<?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-4292849275675895391</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:28:30.443-07:00</updated><category term='motivation'/><category term='guitar tabs'/><category term='fav songs'/><category term='rumblings'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Aozora</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aozora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546085974321755488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292849275675895391.post-8875048964275750863</id><published>2007-02-08T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T09:20:23.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I See You Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(0, 64, 128);"&gt;I See You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(195, 195, 195);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.higherpraise.com/line375.gif" height="9" width="331" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D          A&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed my Lord&lt;br /&gt;     G&lt;br /&gt;I can see you&lt;br /&gt;  Em             A&lt;br /&gt;In all the lovely things&lt;br /&gt;           D&lt;br /&gt;So fine and true&lt;br /&gt; G              Gm&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the beauty&lt;br /&gt;      F#m             Bm7&lt;br /&gt;Of the flowers and the rain&lt;br /&gt; E&lt;br /&gt;I see you between the lines&lt;br /&gt;Em            A&lt;br /&gt;Of a sweet refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      D           A&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed my Lord&lt;br /&gt;      G&lt;br /&gt;I can see you&lt;br /&gt;Em         A                D&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm lonely and in pain&lt;br /&gt; G               Gm            F#M     Bm7&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the beauty of the stars at night&lt;br /&gt; E          Em&lt;br /&gt;I see you in my life&lt;br /&gt;        A     A7&lt;br /&gt;I feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         DM7&lt;br /&gt;I see you Lord&lt;br /&gt;                 E&lt;br /&gt;In sorrow and in happiness&lt;br /&gt;  G              Gm&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the glory&lt;br /&gt;   G       D        A&lt;br /&gt;Of sweet success&lt;br /&gt;         F#m7&lt;br /&gt;I see you Lord&lt;br /&gt;Am     D7     G        Gm&lt;br /&gt;Every hour, everyday&lt;br /&gt;      D&lt;br /&gt;I can see you Lord&lt;br /&gt;   A        DM7-D&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      D          A&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed my Lord&lt;br /&gt;     G&lt;br /&gt;I can see you&lt;br /&gt;      Em         A&lt;br /&gt;In the smile of a baby&lt;br /&gt;         D&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and true&lt;br /&gt;     G               Gm&lt;br /&gt;I can see you in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;     F#m        Bm7&lt;br /&gt;Of my very best friends&lt;br /&gt;  E         Em&lt;br /&gt;I see you in these bonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               A          A7&lt;br /&gt;Just like your love that never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         DM7&lt;br /&gt;I see you Lord&lt;br /&gt;                E&lt;br /&gt;In sorrow and in happiness&lt;br /&gt; G              Gm&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the glory&lt;br /&gt;   G       D      A&lt;br /&gt;Of sweet success&lt;br /&gt;         F#m7&lt;br /&gt;I see you Lord&lt;br /&gt;Am     D7    G         Gm&lt;br /&gt;Every hour, everyday&lt;br /&gt;             D&lt;br /&gt;I can see you Lord&lt;br /&gt;   A      D&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;I see you Lord&lt;br /&gt;In sorrow and in happiness&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the glory&lt;br /&gt;Of sweet success&lt;br /&gt;I see you Lord&lt;br /&gt;Every hour, everyday&lt;br /&gt;I can see you Lord&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I pray&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; F&lt;br /&gt;I pray...&lt;br /&gt;    Eb/Bb&lt;br /&gt;I can see you Lord&lt;br /&gt;   Bb      EbM7-AbM7-EbM7-AbM7&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I pray...&lt;br /&gt;          Eb&lt;br /&gt;I see you Lord...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292849275675895391-8875048964275750863?l=aozora81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/feeds/8875048964275750863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292849275675895391&amp;postID=8875048964275750863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/8875048964275750863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/8875048964275750863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-see-you-lord.html' title='I See You Lord'/><author><name>Aozora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546085974321755488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292849275675895391.post-5776015606035292803</id><published>2007-02-04T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T09:20:23.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fav songs'/><title type='text'>Answer Lies Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="SongTextIntro"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;Dream Theater - Answer Lies Within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div id="SongText"&gt;   Look around&lt;br /&gt;Where do you belong&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the day go by&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it end&lt;br /&gt;Don't let a day go by in doubt&lt;br /&gt;The answer lies within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short &lt;br /&gt;So learn from your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And stand behind&lt;br /&gt;The choices that you make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face each day&lt;br /&gt;With both eyes open wide&lt;br /&gt;And try to give&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep it all inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the day go by&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it end&lt;br /&gt;Don't let a day go by in doubt&lt;br /&gt;The answer lies within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the future on your side&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be fine now&lt;br /&gt;I know whatever you decide&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the day go by&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it end&lt;br /&gt;Don't let a day go by in doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're ready to begin&lt;br /&gt;Don't let a day go by in doubt&lt;br /&gt;The answer lies within   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292849275675895391-5776015606035292803?l=aozora81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/feeds/5776015606035292803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292849275675895391&amp;postID=5776015606035292803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/5776015606035292803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/5776015606035292803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/2007/02/answer-lies-within.html' title='Answer Lies Within'/><author><name>Aozora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546085974321755488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292849275675895391.post-5159034682451438895</id><published>2007-02-03T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:25:18.