have to build your house once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to build your house upon the rock,&lt;br /&gt;Make a good foundation on a solid spot.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the storms may come and go, but the peace of God you will know.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyways on Sat night i was in the night rally of SYG, and it was the start of the talk time, and i just said to God, "what am i meant to be doing here mate, i'm hear, i'm listening, i'm waiting". However I was actually very disapointed with how the evening turned out, in regards to the rally. The music seemed a bit.........energyless, which is such a bad description, but no one seemed to be in the mood, and to be honest the speaker just talked, and i was kinda happy when it was all over. After that the rest of the night was great. I got to meet up with Burkie and Beth, who i have come to know via gush, but before the weekend i hadn't met, so that was very exciting. They are both awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it got to about 1am and everyong basically was in bed, so i drove home, went to sleep and then worked yest morning. So straight from work i did the drive back out to SYG. Along the way i picked up two of my cousins and meet up with a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went kinds normal. The music seemed a bit better, but i think thats because i was a little more open to it, and was angry at my reactions from the night before (its about God, not the stage...meh thats for another day). Well we eventually got to the sermon, and Tim, the speaker, did his normal rambling and then went and referenced this verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew 7:24-27 (English Standard Version)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;24&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;"Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;25&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;26&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;27&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it."&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was dumbfounded. For the rest of the night I felt like such a sandy person, I basically kept my heads between my knees and almost cried (sorta). Not only had I been that sandy person, but i now had the choice again to be that sandy person still or not, which was the same choice I had to choice at the start of the year. In my head I choose to build firm foundations on the rock, but in reality my rock was but caked sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm. I think i will leave it there. I know a large number of you have been praying for me and my relationships, and i ask you now to continue to do so. If you feel you want to know more about whats going on, then ask me, I need people to be asking the hard questions, its what actually keeps me inline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am signing off again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115012307633954978?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115012307633954978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115012307633954978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115012307633954978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115012307633954978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/sandy-land.html' title='Sandy Land'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-115011511152953234</id><published>2006-06-12T22:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:25:12.756+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with those Fags</title><content type='html'>HEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I half only did this post so i could use that title, i wonder how many people jumped to a whole heap of wrong conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i'm just having a whing about the current cigarette packaging that we now have. For those of you that have no idea what i'm talking about &lt;a href="http://www.quitnow.info.au/warnings/brochure.pdf"&gt;click here (it contains some really cool images)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continually get people specially requesting certain packs of smokes, however we just give them whatever is at the front. I love seeing the reactions that i get from people's face when i give them their newly owned smokes. I'll even choose the really good ones ;) for people that look like they will react well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was different though. I had this big macho looking person come up and ask for some PJ Super 30s (not that its their name anymore). I gave him the arteriy pack (#4 from the pdf), and the guy refused to take them. He really didn't like the pic, so i offered him one that was worse, he didn't like that idea :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing i love to rub it is when they complain about the price of fuel and then buy one or two packs of smoke. I just ask them, whats costing you more, you're fuel or you're smokes. They dont like that question, basically because they are normally saying that they can't pay for their fuel, but they'll still get their smokes :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blegh, i;m over ranting for now, but i;m getting so many cool 'fag' stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-115011511152953234?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115011511152953234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=115011511152953234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115011511152953234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/115011511152953234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-up-with-those-fags.html' title='What&apos;s up with those Fags'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114977837843881361</id><published>2006-06-09T00:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T00:54:48.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'>RESET - Push Me</title><content type='html'>I think over the last few weeks, my life has be 'reset' like the button on the front of your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you boot up a computer not so much crap has been loaded into memory and the computer generally runs better. The longer we keep it running to more crap we add to it and the slow and more slugish the how system gets. Also to take the analogy futher if you try to connect in with other people in this state it also effects the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes i've been reset, and just when i came to this realisation about 10mins ago i received this email from the vicar at my parents church. (Damn well timed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The patient believer gets what God promises (Hebrews 6:12).&lt;br /&gt;Faith without patience is excitement running ahead of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Patience is waiting longer than you want, with a great attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Patience is coping with pressure, obstacles and hold-ups without losing your temper.&lt;br /&gt;Patience is enduring difficult circumstances with a positive, uncomplaining attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Patience positions you where dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;Impatience, bad attitudes and haste, position you badly in life.&lt;br /&gt;Faith AND patience - The keys to your future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114977837843881361?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114977837843881361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114977837843881361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114977837843881361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114977837843881361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/reset-push-me.html' title='RESET - Push Me'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114952696048388572</id><published>2006-06-06T03:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T03:02:40.526+10:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Lucky</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been one full of mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night entailed a very lengthy conversation with numerous people from all over the country, even as far as Sale :P. This conversation was so lengthy that it concluded at aproximatly 7am in the morning. Normally this isn't an issue for me, however on Saturday i started work at 9am. So i took myself to bed and had a 1 hour sleep, woke up, showered, and then raced off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shift was till 2pm, then i came home, did random things and then went out for a 2nd shift in Croyden which was from 5pm till 12:15am, so i had a very long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night i slept quite soundly, i then woke up did my normal wakeup thing and took myself off again for another shift. Straight from work i drove to my parents house, back down in Frankston. On Sat it was my father's birthday and so i was returning to celebrate it with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at my parents house at about 6:15pm. One of the first things that shocked me as I entered the house was our dog was sitting with her head resting on her paws in front of the heater near the door. This in its self itsn't that bizzare as our pets quite regualarly reside there. However Lucky (our dog) normally welcomes everyone one before entry with a large amount of barking and excitement. Not today it would seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i called her name, "Hey Lucky" and she didn't even move. I then lowered myself to her and again she didn't move at all, except for her eyes, which were now looking up at me. I had been told that she hadn't been well for a little while now, but i hadn't returned home for sometime now so i suppose it hadn't sunk in yet. At that point i really realised how bad the situation was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then continued through to the kitchen where mum was, and said hello to her. I then commented to her about Lucky, and she didn't seem surprised at all. I learnt that she hadn't eat for a few days and basically hadn't moved from that spot all day. I then ask her how dad was, as Lucky is turely his dog, and they are very attached, to which mum told me that he basically hadn't spoken all day, and he was out picking up my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went upstairs to say hello to Nahum and Anita (Brother and his girlfriend). I sat with them for a while and we sorta did the catch up thing, sorta like distance relis do when they havn't seen each other for a while. It was great though, i really do enjoy the time i now get to spend with my family, and this sorta reminded me of sharing a room with Nahum over 10 years ago and talking right into the night about nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad then returned home with Si'arn, at this point Nahum's room became a meeting point and all of us except mum where in there. Dad then turned on his very serious very and started telling us about what he had been thinking about for the day, and it was about Lucky's future. Basically he had decided that we going to put her down at some point this week and that we should be saying our goodbyes and alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad at this point was very emotional and i really wanted to phsycally support him, but i didn't. Nahum, Si'arn and I havn't really had the most healthy of relationships with our father and it just didn't seem natural to phyically support him at that point. However Anita reached forward and lightly patted his arm. Man did we look bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the rest of sunday was quite pleasent. Dad opened birthday pressies and me dad and one of our friends, Tristan, watched a couple of movies. (World fastest Indian, and Keeping Mum, both fantastic movies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day dad awoke me in the morning and told me had was going to take Lucky in today and whether i wanted to be with her before they left. To which i decided to remain in bed, i dont think i was in the position to be emtional and also to be honest i was still very tired, and i'm not the best of people to be around when i'm tied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i finally awoke dad was just arriving home and we crossed paths in the kitchen (the best of metting places). I just asked him if he was alright, at which point he basically broken down in my arm, and we both started crying into each others shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been phyical with my father before so it did feel a little odd. However i felt like a father comforting his child, which also felt odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad then started to prepare some breakfast and i started paceing around, as we both like to keep our brains active in times like this. We just started talking about how things are going to be different and that we will receive Lucky's ashes in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dad said something along the lines of this "So this is how God feels day after day", at which point i completely broke down, much more than i already had, to the point where i had to turn my back on dad and hold my hands to my face. So many thoughts were going through my head. Dad was still thinking out loud. And we're both sitting on the verge of running out of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What got me so upset was this was how we were about our dog which we had adopted as ours, and these were the emotions we were feeling. So how does God feel when we stab him in the back, when we remove him from our lives, when we spit in his face, when we decide to take our life, when we simily say NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and dad talked for a little while longer. He then asked me to be honest with him about all the Ash stuff that was happening, so i did. I started crying again. I'm not sure if it was so much about Ash, but more because i was already so emotional, and the fact i'm sick of sitting in life, and just living. Anyways thats a whole other subject which i'm not going into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM so... yes...., When after that i realised what the time was and that i need to get on the road to go back to work again. So i packed my stuff and drove back to Wantirna and worked till 18:30. I then came home and pottered around. Had a few really good conversations with people, and one somewhat arkward and bizarre conversation, but in all a good ending to a very mixed weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its now time for me to now sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114952696048388572?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114952696048388572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114952696048388572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114952696048388572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114952696048388572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/rip-lucky.html' title='RIP Lucky'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114923283494329785</id><published>2006-06-02T17:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T17:31:25.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no ONE for everybody</title><content type='html'>Yes i;m quoting from &lt;a href="http://gush.youthalive.com.au/showthread.php?p=229740#post229740"&gt;Gush&lt;/a&gt; again, but i though this is an interesting disccusion topic too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5px 20px 20px;"&gt;&lt;div class="smallfont" style="margin-bottom: 2px;"&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;The General&lt;/strong&gt; wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;small&gt;Does everyone believe in the concept of 'the one'? I know I've thought Ive found her before. I know I was wrong. I don't think that there is any 'one' for people, but rather people who you are completely suited to.&lt;br /&gt;Where you go from there is your choice.