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>50 Things Before I Die</title><content type='html'>50 things I want to accomplish before I die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ride my own motorbike in Spore.&lt;br /&gt;2. Write an article for a newpaper/magazine.&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn photography.&lt;br /&gt;4. Playing guitar.&lt;br /&gt;5. Playing piano.&lt;br /&gt;6. Climb Himalaya.&lt;br /&gt;7. Climb Kilimanjaro.&lt;br /&gt;8. Visit Africa.&lt;br /&gt;9. Be a designer.&lt;br /&gt;10. Backpacing to Thailand, Burma, and Vietnam (South East Asia)&lt;br /&gt;11. Travel to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;12. Backpacking to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;13. Have a home near the beach/sea.&lt;br /&gt;14. Live in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;15. Learn diving.&lt;br /&gt;16. Able to swim.&lt;br /&gt;17. Camp in a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all impossible. I believe on myself.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't just sit for them to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292849275675895391-5159034682451438895?l=aozora81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/feeds/5159034682451438895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292849275675895391&amp;postID=5159034682451438895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/5159034682451438895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/5159034682451438895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/2007/02/50-things-before-i-die.html' title='50 Things Before I Die'/><author><name>Aozora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546085974321755488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292849275675895391.post-1681321832593755863</id><published>2007-02-03T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:13:21.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fav songs'/><title type='text'>High</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt; LIGHTHOUSE FAMILY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you're close to tears remember&lt;br /&gt;Someday it'll all be over&lt;br /&gt;One day we're gonna get so high&lt;br /&gt;Though it's darker than December&lt;br /&gt;What's ahead is a different colour&lt;br /&gt;One day we're gonna get so high &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And at the end of the day remember the days&lt;br /&gt;When we were close to the end&lt;br /&gt;And wonder how we made it through the night&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Remember the way&lt;br /&gt;We stayed so close to the end&lt;br /&gt;We'll remember it was me and you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause we are gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Forever, you and me&lt;br /&gt;You will&lt;br /&gt;Always keep it flying high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Of love&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's time you started&lt;br /&gt;Doing what we always wanted&lt;br /&gt;One day we're gonna get so high&lt;br /&gt;Cause even the impossible&lt;br /&gt;Is easy when we got each other&lt;br /&gt;One day we're gonna get so high &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And at the end of the day remember the days&lt;br /&gt;When we were close to the end&lt;br /&gt;And wonder how we made it through the night&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Remember the way&lt;br /&gt;We stayed so close to the end&lt;br /&gt;We'll remember it was me and you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause we are gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Forever, you and me&lt;br /&gt;You will&lt;br /&gt;Always keep it flying high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Of love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause we are gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Forever, you and me&lt;br /&gt;You will&lt;br /&gt;Always keep it flying high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Of love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And at the end of the day remember the days&lt;br /&gt;When we were close to the end&lt;br /&gt;And wonder how we made it through the night&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Remember the way&lt;br /&gt;We stayed so close to the end&lt;br /&gt;We'll remember it was me and you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause we are gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Forever, you and me&lt;br /&gt;You will&lt;br /&gt;Always keep it flying high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Of love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause we are gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Forever, you and me&lt;br /&gt;You will&lt;br /&gt;Always keep it flying high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Of love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause we are gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Forever, you and me&lt;br /&gt;You will&lt;br /&gt;Always keep it flying high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Of love &lt;/p&gt;Cause we are gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Forever, you and me&lt;br /&gt;You will&lt;br /&gt;Always keep it flying high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Of love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292849275675895391-1681321832593755863?l=aozora81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/feeds/1681321832593755863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292849275675895391&amp;postID=1681321832593755863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/1681321832593755863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/1681321832593755863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/2007/02/high.html' title='High'/><author><name>Aozora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546085974321755488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292849275675895391.post-1531567582456452658</id><published>2007-02-03T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:09:06.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Died.