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My responce is as follows&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I go along the theroy that there ISN'T ONE person out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First basic reason is we live in a world of free choice. We choose who we marry, just as much as they choose use. If there was some list we could refer to and go "oh thats who my wife is going to be" that would be different, but thats not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i have found through history is that people go through heartache and break up, and then at times get the mentality that there is just one person. Someone who is absolutly perfect for them, but i would challenge you to find anyone perfect walking this earth who is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beleive that we can love anyone. That love is an action and therefore it is our choice. As we walk through life we find people (or a person) that somehow well feel atracted to them, and we choose to develop the relationship to somewhere where we choose to love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this isn't to say that God isn't apart of the relationship and not even to say that God did or didn't bring you together, but ultimatly its our choice to start something, and our choice to work through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a discussion with a 'female mutural friend' (inside joke) somewhat recently about praying for the person that we are to marry. The question being should we spend our time praying for them and that God will cross our paths. Basically from memory i think what we both got from it was that we need to worry about our own journey with our Father than worry about some other random (as thats all they are in our life atp). We need to trust God in our life and worry about how we are walking with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell God doesn't have ONE person, but he knows the ONE we will marry.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gush.youthalive.com.au/showthread.php?p=229740#post229740"&gt;Click here to follow the thread&lt;/a&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/21756990-114923283494329785?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114923283494329785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114923283494329785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114923283494329785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114923283494329785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/06/there-is-no-one-for-everybody.html' title='There is no ONE for everybody'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114905155888591164</id><published>2006-05-31T14:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T03:58:00.413+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys and gals...just friends?</title><content type='html'>This is somewhat a responce to a question that was asked on &lt;a href="http://gush.youthalive.com.au/showthread.php?t=6570"&gt;Gush&lt;/a&gt;, a christian youth forum community&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gush.youthalive.com.au/showpost.php?p=228522&amp;postcount=1"&gt;One of the girls from the community asked:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;small&gt;One of my closest (older) friends believes that young guys and girls can't be just friends. That it doesn't work, causes too many complications etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've struggled with her opinion a lot as my best friend is a guy and two of my other closest friends are guys. Given, my best friend was once my boyfriend and one of the other friends and I had a few issues at the start of our friendship due to conflicting feelings. But all is sorted now and I can't imagine my life without these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you dudes and dudettes think?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://gush.youthalive.com.au/showpost.php?p=228553&amp;amp;postcount=4"&gt;And this was my responce: i just thought you'd be interested.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;small&gt;See this is a very interesting thread to pop-up right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm sorry loads of this is going to sound vague, i'm sure you can understand why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year i met a good friend, i mean we met for the first time, and we hit it off really well. We met on a camp over about a 1 week period. Since then we have kept in contact and communicate on a regular basis, be it by phone, msn or email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the friendship i decided that i like her and I told her that. We didn't start dating or anything because she's studying YR12 and lives a little distance away from me, and there are a few other but they will remain unnamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then decided in my head that all i had to do was to wait around for her until the time was right when i could fanially 'have her'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is i never really found out with certainty how she felt about things, and recently we both were convicted to call each other (on the same night funny enough) and talk things through. Since i have found out that she 'only ever wants to be firends', which originally when i had the news was absolutly devistating and i cried out the rest of the night and some of the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the problem is that i worked myself up so much, decided there was something happening when in reality there wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I talked to God about her earlier in the year and what i was told was that if i really cared about this girl, that i needed to trust him with her, and that i really needed to be carefull what happens in the future, in terms of our interaction. And luck had it that i screwed it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean we are still friends and stuff now, but i havn't managed to turn my feels off yet. However God gave me a much better night last night, and i can see that things are changing within my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i'm basically saying is i surely hope guys and girls can be good friends. However they need to make sure that they communicate what happening between themselves and be honest with both each other, but most inportantly God, our father, who cares so deeply for all of Us, His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are apart of this community i encourage you to jump onto the site and post in there and share in the discussion. If you not apart of our community then feel free to join. The community isn't there for Christians, anyone can join it. However it is a Christian site, but dont let that stop you. If you are unsure, then ask some questions. There are over 250 member (since early this month) and there are always people online and we all like to have a good chat about thing. Hell why dont you even challenge us with something you can dig up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114905155888591164?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114905155888591164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114905155888591164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114905155888591164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114905155888591164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/guys-and-galsjust-friends.html' title='Guys and gals...just friends?'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114896187932634080</id><published>2006-05-30T14:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T14:08:09.916+10:00</updated><title type='text'>True Colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You with the sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't be discouraged&lt;br /&gt;Oh I realize&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to take courage&lt;br /&gt;In a world full of people&lt;br /&gt;You can lose sight of it all&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness inside you&lt;br /&gt;Can make you feel so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;Shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors&lt;br /&gt;True colors are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a smile then,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be unhappy, can't remember&lt;br /&gt;When I last saw you laughing&lt;br /&gt;If this world makes you crazy&lt;br /&gt;And you've taken all you can bear&lt;br /&gt;You call me up&lt;br /&gt;Because you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;Shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors&lt;br /&gt;True colors are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Like a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114896187932634080?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114896187932634080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114896187932634080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114896187932634080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114896187932634080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/true-colours.html' title='True Colours'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114891263020180123</id><published>2006-05-30T00:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:23:50.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY</title><content type='html'>I FEEL SO BROKEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my insides have been exposed and all the world can see my pain, the pain that i have created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we choose to ignore God on some of the simplest of things and yet when we down it ends up in complete crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i had to do was not to do anything and simply trust him, and now i'm so bloody scared that i have screwed up something huge. Something that doesn't just effect my life but that of others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By me ignoring him, i caused others to feel pain, to have to make hard decsions, to fear people's responces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in my life atm seems to be turned on me, and if only i could learn to trust him, to not work under my own steam and my own thoughts but to live through him and to get my fat head to listen and shut up instead of taking situations and understanding from them what i want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this was very random, but i suppose thats how i am atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114891263020180123?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114891263020180123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114891263020180123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114891263020180123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114891263020180123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/why.html' title='WHY'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114836736708504620</id><published>2006-05-23T16:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:58:32.636+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic! At The Disco - I Constantly Thank God For Esteban Lyrics</title><content type='html'>My current band obbession is 'Panic! At The Disco'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is their second track from their album, 'A Fever You Can't Sweat Out', called 'I Constantly Thank God For Esteban Lyrics'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive our sins&lt;br /&gt;Forged at the pulpit with forked tongues selling faux sermons&lt;br /&gt;Because I am a new wave gospel sharp, and you'll be thy witness&lt;br /&gt;So gentlemen, if you are going to preach,&lt;br /&gt;Then for God sakes preach with conviction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band!&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! the conductor is beckoning&lt;br /&gt;Come congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;No. Don't you get it don't you get it? Now don't you...move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band!&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! the conductor beckoning&lt;br /&gt;Come congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;No. Don't you get it don't you get it? Now don't you...move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stay where I can see you.&lt;br /&gt;Douse the lights!&lt;br /&gt;We sure are in for a show tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this little number we are graced by two displays of character,&lt;br /&gt;We've got: the gunslinger extraordinaire, a walking contradiction;&lt;br /&gt;And I for one can see no blood&lt;br /&gt;From the hearts and the wrists you allegedly slit&lt;br /&gt;And I for one wont stand for this&lt;br /&gt;If the scene were a parish you'd all be condemned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band!&lt;br /&gt;Whoa the conductor is beckoning&lt;br /&gt;Come congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;No. Don't you get it don't you get it? Now don't you...move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band!&lt;br /&gt;Whoa the conductor is beckoning&lt;br /&gt;Come congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;No. Don't you get it don't you get it? Now don't you, don't you...move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stay where I can see you.&lt;br /&gt;Douse the lights!&lt;br /&gt;...We sure are in for a show tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stay where I can see you.&lt;br /&gt;Douse the lights!&lt;br /&gt;...We sure are in for a show tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stay where I can see you.&lt;br /&gt;Douse the lights!&lt;br /&gt;La da ta ta la da ta ta la da ta ta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band!&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! the conductor is beckoning&lt;br /&gt;Come congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;No. Don't you get it don't you get it? Now don't you move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band!&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! the conductor is beckoning&lt;br /&gt;Come congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;No. Don't you get it don't you get it? Now don't you move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you move&lt;br /&gt;Don't you move!&lt;br /&gt;Strike up the band!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114836736708504620?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114836736708504620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114836736708504620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114836736708504620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114836736708504620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/panic-at-disco-i-constantly-thank-god.html' title='Panic! At The Disco - I Constantly Thank God For Esteban Lyrics'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114835264523213021</id><published>2006-05-23T12:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T12:50:45.240+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lieing</title><content type='html'>Is it completely wrong to lie to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had to live a bit of a lie, and it was really worried how easily i was able to pull it off, as i was very worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesturday i got a phone call, basically at the end of my shift. It was a lady from the ABS (Australian Buero of Statistics), and she was calling to offer me an interview for the job as a collector for the Census that we well all be completing later this year. Anyways the interview was arranged for midday today at her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i was up fairly later last night, and so i finally retired myself to my bed at 6am, which i know was a silly time, but i had a good night. The next problem was that i set my alarm to PM not AM and therefore it didn't go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i finally awoke this morning (or should i say afternoon) it was 12:04pm, so it wasn't so bad. I gave the lady a call and said to her that I had been held up at work and that i would be there shortly. I then promptly got my uniform from work on and left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i got there i had to appologies and i said something about hating it when the next staff member decides they'll be late and they dont tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she didn't seem to have any issues with me, and she was thankful that i called her to let her know i was running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose we'll see in the next few weeks whether i got the job. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114835264523213021?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114835264523213021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114835264523213021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114835264523213021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114835264523213021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/lieing.html' title='Lieing'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114832581120237545</id><published>2006-05-23T05:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T05:23:31.210+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets see what happens here:</title><content type='html'>Ok please everyone reply, it may be an effort for me to go through them all, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your name and&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll tell you what song or movie reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll ask you a question.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll describe our final fight to the death.&lt;br /&gt;7. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114832581120237545?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114832581120237545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114832581120237545' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114832581120237545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114832581120237545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/lets-see-what-happens-here.html' title='Lets see what happens here:'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114761068102415552</id><published>2006-05-14T22:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:44:41.083+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Affirmation - Gee how I love it.</title><content type='html'>Well tonight i got to worship lead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh its been a long time since i have done that. I was working it out earlier and i think its been about 3.5 years since i have officially lead worship at a church, i may have done some YITS things in 04, but this was different. Everything is fairly casual in terms of the music ministry at Boronia. I had completely forgotten that someone had spoken to me a few weeks back, and i had this little feeling as i was walking up to the building from my car, that wouldn't it be cool if was asked to help them lead the music tonight, and as it happen i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a few songs that I hadn't heard before attending their church, so i was a little raw with them, but basically it went fanstically well. I was singing with another girl and her father. (who's names i dont recall - dam memory). Anyways the father's voice is a strong and straight forward style voice, which at times can make me cring, but tonight he was good. He also plays the piano. His daughter has an absolutly amazing voice, especially for her age, which would be around 13-14. It was an absolute privilage to sing with her, and i have this really weird thing were when i'm signing in such a way i get this od shiver that goes through me. The only other time i get this shiver is when i'm in very close contact with God and/or something he is working really biggly (yes i made that word up) in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i found and her and I were able to go through the songs with such joy and as i have said its was both a pleasure and a privilage to be able to sing with her. We were able to bounce melodies and harmanies off each other, and what made it particularly good was the fact that i really didn't know what i was doing, and i'm not sure how much she did, but we were able to flow through the songs pretty dam well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i probably enjoy the most about worship leading is being able to take people somewhere where they feel closer to God and to be able to see it on their face and in their actions, and i got to see that tonight. It gives me a real sence of joy and also one of achievement and worth. The other thing i love is the praise and 'affirmation' i receive after the service. At my parents church i used to worship lead at most of the services that we ever ran, but then i started to get involved in different ministries that happened during the service and i was no longer in the 'lime light' i suppose. I found myself doing the jobs that people didn't see or that people just didn't seem to acknowledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However what was great about tonight was that i had numerous people commenting on my 'work/effect', and thats fantastic. I know that this is a little selfish but fact of the matter is that it does feel really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i find myself just trying to get the approval and acknowledgement from people, because it does give me a sense of worth, that my energies have not gone to waste. I was in some way able to help them. I'm not convinced that its completely selfish, but that fact of the matter is that alot of the actions that i do, is because i really like the rewards at the end. That doesn't mean my heart isn't in it, but it does mean i love the approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114761068102415552?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114761068102415552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114761068102415552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114761068102415552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114761068102415552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/words-of-affirmation-gee-how-i-love-it.html' title='Words of Affirmation - Gee how I love it.'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114753782119097726</id><published>2006-05-14T02:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T02:35:59.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Archived email</title><content type='html'>This is an edited verson of an email i sent out to someone a few months back, i have put it on here to possible create conversation but also to filling some details from one of the &lt;a href="http://gush.youthalive.com.au/"&gt;gush &lt;/a&gt;threads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Friday I woke to the knowledge that I would be driving back to Frankston to what was a fairly sad occasion, however I wasn’t feeling sad at all about it. All I knew was that I didn’t want to get out of bed. From memory I delayed getting up for over an hour, till I knew I had to get up or else I would be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The drive home (as it still is home somewhat) was quite pleasant, nothing really stood out. It was driving. I eventually arrived home and went inside, and said hello to mum and dad, who were the only ones home at the time. Nahum had walked down to the Uni to walk Anita home. Once they arrived back we talked for a little bit and then left to pick Si’arn up from high school. While picking her up, some random person said “hey anthony”, and I’m thinking I know your face, and its from production, but I have no idea who the hell you are. So we talked for a little bit. In the end I found out his name was Tim and he was in YR11. He seemed very excited to see me, which was cool. My high school is doing Fame this year, so that’s very exciting; I have to see it when they preform it. Tim is in it and from memory he said there were 5 boys in the cast, which is fairly normal for my high school, which might explain the YR8 fan club a little&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyways Si’arn and I drove home and we all got ourselves ready for nanna’s committal. I thought at first that it was going to be a memorial service, but in the end all we were doing was putting her ashes into the ground. So basically we went out to the memorial garden at church where a hole had been prepared. Phil, our vicar, said some things, and my dad said a prayer and then each of the brothers (uncles) poured some ashes into the hole. This is the point where I realised that a person who I once knew had been burnt, and all that remained of her were these ashes, and we were burying them in this garden. Then each of them took the shovel and placed some dirt on top of their mother. She was now buried and the chip bark was placed over the area, and the spot blended in with the rest of the garden. All we have to show for her life is our own and a small plaque on the wall in that garden&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My dad has two brothers, one of which is a twin and the other younger. He also had an older sister, but she passed away in recent years, and she lived in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;(we never met, along with her 7 children). So Uncle Lindsay, dad’s twin, and Uncle Royston were there along with their wives and two children each. Lindsay’s eldest is Amy and she is a year older than me, and his other child is mark who is a little younger than Nahum. Edward and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sahara&lt;/st1:place&gt; are Royston’s children and they are about Nahum and Si’arn’s age.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The next few hours were spent at the church still, just talking with the family. I hadn’t seen some of these guys for probably 5 years, and we all live in Melbourne and the same side of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; even. Things have always been awkward on dad’s side of the family, I’m not sure why, but I think it’s because we never see each other, so when we do, wants meant to happen, it’s all foreign to us. In the end I managed to get some conversation out of a few people so that was really good and we got to listen to pathetic jocks from the uncles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Actually I’m going to step back a little, while the ashes were been put into the ground Jono called my mobile, which was quite embarrassing (RING RING RING RING RING RING RING, BANANA PHONE&lt;br /&gt;etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114753782119097726?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114753782119097726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114753782119097726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114753782119097726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114753782119097726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/archived-email.html' title='Archived email'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114745116103017334</id><published>2006-05-13T02:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T02:26:08.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How willing are we to act?</title><content type='html'>Is entry only has a small bit to do with the title i just put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour and a half ago i was sitting around, after the closer of a conversation i was having with a friend, and was wondering what i wanted to do with the remainer of my night before i went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i had this incling that i should go for a bike ride. So i asked the big fella if he wanted me to go for a ride, and i think i got the responce of "if you want to go for one then go". I stood in my kitchen for a few moments wondering what to do. I had no idea where this thought had come from, so i questioned again and got the same responce. So i though well what have i got to lose, if god is going to do something here then i better get on my bike and ride it. If he's not working here then i've had some good exercise. So i changed my status on the computer, searched out my lights for my bike and went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was getting my bike out of the shed i realised i had no idea where i was to go, all i had in my head was to ride towards the trainlines and follow them down the tracks in the direction of Ferntree Gully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was ridding along i kept thinking about the purpose of this ride, and how i was going to blog all this once i got home (assuming there was no ugly person along the trackes that would prevent me getting home). So i was thinking maybe i would find some person lying on the side of the path unconscience and that i would be there to look after them and care for them, or maybe something really cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one or two seconds later i say a dead possum lieing on the side of the path, and i just thought to myself, well thats hallarious God, but seriously it was funny, i do like his humer sometimes. Next i noticed that the train signals had turned red, when the previous signal was amber. Normally the signals will only go red when its unsafe to proced, and a typical everyday senario would be when a train had just past, but no train had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i noticed that there was a train aproaching from behind me, he wasn't slowing to quickly which surprised me at first as i knew he had to stop before he got to the signal. He did manage to stop intime, but he had to make a but ot noise in the process. The next thing i noticed was that there were 6 carriages coupled on this train, which was really od for this time of night, normally they only have 3. Anyways the train had stopped and i stopped with it, wondering why it was just sitting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also me being me i had to see who was on the train and see if anything was out of place, but no all i had was a few od faces looking back at me, probably just as puzzled as i was. Oh and for whatever reason the last 2 carriages were empty, which was od coz there was probably about 50 people on the train and these were the pass through train types so people could sit wherever, but no they were in the forward ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the train then took off and i was somewhat disapointed then nothing came of it. So i kept ridding on down the trackes and go to the Ferntree Gully station and shops, i had no idea where to go from here so i continued down what appeared to be a major road. I dont think i realised how steep this road was as i think i only turned my peddals twice and i was flying down this street. I was going down one of the paths and realised just once i was appon it that i was about to cross a road, i pulled on the brakes and then was really thankful that there was no car coming out of the street. As i hit the kerb i herd this plastic noise on the cement but thought nothing of it, except that i should slow down before i reach another road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then realise that i was aproaching Burwood Hwy just at the 7-11 servo and i thought i want to get something into me, and i realised that the safeway in Ferntree Gully was a 24 hour store. So i went over there and walked around a little. I bought some chocolate bars, chocolate milk, and bike lock, and an eco green bag. I stood in a que, where i had to wait for a lady who had just finished her shift and had just done her shopping and was talking to the counter lady. I didn't mind too much coz i just talkied with the security dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both bought our things and progressed on. I then realised i wanted to sit somewhere and eat and drink. So i found a bus stop opostie the 7-11 servo, and the lady that was before me in the que was filling up with fuel at 7-11, i just hope she didn't think i was storking her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then finished my food and drink and rod home, somewhat disapointed that nothing spectacular happened but still i got to have a nice ride and now i smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114745116103017334?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114745116103017334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114745116103017334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114745116103017334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114745116103017334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-willing-are-we-to-act.html' title='How willing are we to act?'