</title><content type='html'>Everything happens for a reason. A reason that I may not know now, but only at some point of time, when I can look back and say, "I see, so that's what God has planned for me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old self has died. And now I am trying to rediscover myself.&lt;br /&gt;Rebuilding myself, throwing away all the bad stuff, and try to learn some good habits. And I thank God for reminding me the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292849275675895391-1531567582456452658?l=aozora81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/feeds/1531567582456452658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292849275675895391&amp;postID=1531567582456452658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/1531567582456452658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/1531567582456452658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/2007/02/died.html' title='Died.'/><author><name>Aozora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546085974321755488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292849275675895391.post-2882985576283971579</id><published>2007-01-30T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:49:13.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar tabs'/><title type='text'>As The Deer</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:+2;color:#004080;"&gt;As                                 The Deer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:+1;color:#c3c3c3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:+3;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.higherpraise.com/line375.gif" height="9" width="331" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                           &lt;div align="left"&gt;                                            &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Em&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Am&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Am/G&lt;br /&gt;As the deer panteth for the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;F&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;G&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;So my soul longeth after Thee.&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Em&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Am&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Am/G&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my heart's desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;F&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;G&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;And I long to worship Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Am&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;F&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;You alone are my strength, my shield,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;F&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;Dm7&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;To You alone may my spirit yield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Em&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Am&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Am/G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;You alone are my heart's desire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;F&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;G&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;And I long to worship Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my friend and you are my brother&lt;br /&gt;Even though You are a King.&lt;br /&gt;I love You more than any other,&lt;br /&gt;So much more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want You more than gold or silver&lt;br /&gt;Only You can satisfy.&lt;br /&gt;You alone are the real joy giver&lt;br /&gt;And the apple of my eye.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;                                         &lt;/div&gt;                                         &lt;div align="center"&gt;                                            &lt;center&gt;                                             &lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;©1984, Maranatha! Music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words and Music by &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Martin Nystrom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;                                           &lt;/center&gt;                                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292849275675895391-2882985576283971579?l=aozora81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/feeds/2882985576283971579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292849275675895391&amp;postID=2882985576283971579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/2882985576283971579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/2882985576283971579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-deer.html' title='As The Deer'/><author><name>Aozora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546085974321755488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292849275675895391.post-867469241687630026</id><published>2007-01-27T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:58:49.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumblings'/><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Few weeks ago I decided to write my own resolutions, new year's resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kinda late to write resolutions now, but I won't bother about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I never did before. Since I always believe there is no need to set resolution on new year since I can start doing any resolutions on any point of time. Why wait for the new year to come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I change my mind. After reading Kenny Sia's entry on his resolutions, I decided to have my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolutions for this year:&lt;br /&gt;1. To have more patience.&lt;br /&gt;2. To be able to play guitar.&lt;br /&gt;3. To be able to play piano/keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;4. Regularly going for morning mass.&lt;br /&gt;5. Regularly calling back home.&lt;br /&gt;6. Improve on my financial budget planning and monitoring&lt;br /&gt;7... to be added later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292849275675895391-867469241687630026?l=aozora81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/feeds/867469241687630026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292849275675895391&amp;postID=867469241687630026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/867469241687630026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/867469241687630026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Aozora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546085974321755488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292849275675895391.post-8110118260861695074</id><published>2007-01-27T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T10:59:46.