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114744002787531457</id><published>2006-05-12T23:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:20:27.916+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Human Condition</title><content type='html'>so is it the human condition to want a partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I single life isn't easy, and what i;m finding is the single life after a partnered life is even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before April, I knew I wanted a person to share my life with and that life felt very lonely, but life after that sort of relationship things are a little bit different again. I mean i still sit here and wish I had that someone still, not April but someone, and i know what al feelings like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights like tonight are very interesting. I get reminded somehow about these feelings, generally its by a movie and it was in tonights case. I don't know what it is but i know what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be able to share my life with someone,&lt;br /&gt;to journey with them,&lt;br /&gt;to struggle with them,&lt;br /&gt;to experience with them,&lt;br /&gt;to be able to 'enjoy' them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at this and i wonder whether its a search for happyness, but i dont think so. Yes there would be times of joy but also times of sorrow, but i want those too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life atm just seems to have no meaning, no purpose. Basically my life atm consists of talking with people and going to work. Some people would now argue that that's what everyone does but thats not the case. Most people are working for something, for some purpose, but what am i working for. The hope of some life some day maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this discussion with my father the other day and he said that that's what he has done for the last 30 or whatever years, but then i said to him. Look at me, i'm hear. My siblings and myself are the 'products' of his work. His life has had purpose and it continues to in the work that he is now doing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do i have. I have a house and car, and i have stuff in them, but do i have anything else. I know i want something else, but at the very least i want to be able to share this stuff that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114744002787531457?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114744002787531457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114744002787531457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114744002787531457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114744002787531457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/human-condition.html' title='The Human Condition'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114741839210104334</id><published>2006-05-12T17:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T17:20:12.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Boy</title><content type='html'>One thing i have been really surprised about moving into this house is that i have only had 2 conversations with any of my neighbours, well before today. (not counting the lady who lives in the other half of this house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One conversation was in the first week when the people across the road came over and said hello. They had only lived in the area for a short time. They had come down from Belgrave to see what living in a slightly more densely populated area would be like. They moved out only a few weeks later. The gosip from Jennifer (the lady in the other half of the house) is that they were kicked out, but i;m not so sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second conversation was with my neighbour on the south side when a tree branch had fallen down over our fence from his tree and i was requesting he clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today i was out chipping up some branches, the messy workmen left me. When this boy of the street came up and handed me a small branch. After he handed it to me i asked him if he wanted me to mulch it up and which he said yes. He then waited for me to mulch it and then he ran away. He then came back a second time, to which i turned off the machine to be able to have a conversation. He became upset and worried, and ask what happened to the machine. I asked him where he was from and he ran very quickly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i will see him again some time. I didn't recognise him though. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114741839210104334?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114741839210104334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114741839210104334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114741839210104334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114741839210104334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-boy.html' title='Random Boy'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114723513836637388</id><published>2006-05-10T14:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T14:25:38.423+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BLEH</title><content type='html'>Is there anyone out there that isn't feeling like the world is agaist them and generally crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what it is about these few weeks, but it seems that we are all incrediably down, myself included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completely honest atm i would prefer to just stay in my bed all day, and sit on the internet talking to interesting people. Atm i have a massive list of jobs to be done, there is loads of things around the house and stuff that need to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However i get to the end of my day, which atm is about 3 in the morning, when i go to bed, then i awake just in time to go to work. Like today i've just got up and i start work at 15:30, therefore there isn't much time to trying and get much done, then i come home from work and i;m stuffed. So i sitting infront of the computer with music or the TV on, and then its 3am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now logic would say, just go to bed earlier, but from the hours of 19:00 to 03:00 is when i feel the most alive, when i have the most purpose, when i'm able to interact with people that i;m interested in, and i hope are interested with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean i work with customers all day, and i'll ask them how they are going while i;m serving them, and they'll return the question, and then generally i'll actually give them an answer, though they never wanted to hear it. However most people that ask it at night (namly MSN) actually are interested in how i;m going and i'm interested in how they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still i can't be stuffed, and i can't beleive i have typed so much here. I was thinking i would sit here and just say something like i can't be stuff, which i have, but i havn't left it there, but i think you guys are the people who are actually interested so i hope you have enjoyed (though thats probably the wrong word), reading through my entry, and feel free to ask me any questions, and i better start prepareing myself for work., so then i can finish work and sit back here on this seat, and hopefully have a chat with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114723513836637388?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114723513836637388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114723513836637388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114723513836637388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114723513836637388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/bleh.html' title='BLEH'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114710262338742654</id><published>2006-05-09T01:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:37:03.396+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;So i havn't posted on here for awhile, well thats because i dont have much to post. I mean i good blog my ins and outs of my day, but i'm not sure thats what i want to be doing, but if thats what your want to be reading tell me.&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/21756990-114710262338742654?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114710262338742654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114710262338742654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114710262338742654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114710262338742654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/blogging.html' title='Blogging?'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114666539972204889</id><published>2006-05-04T00:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T00:09:59.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;table _base_href="http://spaces.msn.com/mmm2006-03-23_17.22/" border="0" cellspacing="0" class="fixedTable blogpost" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody _base_href="http://spaces.msn.com/mmm2006-03-23_17.22/"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ellipse"&gt;&lt;defanged-span class="bvTitle" id="subjcns!22CEFBED0A5583B9!341"&gt;Movies&lt;/defanged-span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="bvh8"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td id="msgcns!22CEFBED0A5583B9!341"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Take&lt;br /&gt;the list and post it into your own blog (as opposed to someone else's&lt;br /&gt;blog, duh), marking movies you've seen with an X, and removing X's if&lt;br /&gt;you haven't seen an already marked one.&lt;br/&gt;2. Add five more movies to the end of the list. The meme must be fed!&lt;br/&gt;3. Count how many X's you have. If you've seen more than 70% movies of them, you are a "Movie Whore".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. () Napoleon Dynamite&lt;br/&gt;2. (X) Saw&lt;br/&gt;3. () White Noise&lt;br/&gt;4. () White Oleander&lt;br/&gt;5. (X) Anger Management&lt;br/&gt;6. (X) 50 First Dates&lt;br/&gt;7. () Jason X&lt;br/&gt;8. (X) Scream&lt;br/&gt;9. () Scream 2&lt;br/&gt;10. () Scream 3&lt;br/&gt;11. (X) Scary Movie&lt;br/&gt;12. (X) Scary Movie 2&lt;br/&gt;13. (X) Scary Movie 3&lt;br/&gt;14. (X) American Pie&lt;br/&gt;15. (X) American Pie 2&lt;br/&gt;16. (X) American Wedding&lt;br/&gt;17. (X) Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone&lt;br/&gt;18. (X) Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets&lt;br/&gt;19. (X) Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;br/&gt;20. () Resident Evil&lt;br/&gt;21. () Resident Evil: Apocalypse&lt;br/&gt;22. (X) The Wedding Singer&lt;br/&gt;23. () Little Black Book&lt;br/&gt;24. () The Village&lt;br/&gt;25. () Donnie Darko&lt;br/&gt;26. (X) Lilo  Stitch&lt;br/&gt;27. (X) Finding Nemo&lt;br/&gt;28. (X) Finding Neverland&lt;br/&gt;29. (X) 13 Ghosts&lt;br/&gt;30. (X) Signs&lt;br/&gt;31. (X) The Grinch&lt;br/&gt;32. () Texas Chainsaw Massacre (The Original)&lt;br/&gt;33. () White Chicks&lt;br/&gt;34. (X) Butterfly Effect&lt;br/&gt;35. () Thirteen Going On 30 (called Suddenly 30 in Australia)&lt;br/&gt;36. (X) I, Robot&lt;br/&gt;37. (X) Dodgeball&lt;br/&gt;38. () Universal Soldier&lt;br/&gt;39. (X) A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;br/&gt;40. () Along Came A Spider&lt;br/&gt;41. (X) Deep Impact&lt;br/&gt;42. () Kingpin&lt;br/&gt;43. (X) Never Been Kissed&lt;br/&gt;44. (X) Meet the Parents&lt;br/&gt;45. (X) Meet The Fockers&lt;br/&gt;46. () Eight Crazy Nights&lt;br/&gt;47. (X) A Cinderella Story&lt;br/&gt;48. () The Terminal&lt;br/&gt;49. (X) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br/&gt;50. () Passport to Paris&lt;br/&gt;51. (X) Dumb  Dumber&lt;br/&gt;52. (X) Dumb  Dumberer&lt;br/&gt;53. (X) Final Destination&lt;br/&gt;54. (X) Final Destination 2&lt;br/&gt;55. () Halloween&lt;br/&gt;56. () Halloween 2&lt;br/&gt;57. () Halloween 3&lt;br/&gt;58. () Halloween 4&lt;br/&gt;59. () Halloween 5&lt;br/&gt;60. () H20&lt;br/&gt;61. () Halloween: The Resurrection&lt;br/&gt;62. (X) The Ring (or Ringu)&lt;br/&gt;63. () The Ring 2&lt;br/&gt;64. () Harold and Kumar go to White Castle&lt;br/&gt;65. () Practical Magic&lt;br/&gt;66. (X) Chicago&lt;br/&gt;67. () Ghost Ship&lt;br/&gt;68. () From Hell&lt;br/&gt;69. (X) Team America&lt;br/&gt;70. () Hellboy&lt;br/&gt;71. () Secret Window&lt;br/&gt;72. () I Am Sam&lt;br/&gt;73. (X) The Whole Nine Yards&lt;br/&gt;74. (X) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br/&gt;75. () Child's Play&lt;br/&gt;76. () Bride of Chucky&lt;br/&gt;77. (X) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;br/&gt;78. (X) Just Married&lt;br/&gt;79. (X) Gothika&lt;br/&gt;80. () Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br/&gt;81. () Sixteen Candles&lt;br/&gt;82. (X) Bad Boys 2&lt;br/&gt;83. () Joy Ride&lt;br/&gt;84. () Seven&lt;br/&gt;85. (X) Oceans Eleven&lt;br/&gt;86. (X) Oceans Twelve&lt;br/&gt;87. (X) Identity&lt;br/&gt;88. () Lone Star&lt;br/&gt;89. (X) Bedazzled&lt;br/&gt;90. (X) Predator&lt;br/&gt;91. () Predator II&lt;br/&gt;92. (X) Independence Day&lt;br/&gt;93. () Cujo&lt;br/&gt;94. () A Bronx Tale&lt;br/&gt;95. () Darkness Falls&lt;br/&gt;96. () Christine&lt;br/&gt;97. (X) ET&lt;br/&gt;98. () Children of the Corn&lt;br/&gt;99. (X) My Boss' Daughter&lt;br/&gt;100. () Maid in Manhattan&lt;br/&gt;101. () Frailty&lt;br/&gt;102. () Best Bet&lt;br/&gt;103. (X) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;br/&gt;104. () She's All That&lt;br/&gt;105. () Calendar Girls&lt;br/&gt;106. () Sideways&lt;br/&gt;107. (X) Mars Attacks&lt;br/&gt;108. () Event Horizon&lt;br/&gt;109. (X) Ever After&lt;br/&gt;110. (X) Forrest Gump&lt;br/&gt;111. (X) Remember the Titans&lt;br/&gt;112. (X) Madagascar&lt;br/&gt;113. () Kicking and Screaming&lt;br/&gt;114. (X) The Green Mile&lt;br/&gt;115. (X) The Notebook&lt;br/&gt;116. (X) Braveheart&lt;br/&gt;117. () Snatch&lt;br/&gt;118. () Legend&lt;br/&gt;119. (X) Fight Club&lt;br/&gt;120. () Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels&lt;br/&gt;121. () The Godfather&lt;br/&gt;122. (X) The Breakfest Club&lt;br/&gt;123. () Trains, planes, and automobiles&lt;br/&gt;124. () Nothing but Trouble&lt;br/&gt;125. () Old School&lt;br/&gt;126. () Wicker Park&lt;br/&gt;127. (X) American Beauty&lt;br/&gt;128. () Napoleon Dynomite (that's in here twice!!!!)&lt;br/&gt;129. (X) Kill Bill 1&lt;br/&gt;130. () Kill Bill 2&lt;br/&gt;131. (X)I know what you did last summer&lt;br/&gt;132. (X) Dude where's my car?&lt;br/&gt;133. (X) Riding in cars with boys.&lt;br/&gt;134. () Alex and Emma&lt;br/&gt;135. () Rocky 1-5&lt;br/&gt;136. () The Stupids&lt;br/&gt;137. (X) The Matrix&lt;br/&gt;138. (X) Spider-Man&lt;br/&gt;139. (X) Spider-Man 2&lt;br/&gt;140. (X) The longest Yard&lt;br/&gt;141. (X) Robin Hood Men in Tights&lt;br/&gt;142. (X) Aladdin&lt;br/&gt;143. (X) Batman and Robin&lt;br/&gt;144. () The Rookie&lt;br/&gt;145. () Music of the Heart&lt;br/&gt;146. (X) Hot Chick&lt;br/&gt;147. (X) Legally Blonde&lt;br/&gt;148. (X) Notting Hill&lt;br/&gt;149. (X) A Walk To Remember&lt;br/&gt;150. (X) The Prince and Me&lt;br/&gt;151. (X) Pirates of the Carribean&lt;br/&gt;152. (X) What Women Want&lt;br/&gt;153. (X) Save The Last Dance&lt;br/&gt;154. (X) Princess Diaries&lt;br/&gt;155. (X) Princess Diaries 2 &lt;div&gt;156. (X) Bad Boys&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;157. (X) The Whole Ten Yards&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;158. () Orange County&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;159. (X) Sweet Home Alabama&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;160. (X) My Big Fat Greek Wedding&lt;br/&gt;165. (X) Moulin Rouge&lt;br/&gt;166. (X) SWAT&lt;br/&gt;167. (X) The Dukes of Hazzard&lt;br/&gt;168. (X) The Island&lt;br/&gt;169. (X) Walk.The.Line&lt;br/&gt;170. (X) V For Vendetta&lt;br/&gt;171. (X) 100 Girls&lt;br/&gt;172. (X) Back to the Future&lt;br/&gt;173. (X) Back to the Future II&lt;br/&gt;174. (X) Back to the Future III&lt;br/&gt;175. (X) Charlie  The Chocolate Factory&lt;br/&gt;176. (X) Date Movie&lt;br/&gt;177. (X) Firewall&lt;br/&gt;178. (X) Saving Private Ryan&lt;br/&gt;179. (X) Four Brothers&lt;br/&gt;180. (X) March of the Penguins&lt;br/&gt;181. (X) Rent&lt;br/&gt;182. () Scooby Doo&lt;br/&gt;183. (X) Sin City&lt;br/&gt;184. (X) Sky High&lt;br/&gt;185. (X) The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen&lt;br/&gt;186. (X) Beverly Hills Cop&lt;br/&gt;187. (X) Beverly Hills Cop II&lt;br/&gt;188. (X) Bruce Almighty&lt;br/&gt;189. (X) City By the Sea&lt;br/&gt;190. (X) Daddy Day Care&lt;br/&gt;191. (X) Fat Pizza 2003&lt;br/&gt;192. () Cheaper by the Dozen&lt;br/&gt;193. (X) Honey&lt;br/&gt;194. (X) Just Like Heaven&lt;br/&gt;195. (X) Jonny English&lt;br/&gt;196. (X) Kiss Kiss Bang Band&lt;br/&gt;197. (X) School Of Rock&lt;br/&gt;198. (X) The 6th Day&lt;br/&gt;199. (X) The Guru&lt;br/&gt;200. (X) The Passion of Christ&lt;br/&gt;201. (X) The.Professional&lt;br/&gt;202. (X) Thirteen&lt;br/&gt;203. (X) Wedding Crashers&lt;br/&gt;204. (X) Shrek&lt;br/&gt;205. (X) Shrek II&lt;br/&gt;206. (X) Lion King&lt;br/&gt;207. (X) Lion King II&lt;br/&gt;208. (X) Mean Girls&lt;br/&gt;209. (X) Parent Trap&lt;br/&gt;210. (X) Sound of Music&lt;br/&gt;211. (X) The Ringer&lt;br/&gt;212. (X) Yours, Mine and Ours&lt;br/&gt;213. (X) Little Manhattan&lt;br/&gt;214. (X) Garfield&lt;br/&gt;215. (X) Star Wars I&lt;br/&gt;216. (X) Star Wars II&lt;br/&gt;217. () Star Wars III&lt;br/&gt;218. (X) Star Wars IV&lt;br/&gt;219. (X) Star Wars V&lt;br/&gt;220. (X) Star WarsVI&lt;br/&gt;221. (X) Die another day&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Gee guess what, i;ve seen 69.9% of these movies, How cool.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114666539972204889?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114666539972204889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114666539972204889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114666539972204889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114666539972204889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/movie-list.html' title='Movie List'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114490379374993963</id><published>2006-04-13T14:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T14:54:39.573+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hey everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sending out a quick message to let everyone know that i have been offered a position with &lt;a href="http://www.candlelightproductions.com.au/"&gt;Candlelight Productions&lt;/a&gt; as their Lighting Director. Anyway as yet I haven't said that I will take the position. Basically I’m currently after some prayer support, as I know I only want to be doing this job if its where God wants me to be, not just coz it would be a cool position to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job would be an extra on top of what i do already, so i would be keeping my job at Safeway, also as this would be a non paid position, for the time been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people want to have a yarn with me about this that would be cool, just get back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your support,&lt;br /&gt;Anthony&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/21756990-114490379374993963?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114490379374993963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114490379374993963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114490379374993963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114490379374993963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/opportunities.html' title='Opportunities'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114441815382681670</id><published>2006-04-07T23:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:55:53.916+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;A question that seems to be coming up a lot recent is dating and why we do it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know this can be a sensitive topic for some people and that's probalby the first signs that something might not be sitting so well within your relationship.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What i beleive is that the dating game is the preperation for marriage, so whats the purpose of dating someone when you have no intention of marrying them, or you just cant see yourself getting 'that far' any time soon. Like seriously, give me some comments and let me know why your doing it if its not for marriage.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was talking to a friend recently and she was talking about marriage and dating, and what she has decided is that the point where is ready to start dating isn't that far away from the point of engagement.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now some people will now throw in the arguement that you can't know if its the right person you date them, and i've also heard numerous other people say that if you dont have sex with them that you also don't know if they are 'right'. But i'm sorry thats such a sad view to have, and yes this is just my opinion that you are reading at the moment. I could go through and start quoting the bible, but for someone that doesn't beleive in the authority of the bible, any quoting from it is just a load of crap. However that could open up another whole heap of issues, and i'm not so sure that this is where is want to go today.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well if you were wanting to read a complete and finished blog then mine isn't the one.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The purpose of my blog to to discover new or deeper things. So if anything i have said kicks something inside you, then get in contact with me. Here's my email address so email me (anthony (at) discohire.com.au - (at) = @), and i'm happy to give anyone both my home and mobile numbers, even my home address, and i live alone. So there's never any reason that you can't catchup with me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyway guys i must be getting ready for the adventuers of the day.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;God bless everyone, and i look forward to catching up sometime.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114441815382681670?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114441815382681670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114441815382681670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114441815382681670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114441815382681670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/dating.html' title='Dating'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114430306920530946</id><published>2006-04-06T15:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T15:57:49.223+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Being the Youngest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I never thought that being the youngest could ever have its down sides. I mean you get away with heaps more stuff, and generally mature more quickly. Now some of you that know me enough will be thinking "but you're not the youngest" and those that are thinking that would be correct. I'm the oldest in my family. However whats happening back at my family home is a little interesting. I nolonger live with the family nest, and my brother is rarely there. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So this easter it wont be as much a family event as it normally is. Normally easter for the Wilson's is almost as big as Christmas, in terms of the centre point it is for the family. However this easter i wont be there and neither will my brother. This only came to my youngest (and only) sister the other day. She made the comment that the family was disappearing and she didn't like it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My parents have a similar diliema going on. For the last 21 years (almost) my parents have had a family, and for the last 18 years they have had more than one child in the house. Now its interesting to see what my parents are doing, now that the family is growing up and their children are finding there own feet. I have no idea what its like to have children on your own, but i'm sure i will be a little sad to see my children leave home. Its such a large part of your life, and now my parents need to find a new purpose, its no longer raising a family.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyways these have just been some of my thoughts this morning as i was cleaning up the mess from the storm weather last night.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Enjoy the rest of your day my friends.&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/21756990-114430306920530946?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114430306920530946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114430306920530946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114430306920530946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114430306920530946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/being-youngest.html' title='Being the Youngest'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114430241421718377</id><published>2006-04-06T15:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T15:46:54.243+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How do we flirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Had an ...... interesting conversation with some people the other night, in the end we discovered this website, check it out and tell me what you think.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sirc.org/publik/flirt.html"&gt;CLICK ME&lt;/a&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/21756990-114430241421718377?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114430241421718377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114430241421718377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114430241421718377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114430241421718377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-do-we-flirt.html' title='How do we flirt'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114407359003136901</id><published>2006-04-04T00:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:45:32.573+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ME! 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It have some interesting and confronting stuff in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;How Chinese Christians Evaluate  Western Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An interview  with a Chinese House Church Leader as reported through the Australian Prayer  Network.&lt;br /&gt;For security purposes the source of this article has been kept  confidential&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interviewer (I):  &lt;/strong&gt;Let's move on to another important question. How do the Chinese  Christian's evaluate western Christianity? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese House Leader  (CHCL):&lt;/strong&gt;  We feel the church in the West is playing games. We are  troubled by the frivolity in many of their meetings. Our people are broken and  weeping in our assemblies, western Christians are telling jokes.  This brings  very different results.  We feel the Church in the west is bound by traditions  and programs and therefore cannot follow the Holy Spirit's leadings.  We have to  make sure we have that direct line to the Holy Spirit and seek to hear His  voice. Christians in the West have been able to eliminate Christ and His direct  presence in their midst.  I have a feeling sometimes that the whole Christianity  in the West could be going for years before they discover that Jesus has not  been with them for a long time.  He has gone somewhere else.  He is not with  them anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I):&lt;/strong&gt; What does the  Chinese church believe about the Holy Ghost?  It seems very evident that you are  a powerful people.  How does this work out in your theology of the  Spirit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(CHCL): &lt;/strong&gt;We believe it  is God's command to every believer to be baptized by the Holy Ghost.  We also  believe that we must have continual infilling as our life goes on in the Lord  Jesus.  This is the primary reason for all the amazing things that we  share  in our meetings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I): &lt;/strong&gt;What does the  Chinese church believe about holy living? This is an area of much confusion in  the west. The professing church is filled with worldliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(CHCL): &lt;/strong&gt;We are  conservative Christians. We order our lives according to the word of God.  Many  do not have Bibles, but those who do study much to see what God says about  living a Christian life.  Our women are modest, in spirit and in their  clothing.  This matter of holy living is a real problem for us when we try to  relate to Christians from the West. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I):&lt;/strong&gt; Some of the  testimonies about healing are amazing.  They cause me to sit in astonishment as  I hear them.  Could you elaborate on the subject of healing a bit more? What is  your theology of healing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(CHCL): &lt;/strong&gt;First, let me  answer the theology part of the question. We have a very simple theology about  healing.  We believe that God is a healer.  It is simply one of the many  manifestations of His holy character.  In the west you believe that God can  heal.  In China, we believe He does ALL the time.  It is according to your faith  and ours.  You receive what you believe.  The people are poor and cannot afford  to go to the doctor.  Because of this, they have to trust in God in ways that  western Christians do not.  Healings happen all the time, but people also have  sickness that they have to deal with.  Poverty and persecution brings extra  hardships upon them, and thus they get sick more often. Sometimes God heals, and  sometimes He does not. God is sovereign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I): &lt;/strong&gt;Could you also  comment on some of the other miracles that we hear about? It is hard for us to  relate to so many supernatural happenings. How does this affect the church in  China?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(CHCL): &lt;/strong&gt;We believe in  a miracle working God.  At first, in the beginning of the revival, everyone was  astonished as well.  As God began to work many miracles, the church just began  to expect miracles.  It is not a distraction for us as it is in the West.    Miracles happen at a meeting, and the preacher just goes right on preaching the  Gospel.  There is an expectation that God will confirm His word with miracles.   Eighty percent of the church has experienced miracles of some sort or another.   Because of this, they expect them.  They never glorify the miracles; they  glorify God.  The gift of miracles is in the Bible, and God works through this  gift to honour His name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I):&lt;/strong&gt; Have you ever  heard of someone being raised from the dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(CHCL): &lt;/strong&gt;Oh yes, it  happens quite often.  Many times when someone is killed, or dies from  persecution, the leaders will go where the body is to pray and find out if God  would have the person live again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I): &lt;/strong&gt;I have often  said in my preaching, "When persecution comes, true unity will come with it,  because there will be no mixture with the world." In light of this, what do you  believe about unity? We have all this ecumenical confusion here in the west.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(CHCL): &lt;/strong&gt;Again, our  theology is very simple.  Our unity is based on the essentials of the faith and  true marks of discipleship.   We say, "Disciples witness, and are persecuted  because they witness."  This is where the lines of unity are drawn. There are  differences among us, but we do not allow these to divide us in the war for  souls.  We believe there is more that unifies us than there is that separates  us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I): &lt;/strong&gt;Could you  comment on the name "house churches." What is the significance of this  name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(CHCL): &lt;/strong&gt;The name  signifies several different things.   First, the name is given because we meet  in houses.  There are several reasons for this, and I will comment on them in a  moment.  The second reason has to do with a distinction between us and the  registered churches, which meet in buildings.  The last reason is the most  important one, we call ourselves house churches out of conviction.  We meet in  homes because we believe it is more biblical.  It is also true that we have to  because of persecution, but the primary reason is evangelical in nature.   Even  if the government of China allowed us liberty to meet openly, we would still  meet in houses.  Meeting in homes is one of the greatest keys to the tremendous  growth of the church.  The more meeting places, the more they can win the lost  to Christ.  In addition, when we meet in houses, it does not cost us any money.   Finances often slow church growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I): &lt;/strong&gt;Could you tell  me what the church services are like when you meet together and feel free?  I  know there are times when you have to be quiet, but what is it like when you are  free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(CHCL):  &lt;/strong&gt;Chinese  Christians are a lively, responsive congregation when we gather in freedom. We  sing some hymns and some choruses, and the singing is wholehearted.  During the  preaching and open testimonies, there are lots of amens and hallelujahs.  We  meet in forests and caves to do this. so we will not be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I): &lt;/strong&gt;Revival has been  continuing for decades. Can you give me some reasons why it does not grow cold  or stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(CHCL): &lt;/strong&gt;There are two  reasons.  