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Panadol Ads</title><content type='html'>Recently the panadol's ads capture my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not spectacular, it's not bad either, but it's somehow interesting, the meaning behind the gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First look I just smile. It shows a man tells a woman that he knows what she is feeling right now when she sneezes on and on. The woman have a terrible flu. A bus passing by and show the panadol for cold ads poster. The next scene is predictable, the woman, who is fully recovered and of course by taking panadol cold, tells another man that she knows what he is feeling right now. The man denied it by saying, "no, you are not!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times that we are acting like the man, denying others that they know what we are feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, when we feels sad, laments, or regrets we often denying other that they knows how it feels. Most of the time we bragged that we are hurt, we are in pain, in terrible pain that other won't know how painful it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's normal human reaction after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ads gives an insight in how arrogant we are sometimes, to believe that we are in so much pain that others won't know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we lost our parents, others probably have experienced it too.&lt;br /&gt;When we lost our loved ones, others probably have experienced it too.&lt;br /&gt;When we lost something precious, others probably have experienced it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is when we are going to listen to others and start taking the pills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292849275675895391-8110118260861695074?l=aozora81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/feeds/8110118260861695074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292849275675895391&amp;postID=8110118260861695074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/8110118260861695074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/8110118260861695074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/2007/01/panadol-ads.html' title='Panadol Ads'/><author><name>Aozora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546085974321755488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292849275675895391.post-7981767756959549518</id><published>2007-01-27T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T10:44:57.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumblings'/><title type='text'>Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>Recently Kireira blogged about her pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one, too. Super irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my colleague, and it's so irritating it's distracting me to focus on work.&lt;br /&gt;We are in the same team, so I have to face it everyday. I got so frustrated few days ago I decided to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I tried to seek advice. Iyok1010 mentioned something that struck the chord. He said, "it not all about me, me and me." How true.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to dig deeper inside myself and realize, there are no ways I can change him. The only way is I need to change my perception, my tolerance. At first I thought I can say it out, or at least discussed it in a mild manner, work it out for some solution or something. But I guess, that won't fix a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living for others is not something we can realise and do everyday. This individualistic environment taught us how to be more competitive and ambitious. It didn't teach us to give out something to others. It doesn't teach us to make a difference into others' life. I doesn't encourage us to think on others' shoes. It's always about me, me and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why they do that? Don't they think it's so inconsiderate to ME? Don't they think it's so rude to ME? Why can't they be more tolerant to ME?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough ME. I need a reminder to tell me each day, I'm living for others. I want to make difference in other ppl's life. That alone gives so much sense of satisfaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292849275675895391-7981767756959549518?l=aozora81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/feeds/7981767756959549518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292849275675895391&amp;postID=7981767756959549518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/7981767756959549518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/7981767756959549518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/2007/01/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves'/><author><name>Aozora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546085974321755488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292849275675895391.post-5831528631920628216</id><published>2007-01-27T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T10:31:27.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumblings'/><title type='text'>Getting Better</title><content type='html'>It's getting better each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to pick up myself recently. The exercises, gatherings and activities with friends.. all of that small small things make my life more colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some time when I started to doubt my goals in life. Life seems meaningless with all the work load and loneliness. Probably I did shut myself out of the world, the world that give more meanings into this life's journey. But I didn't want to dwell too long in my lamentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One does not drown because of falling into the water, but because of standing stilll".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I always try to reminds myself are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Things happen for a reason&lt;br /&gt;2. God has His own plan, and I believe it's for the better one&lt;br /&gt;3. Let the nature takes its course&lt;br /&gt;4. There are no mistakes in life, only lessons to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I always try to reminds myself regarding her:&lt;br /&gt;1. If you tried your best, there are no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;2. Let go. If it isn't coming back to you, probably it's never meant for you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't be sad because you can't be together. Be happy that your path crosses and leave some good memories along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292849275675895391-5831528631920628216?l=aozora81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/feeds/5831528631920628216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292849275675895391&amp;postID=5831528631920628216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/5831528631920628216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/5831528631920628216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/2007/01/getting-better.html' title='Getting Better'/><author><name>Aozora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546085974321755488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292849275675895391.post-2007961373280089011</id><published>2007-01-23T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:08:32.