First, the church is busy fulfilling God's purposes for it on the  earth. That purpose is evangelism.  As God's people do His work, He continues to  pour out His Spirit upon them.  This is a secret to ongoing revival.  The  Chinese church has a powerful vision of the Great Commission.  We believe it is  the Church's responsibility to preach the Gospel to our generation. The second  reason flows out of the first.   Because of our persistence in preaching the  Gospel, we are persecuted repeatedly.  This persecution brings purifying, and  that brings more anointing.  These two work together to create an atmosphere of  revival.  As church leaders we are always careful to give the Holy Spirit His  place in directing the work.  We allow God's Spirit free course to move how and  where He will.  We see the American church as one that is too organized.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I):&lt;/strong&gt; Could you  comment on the eschatology of the house churches? What is their end time  theology?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(CHCL):&lt;/strong&gt; Our theology  is very simple. We believe that Jesus Christ is coming again. He is coming for  His bride who has made herself ready.  As far as the details of how all this  will happen, we have some differences.  These differences however do not divide  us.  The strongest point of our theology has to do with evangelism.  We believe  the gospel must be preached among all nations, and then shall the end come.  We  get this from Matt. 24:14.  Because of this belief, we have strong convictions  about evangelism.  We believe that if you are not actively busy preaching to  others, you are hindering the second coming of Christ, and you need to  repent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I): &lt;/strong&gt;The church is  growing at a very fast rate, and yet it is underground. Therefore, it would be  hard to give much formal training to the leaders.  From a western perspective,  many would believe you cannot lead a church until you have had much formal  training.  Obviously, this training is not happening in China, yet the church is  thriving.  How can this be?  Can you explain some of the preparations the  leaders receive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(CHCL):&lt;/strong&gt; Most of the  top leaders are very poor. The strongest point of their character is love.  They  pour out their lives for the persecuted sheep in China both in labours and by  subjecting themselves to the dangers of imprisonment. One wrong move and they  sit in a prison cell for five or ten years.  This is love as many in the west  have never known.  We do train our leaders.  The training, however, is very  simple.  We train them in three major areas.  Let me state them  briefly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;..We teach them how to be a disciple of  Jesus Christ and walk with Him daily. Then from that walk, they must learn how  to witness for Christ in a dangerous hostile environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;..We teach them how to die daily.  This is  very important because of the persecutions leaders face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;.. We teach them how to escape the police  when they are caught, and how to escape from prison if God says "Run." The word  of God is very important to these leaders.  They have memorized and internalized  many chapters of the Bible. They cannot carry a Bible around in their hands, so  they make sure that they can carry one in their heart.  The fire of the Holy  Ghost is also very important in ministry. These men are constantly being  empowered by the Spirit.  This is leadership in China, and this is how the  church spreads so rapidly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: When Communism closed the  doors to China in 1949, there were one million believers in China.  Now, fifty  years later, there are eighty million disciples of Jesus Christ.  Christ is  building His Church in China, and the gates of hell are not prevailing against  her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;a title="http://www.wvi.net.au/" href="http://www.wvi.net.au/"&gt;&lt;strong title="http://www.wvi.net.au/"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Want more information like this well check out the &lt;a href="http://www.wvi.net.au/blog/"&gt;WVI blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/21756990-114364862808103870?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114364862808103870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114364862808103870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114364862808103870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114364862808103870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-chinese-christians-evaluate.html' title='How Chinese Christians Evaluate Western Christianity'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114364718820002883</id><published>2006-03-30T02:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T02:46:28.210+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four jobs that I've had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. 2 different paper rounds at different times&lt;br/&gt;2. 4.5 years at Maccas, 2.5 of which were as a crew trainer&lt;br/&gt;3. 9 months of Pizza deliveries with Dominos&lt;br/&gt;4. Service Assistant at Safeway Plus Petrol (current)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four movies I can watch over and over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. anything musical so that covers more than four&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four places I have lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. Frankston (18 years)&lt;br/&gt;2. Berwick (4 months)&lt;br/&gt;3. Boronia (9 months - current)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four TV shows I like to watch (not that i really watch any TV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. The Amazing Race&lt;br/&gt;2. House &lt;br/&gt;3. Stargate (SG1 and Atlantis)&lt;br/&gt;4. The News &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four foods that I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. Anything home cooked (mm i miss mum's meals)&lt;br/&gt;2. Chinesse&lt;br/&gt;3. Lasagne&lt;br/&gt;4. Shepards pie&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four websites I visit daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. Gush&lt;br/&gt;2. Bloglines &lt;br/&gt;3. Ebay&lt;br/&gt;4. Online banking&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four things I want to do before I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. Get married raise a family&lt;br/&gt;2. Raise a family&lt;br/&gt;3. Be succesful in my future employments&lt;br/&gt;4. Be able to help everyone else along the way&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/21756990-114364718820002883?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114364718820002883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114364718820002883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114364718820002883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114364718820002883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/03/four-things.html' title='Four Things'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114364421691876775</id><published>2006-03-30T01:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:05:03.856+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocritical Arseholes (EDITED)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;So as christians we are called to love one another.&lt;br /&gt;so then why do we get so good at throwing our gay christian brother out on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways this is all a little fresh atm, i might get time to process it all, but for now the post is going to be about this long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well i'm back the next morning doing a quick edit. Last night i was just a little worked up. If you are interested in knowing whats happening read this, &lt;a href="http://cjs-elements.livejournal.com/2015.html"&gt;Click Me&lt;/a&gt; this is written by a person i was connected to about 2 years ago, and then he disappear, i was never told why, well i was but it was a lie, anyways have a read. &lt;a href="http://cjs-elements.livejournal.com/2015.html"&gt;HERE ALSO&lt;/a&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/21756990-114364421691876775?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114364421691876775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114364421691876775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114364421691876775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114364421691876775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/03/hypocritical-arseholes-edited.html' title='Hypocritical Arseholes (EDITED)'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114338080947948844</id><published>2006-03-27T00:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T02:04:41.863+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Ash</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So from the last entry here, I’m sure a large number of you are wondering who is this Ash person, and what the hell is she doing in Anthony's life, coz I know how much care about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I took her home on Fri and stayed over night at one of the guy's houses out there, then came home early/late this morning reading for work today. It was during this drive that I decided I had to tell people, not because you are all interested or whatever, but so I can work it out for myself. A part of me has dreaded this post, because its when the truth comes to the surface, but it also reminds me of what a wonderful person she is (hehehe, don't you love descriptive word that don’t tell you anything...LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is a good place to give you short history lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashleigh Smith and I met on a camp that we were both on in mid January of this year (2006). Our first encounter (as such) was at Lunch on the second day when the guys I was working with and I sat on this table with two other girls, one of these girls being Ash.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;For the whole meal she didn’t say very much, but the other girls (who’s name don’t recall, man I hate my memory) made up for her in terms of conversation. All ready at this point I had decided that this girl (Ash) is one of the people I wanted to get to know more.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(SIDE TRACK)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’ve wondered what makes me get a ‘short list’ of girls when I met a whole heap. These girls are always the one I put the special effort into getting to know. I mean it’s not based purely on look, but it has a large part of it, as shallow as that is.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyways back to Ash. However this may give you some hints about where I’m leading too. Ash is a very pretty girl, and I’m sure this is what held my interest to some extent, the rest at this stage will have been that she didn’t talk much and I wanted to know more about her.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Later that week she hit a bit of a rough patch, no details will be mentioned at all so don’t bother asking, and this didn’t go unnoticed by me. This is where my soft side comes about. I hate to see another person in pain, so whenever I do (generally, coz I’m not God) I like to find a way to be able to help this person. Also in this situation I had extra incentive to ‘help’. Anyways, the following morning during breakfast I got the opportunity of have a quick talk with her while neither of us was too busy. I didn’t take the conversation to anything that might be about bad feelings as I had no idea what was happening, except that she was hurting, so I just asked the normal general questions, I suppose this would be the ‘get to know you stage’. During this conversation I was told off because the camp director had decided that I was out of place talking to a camper and that I should get back to work. However he was wrong, as we were both on staff. (She was on Work Crew, and I was on Tech support – see what happens when you assume something).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well as camp progressed I kept finding more and more times where we had more of our little conversations, to the point where on the last night both of us stayed up through the night just talking and generally wasting time with each other. This was an awesome night. Every now and then I have an all nighter with girls, in fact it’s basically becoming tradition that I do on all camps that I’m on, however this girl was different, I don’t know what or how, she just was/is.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(mmmm, I’m writing a lot, and I think I still have a bit to go)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well that was the end of camp. We embraced for the first time when we said good bye in what was a somewhat awkward hug (well it was for me), exchanged numbers and went back to our normal lives (well somewhat normal)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Since camp we have kept in contact via msn, email and mostly phone calls into the deep dark mornings. To begin with we would talk every now or then, but recently we have talked almost everyday in one way or another, or at least every alternate day.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’ve personally come to like her quite a bit, to the point where leave her last night was quite hard and effected me for the few hours leading up to my departure, as I knew what was coming.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We’d spent almost a week together, at my house, with my family and then with her family and friends, I’ve come to enjoy the company remarkably, and now I’m back at my house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh and for some final filling points&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her name is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Ashleigh Elizabeth Smith&lt;br /&gt;Age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;17&lt;br /&gt;Location&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            Campbell's Creek (Just outside &lt;/span&gt;Castlemaine)&lt;br /&gt;Current Occupation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Year 12&lt;br /&gt;Next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;She’s unsure, I’m suggesting YITS if she remains unsure.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well with some of these final points you may see how things can be a little awkward at times, but we’re figuring it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ladies at church tonight said something along the lines of the following. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She suggested that I was walking along the very of shadows, and that God wont come along and pluck me out coz my toes are wet, but he is walking beside me, helping me along, and he has a banquet waiting for me at the mouth of the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During this walk in the valley I’m so close to God and it’s probably the times that I’m the closest to him, and my prayer is for me to remember this. That God is closer than I can imagine and I only need him. I don’t need Ash in my life for me to be complete. Though I look forward to the day when God hands me one of his daughters to share my life with.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So if you are in a praying type mood and you feel lead, please remember both me and Ash in your prayer. Pray that I will glorify my father and that I will treat Ash as the beautiful daughter of God that she is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114338080947948844?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114338080947948844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114338080947948844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-is-ash.html' title='Who is Ash'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114312593142625476</id><published>2006-03-24T01:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T01:58:51.506+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash comes to town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Hey Hey all, long time no post.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This week has been a pretty good one.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It started with a really long shift down at the servo in Boronia. The original plan was to go out and catch up with Elyce, however she hasn't been feeling well, so that was cancelled, then work rang and i went in to help them out.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This made Mon night very busy. (getting the house and everything in order ready for the rest of the week, which i will explain)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I dont know if i have spoken about Ash on here before, but some of you will be aware of who she is. Anyways, she came down to visit me this week. One of our friends (Milky) has been staying at my house while he's studying over at tabor. This was a nice coincidence, as Ash and Milky live in the same town and we therefore got free travel (HEHEHE).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So Ash came down with Milky on Tues. I then took Ash up into the Dandy's were we spent the rest of the day, walking around parks, sitting over waterfalls, and sitting on big rocks viewing a sunset from near Sky High. Dinner was at the Ranges in Olinda, which was an experience that we will both remember for a while. (Our waiter placed napkins on our laps, coz we couldn't do it :P)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After our day out we returned home to annoy Milky, which was fun. HEHEHE. We then stayed up til 4:30 am.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After such a late night (early morning) we slept in till around 12, which wasn't so bad, but it did mess up the original plans that i had But that didn't matter, living life by plans would get pretty boring.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When we were finally ready, we went to DFO in Morabom and i bought two pillows (which are very comfy) and then brought lots of other stuff (i bought more than Ash). After out shopping we then went to go to Frankston to visit my parents.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We bummed around there for about an hour then went to the movies to 'Yours, mine and ours'.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After that had finished we went and got tea from KFC and Macca's. When we had tea we went to visit my brother who we just missed cos he went out. When we got there his band was rehearseing so we stayed and cought up with them, After staying there for about 3 hours we wnet back to me parents house to catch up with my little sister (she was at work before). We left there at about 12:45am.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When we got home Milky was still up so we annoyed him and then he went to bed and he was snoring (but not very loud) so we stayed up til 5am talking.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We got late again this morning but not as late as yesterday becaue we went to Knox to see a movie (Little Manhatten) which started at 12:50. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When the movie finished we went and got lunch and went shopping again but this time Ash bought more than me cos i only got a shirt for work where as Ash bought another wardrobe of clothes for herself (jumper, singlet tops and a belt). &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then we wnet home and i got ready to go to work :-( (which i wasn't happy about) so Ash stayed home and entertained herself while i was at work. When i came home she was on a suger high from drinking too much red fizzy drink and eating pods (which are very good! :P) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then we talked on the phone to Ashes cousin back in Campbells Creek. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then i broke my couch cos i jumped on it to surprise Ash and instead surprised myself when the wood snappped in two areas :-(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now i find myself writing this blog to you guys. ENJOY :-)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114312593142625476?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114312593142625476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114312593142625476' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114312593142625476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114312593142625476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/03/ash-comes-to-town.html' title='Ash comes to town'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114183472955758761</id><published>2006-03-09T03:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T03:18:49.580+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bump - Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Unfortunatly there is no blump funtion with blog system.&lt;br/&gt;so i'll do it this way&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/lonelyness-sucks.html"&gt;BUMP&lt;/a&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/21756990-114183472955758761?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114183472955758761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114183472955758761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114183472955758761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114183472955758761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/03/bump-loneliness.html' title='Bump - Loneliness'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114104761186036405</id><published>2006-02-28T00:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:40:12.746+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did we invent the car</title><content type='html'>*Throws hand into the air*&lt;br /&gt;"OO OO i know the answer to this one." says Anthony's inner child,&lt;br /&gt;"So we can throw money at it". "Yes thats correct" Replies Anthony's Older and Wiser self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my friends it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purchase price of my car was $2000 in Feb 2005, in the year that has pasted since i have nearly spend $3000 on repairs and parts (not included general service and other discresionry spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any why am i telling you this trivial information? because its about to cost a whole heap more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my car was due for a service so i took it in, was only about 4 weeks later, which in the real world is pretty dam good. Anyways the service was fairly normal, and they told me thing that i already knew, like the front Brakes need changing over (oh that reminds me i need to do them at some stage). Otherwise however, the car was said to be in a good condition. This was the 31/01/2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 4 days the follow has happened. I'm going through water too fast, going through oil too fast, my allternator is draining back the battery and therefore looses all charge when the car is off (So the car wont start), the drivers side CV boot is prerised, just noticed that 1/2 an hour ago, and i;m sure there is something else, there always is, but i cant think of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats the morral of the story. Don't buy a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even person i have talked to has said what a great car their Subaru touring wagon has been to them. Have i just got the one which has got all the reject part. Actually whats more likely is that the previous owner did no maintiance, and therefore its now all catching up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i suppose there is a morral to this story. KEEP YOUR CAR MAINTIANED. You only need to service the car roughly every 6 months, your car runs smoother, uses less petrol, and will wear better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i better get some sleep so i can get this car working in the morning, ready for work Yippe. Night Night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114104761186036405?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114104761186036405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114104761186036405' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114104761186036405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114104761186036405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-did-we-invent-car.html' title='Why did we invent the car'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114095684265094291</id><published>2006-02-26T23:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:27:22.666+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to Nahum and Anita</title><content type='html'>Well i send my congratualtion to Nahum and Anita on reaching their 15 month annirversary. May your relationship grow and be very fruitful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114095684265094291?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114095684265094291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114095684265094291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114095684265094291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114095684265094291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/congrats-to-nahum-and-anita.html' title='Congrats to Nahum and Anita'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114086796335420031</id><published>2006-02-25T22:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:46:03.356+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Hell am i doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well earlier today i would have said that I was going to post tonight about singleness and finding hope/purpose in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However this has just all been smashed. Tonight I’ve cried the most/hardest since late November last year. It just seems to be a hopeless cycle. Why does it have to be so.....fickle. I'm not so sure that I know what I want or even what it may look like. I get myself to the point where I have found all the answers and then BOOM it’s different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this now still not recovered from my crying, and its painful. I hate sitting in this state, it seems so pointless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114086796335420031?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114086796335420031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114086796335420031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114086796335420031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114086796335420031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-hell-am-i-doing_25.html' title='What the Hell am i doing'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114086770914944666</id><published>2006-02-25T22:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:41:49.160+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Lee - A Month Today</title><content type='html'>I know i have blogged this song already, but i was listening to it again today and a few bits of it really got me thinking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; I've lived a million lives so far&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still naive and a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;With a whole life ahead to hear a whole lot more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, it's been alright to me&lt;br /&gt;I've recorded my heart on a couple LPs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(though you could change this line for Blog or something similar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to the same old thing&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find someone to share it with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost, I know that the world is weird&lt;br /&gt;I'm swimming in waters that I used to fear&lt;br /&gt;Crazy things have made me kind of tough&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that I've seen too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114086770914944666?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114086770914944666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114086770914944666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114086770914944666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114086770914944666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/ben-lee-month-today_25.html' title='Ben Lee - A Month Today'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114044620096723284</id><published>2006-02-21T01:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T01:36:41.806+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes its another Quiz</title><content type='html'>Copy &amp; paste and keep YOURSELF busy, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; 1. Honestly, are you happy right now? generally - yes, want something more - yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Honestly, what color is your underwear? Pale green&lt;br /&gt;3. Honestly, whats on your mind right now? how I’m talking to my brother online, and I haven’t seen him since Boxing Day&lt;br /&gt;4. Honestly, what are you doing right now? filling this in, talking to my brother online&lt;br /&gt;5. Honestly, what did you do today? Worked, mowed the lawn, watched tv, talked to ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Honestly, do you think you are attractive? well I’m not attracted to me, I don’t know, I would like to think so&lt;br /&gt;(comment please)&lt;br /&gt;7. Honestly, have you done something bad today? Not that I can think of&lt;br /&gt;8. Honestly, do you watch disney channel? I don’t have pay tv anymore&lt;br /&gt;9. Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now? Yer I would say so&lt;br /&gt;10. Honestly, what makes you happy most of the time? People&lt;br /&gt;11. Honestly, do you bite your nails? hehehe too much, just did between those questions&lt;br /&gt;12. Honestly, what is your mood right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;unsure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Honestly, have you had an eating disorder? Nope&lt;br /&gt;14. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very minute? Yes&lt;br /&gt;15. Honestly, do you have a deep dark secret? Sorta, it’s a secret in that not everyone knows it, some do however&lt;br /&gt;16. Honestly, do you hate someone right now? I don’t think so / I hope not&lt;br /&gt;17. Honestly, who/what do you want to hug right now? Anyone who might want to give me one, Seriously I’m here and waiting, come by even just for a hug (no one will though)&lt;br /&gt;18. Honestly, are you loyal? I would like to think so, if not could someone tell me&lt;br /&gt;19. Honestly are you in denial? dont think so&lt;br /&gt;20. Honestly, wouldn't you rather be having sex right now? Well yes in that it’s a natural human response, but no not at all.&lt;br /&gt;21. Honestly, have you ever consumed alcohol? yes&lt;br /&gt;22. Honestly, do you like someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;23. Honestly, does anyone like you? Well this question can be taken on so many different levels, but I’ll say yes.&lt;br /&gt;24. Honestly, is it going anywhere with them? well if we are meaning that level, well we’ll wait and see&lt;br /&gt;25. Honestly, did you answer all these questions honestly? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST&lt;br /&gt;1. Person that slept in bed beside you? April&lt;br /&gt;2. Saw you cry? &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Warwick (then again did i cry with you Elyce?)&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You went to the mall with? Andrew and Kate&lt;br /&gt;5. You went out to dinner with? Andrew and Kate&lt;br /&gt;6. You talked on the phone? Ash&lt;br /&gt;7. Broke your heart? April&lt;br /&gt;8. Made you laugh? Ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER?&lt;br /&gt;1. Pierce your nose or tongue? nose&lt;br /&gt;2. Be serious or be funny? Context? Generally though serious&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink whole or skim milk? skim&lt;br /&gt;4. Die in a fire or drown? fire&lt;br /&gt;5. Spend time with your parents or enemies? parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;1. Simple or complicated? Not sure, as complicated as the next person&lt;br /&gt;2. Gay? no&lt;br /&gt;3. Hardcore? Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOYOUPREFER?&lt;br /&gt;1. Flowers or candy? Soft Lollies&lt;br /&gt;2. Gray or black? Black&lt;br /&gt;3. Color or Black and white photos? both&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sunrise&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; or sunset? sunrise, cos I dont see it often&lt;br /&gt;6. M&amp;Ms or Skittles? skittles&lt;br /&gt;8. Staying up late or waking up early? waking up early. Im so depressed right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTH FULLY!!