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fav songs'/><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tw Cen MT;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Mistral;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Journey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's a long long journey&lt;br /&gt;Till I know where I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;It's a long long journey&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know if I can believe&lt;br /&gt;When shadows fall and block my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am lost and know that I must hide&lt;br /&gt;It's a long long journey&lt;br /&gt;Till I find my way home to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Many days I've spent&lt;br /&gt;Drifting on through empty shores&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what's my purpose&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how to make me strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I will falter I know I will cry&lt;br /&gt;I know You'll be standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;It's a long long journey&lt;br /&gt;And I need to be close to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes it feels no one understands&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why&lt;br /&gt;I do the things I do&lt;br /&gt;When pride builds me up till I can't see my soul&lt;br /&gt;Will you break down these walls and pull me through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cause It's a long long journey&lt;br /&gt;Till I feel that I am worth the price&lt;br /&gt;You paid for me on calvary&lt;br /&gt;Beneath those stormy skies&lt;br /&gt;When Satan mocks and friends turn to foes&lt;br /&gt;It feels like everything is out to make me lose control&lt;br /&gt;Cause It's a long long journey&lt;br /&gt;Till I find my way home to You ... to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4292849275675895391-2007961373280089011?l=aozora81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/feeds/2007961373280089011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292849275675895391&amp;postID=2007961373280089011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/2007961373280089011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/2007961373280089011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/2007/01/journey_23.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>Aozora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546085974321755488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292849275675895391.post-8273224310131610724</id><published>2007-01-23T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:08:12.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumblings'/><title type='text'>Prayer and Perfectionism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first entry of the year. It has been sometimes. And it has been somehow a tough time.&lt;br /&gt;Many times I have reflected back on what have happens in my life, but let's leave that for another entry next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now at this moment, I can feel the sense of fears creeps in. Yes, when someone is brought up to be a perfectionist, there would be a heavy burden that need to be carried on everywhere, the fear of not doing well, of not doing what is expected, of what others might think when you are not doing what you're supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;It's tough sometimes, to be a perfectionist. How I wish I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being lonely doesn't make things easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is arguable how I ended up in this kind of situation. Even if I keep on thinking why and why, there will be no definite answers for that. It is not science. It is a matter of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when everything seems so dark and cold, so quiet I can hear my heart cried out.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I knelt and prayed, that there will be someday when God will show me someone I can share my time with. Someone with ears to listen to, with chatter to fill the quietness, with a heart to connect to.  I thought God have shown me that one. But probably I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I knelt and prayed. There is a temptation to blame God for that. For taking away what He has provided, for taking the hope and happiness. But I tried to realise, because I believe, that probably He meant another way, something that I just can't understand now. I believe He has another plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I prayed the same prayer. That someday I would find the one.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I know it would be much tougher, to believe something would work when previously it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A matter of heart is complicated. Always complicated. Especially for a melancholic like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticking to the principles, I tried to be sincere, true to my own heart. Loving someone, without thinking the other way around, without resorting to hatred. Let the nature takes its course. Let the heart heals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to curb the perfectionism, I have to start cut down the expectation.&lt;br /&gt;If the worst comes, what are we losing? Does it matters?&lt;br /&gt;So what is the one really matters?&lt;br /&gt;&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/4292849275675895391-8273224310131610724?l=aozora81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/feeds/8273224310131610724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292849275675895391&amp;postID=8273224310131610724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/8273224310131610724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292849275675895391/posts/default/8273224310131610724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aozora81.blogspot.com/2007/01/prayer-and-perfectionism.html' title='Prayer and Perfectionism'/><author><name>Aozora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01546085974321755488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