&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like anyone? I think so, but its been nutted out&lt;br /&gt;2. Do they know it? Yer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOYOUPREFER?&lt;br /&gt;1. Sun or moon? Moon&lt;br /&gt;2. Winter or Fall? Autumn&lt;br /&gt;3. Left or right? Left&lt;br /&gt;4. 10 acquaintances or having two best friends? 2 best friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Sun or rain? Mixed&lt;br /&gt;6. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream? Vanilla with chocolate topping&lt;br /&gt;7. Boys or girls? Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUTYOU!&lt;br /&gt;1. What time is it? 1:18am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2. Name? Anthony Wilson&lt;br /&gt;3. Nickname(s): Cozmos, Tech, Tony, Doc, Wiggum (last two are out of date though)&lt;br /&gt;4. Where were you born? Frankston&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your birthdate? 14-09-1985&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want? A life ling partner&lt;br /&gt;7. Where do you want to live? &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIQUE!&lt;br /&gt;1. Nervous Habits? Nail bitting, leg thumping&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you double jointed? nope&lt;br /&gt;3. Can you roll your tongue? No&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you raise one eyebrow? no&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you cross your eyes? Yippe I got a yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you make your bed daily? Mostly, if it need doing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1. Which shoe goes on first? Right&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever thrown something at someone? Yes!!&lt;br /&gt;3. On average how much money do you carry with you? $50&lt;br /&gt;4. What jewelry do you wear? Does a mobile count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODDS?&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? cut&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever eaten Spam? No&lt;br /&gt;3. Favourite ice cream: coffee or caramel&lt;br /&gt;4. How many kinds of cereal are in your cabinet? 1&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your favourite beverage? Coke / caffeine drinks&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you cook? When I can be bothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---10 Firsts---&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend:: Simon (I think – haven’t seen him since kinder)&lt;br /&gt;First Screenname:: Cozmos&lt;br /&gt;First Pet Name:: Peny&lt;br /&gt;First Piercing:: none&lt;br /&gt;First Crush:: mmm not sure I want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;First CD:: Triple M end of year mix&lt;br /&gt;First School:: Frankston Height Primary&lt;br /&gt;First House Location:: Frankston&lt;br /&gt;First Kiss:: with April&lt;br /&gt;First Car:: Mit Sigma (fully sick sigma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---9 Lasts---&lt;br /&gt;Last Time You Smoked:: never&lt;br /&gt;Last Food You Ate:: A made up Turkish pizza from work, with puff pastery&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride:: my car,&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie You Watched:: Four Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call:: Ash&lt;br /&gt;Last CD You Listened To:: Gorillaz (last one)&lt;br /&gt;Last Bubble Bath You Took:: can’t remember (but it would have been when I was little back home)&lt;br /&gt;Last Song You Listened To:: something on Nova&lt;br /&gt;Last Words You Said:: Good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--8 Have-You-Evers---&lt;br /&gt;Dated A Best Friend:: kind of&lt;br /&gt;Been Arrested:: No&lt;br /&gt;Been On TV:: yes&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi:: yes&lt;br /&gt;Cheated On Your B/F or G/F:: No&lt;br /&gt;Been On A Blind Date:: No&lt;br /&gt;Been Out Of The Country:: Phillip Island count?&lt;br /&gt;Been In Love:: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---7 Things You Are Wearing---&lt;br /&gt;1:: yellow shirt&lt;br /&gt;2:: boxers&lt;br /&gt;3:: Doona&lt;br /&gt;4::&lt;br /&gt;5::&lt;br /&gt;6::&lt;br /&gt;7::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---6 Things You've Done Today---&lt;br /&gt;1:: Got tyres for my trailer&lt;br /&gt;2:: Worked at Dominos&lt;br /&gt;3:: Mowed my lawn&lt;br /&gt;4:: Watched Tv&lt;br /&gt;5:: Talked to Ash&lt;br /&gt;6:: Needed a Hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---5 Favourite Things (not in any order)---&lt;br /&gt;1:: People&lt;br /&gt;2:: Internet&lt;br /&gt;3:: Boys toys&lt;br /&gt;4:: Hugs&lt;br /&gt;5:: People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---People You Most Trust (in no order)---&lt;br /&gt;My Family (inc relis)&lt;br /&gt;Jono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Warwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Damo&lt;br /&gt;Elyce&lt;br /&gt;Bec&lt;br /&gt;Christine&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;Russel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;---2 Choices---&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla or Chocolate:: chocolate in general&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or Kisses:: Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--1 Person You Want To See Right Now---&lt;br /&gt;1:: Anyone, independent living has its downfalls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114044620096723284?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114044620096723284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114044620096723284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114044620096723284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114044620096723284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/yes-its-another-quiz.html' title='Yes its another Quiz'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114018274999028908</id><published>2006-02-18T00:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:25:50.000+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Nohari Window</title><content type='html'>so here we go;&lt;br /&gt;here we have some more peer based self discovery this time its the Norari window, this will be discribing my failing and the weaker areas of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari?name=Cozmos"&gt;So click here to complete the window for me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari?view=Cozmos"&gt;and here to view the current state of the window&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114018274999028908?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114018274999028908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114018274999028908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114018274999028908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114018274999028908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/nohari-window.html' title='Nohari Window'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-114000476828489416</id><published>2006-02-15T22:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T01:08:57.930+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Interactive Johari Window</title><content type='html'>Hey guys I found this from Katrina's Blog,  its an Interactive Johari Window. So &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Cozmos"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; and click the characteristics that describe me best to your knowledge, and we'll see how my windows looks after a few people have entered theirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?view=Cozmos"&gt;To view my results click me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Cozmos"&gt;Remember to click here if you haven't to submit yours.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-114000476828489416?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114000476828489416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=114000476828489416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114000476828489416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/114000476828489416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/interactive-johari-window.html' title='Interactive Johari Window'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-113992678581243886</id><published>2006-02-15T01:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T01:20:20.696+11:00</updated><title type='text'>How normal am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 35% Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Occasionally Normal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/occasionally-normal.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sure do march to your own beat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're so weird, people wonder if it's a beat at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think on a totally different wavelength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's often a chore to get people to understand you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&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/21756990-113992678581243886?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113992678581243886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=113992678581243886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/113992678581243886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/113992678581243886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-normal-am-i.html' title='How normal am I?'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-113992645824502664</id><published>2006-02-15T01:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T01:14:18.440+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished LL Book</title><content type='html'>Well guy's i've finished the Love Languages book, i'll pass it on to you soon Elyce, as well as the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i think God is telling me to read through Hosea at the moment. Its 14 Chapters,  and they are nice lengths, so the plan is to do one per night, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found a person in exactly the same situation as myself, infact its a little freaky, well here is his post, and therefore what i'm thinking too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was lead to a passage in Hosea last night by a bible study I am working on.  The passage seemed to directly deal with some of &lt;a href="http://seektruth.lifewithchrist.org/permalink/1929"&gt;the struggles I have been having lately&lt;/a&gt; so after I read the passage I wanted to go read the rest of the book to see how it applied to my life (I had never read that book of the bible before.  At the beginning of &lt;a href="http://www.messagebible.com/"&gt;the Message Bible&lt;/a&gt; they've inlcuded a short introduction to the content in that chapter.  When I cracked opened my Bible to Hosea I decided to do something I don't normally do, I read the introduction.  I found it incredibly relevant and moving so I am posting it here:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We live in a world awash in love stories.  Most of them are lies.  They are not love stories at all - they are lust stories, sex-fantasy stories, domination stories.  From the cradle we are fed on lies about love.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This would be bad enough if it only messed up human relationship - man and woman, parent and child, friend and friend - but it also messes up God-relationships.  The huge, mountainous reality of all existence is that God is love, that God loves the world.  Each single detail of the real world that we face and deal with day after day is permeated by this love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But when our minds and imaginations are crippled with lies about love, we have a hard time understanding this fundamental ingredient of daily living, "love," either as a noun or as a verb.  And if the basic orienting phrase "God is love" is plastered over with cultural graffiti that obscure and deface the truth of the way the world is, we are not going to get very far in living well.  We require true stories of love if we are to live truly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hosea is the prophet of love, but not love as we imagine or fantasize it.  He was a parable of God's love for his people lived out as God revealed and enacted it - a lived parable.  It is an astonishing story: a prophet commanded to marry a common whore and have children with her.  It is an even more astonishing message: God loves us in just this way - goes after us at our worst, keeps after us until he gets us, and makes lovers of men and women who know nothing of real love. Once we absorb this story and the words that flow from it, we will know God far more accurately. And we will be well on our way to being cured of all the sentimentalized and neurotic distortions of love that incapacitate us from dealing with the God who loves us and loving the neighbors who don't love us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-113992645824502664?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113992645824502664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=113992645824502664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/113992645824502664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/113992645824502664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/finished-ll-book.html' title='Finished LL Book'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756990.post-113992590673180645</id><published>2006-02-15T01:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T01:05:06.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Lee - We are all in this Togehter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I woke up this morning this morning&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realised&lt;br /&gt;that we're all in this together&lt;br /&gt;I started smiling&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you were smiling&lt;br /&gt;And we're all in this together&lt;br /&gt;I'm made of atoms&lt;br /&gt;and you're made of atoms&lt;br /&gt;And we're all in this together.&lt;br /&gt;And long division just doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;because we're all in this together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you walking&lt;br /&gt;In the city&lt;br /&gt;and we're all in this together&lt;br /&gt;The city's changing&lt;br /&gt;cause we are changing&lt;br /&gt;and we are all in this together&lt;br /&gt;every 12 seconds&lt;br /&gt;someone remembers&lt;br /&gt;that we're all in this together&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen of your rent control apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on baby i don't mean to rush you&lt;br /&gt;i only wanted to reach out and touch you&lt;br /&gt;I've got to start to open my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you think about jumping ship before it sinks&lt;br /&gt;but we are all in this together&lt;br /&gt;ask a scientist&lt;br /&gt;it's quantam physics&lt;br /&gt;we are all in this together&lt;br /&gt;on the subway we feel like strangers&lt;br /&gt;but we're all in this together&lt;br /&gt;yeah i love you and you love her and she loves him&lt;br /&gt;and we're all in this together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know baby there's never been protection&lt;br /&gt;and all the history of human connection&lt;br /&gt;come on darling its alright to show me&lt;br /&gt;you dont ever need to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;once you start to open your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you crying&lt;br /&gt;I started crying&lt;br /&gt;cause we're all in this together&lt;br /&gt;and religion is a big decision&lt;br /&gt;but we're all in this together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are all in this together (repeated)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756990-113992590673180645?l=discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113992590673180645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756990&amp;postID=113992590673180645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/113992590673180645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756990/posts/default/113992590673180645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://discoveringtheheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/ben-lee-we-are-all-in-this-togehter.html' title='Ben Lee - We are all in this Togehter'/><author><name>Cozmos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04695981033235526962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.discohire.com.au/imagestorage/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
