<?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-2537842009292207732</id><updated>2011-12-29T11:18:55.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but a lovely life..!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-4400971183049685415</id><published>2011-09-05T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T07:29:38.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I was bored...so I was just randomly surfing through my sent mail. Yea..I do weird stuff when I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;I came across a mail I wrote to my friend a year back, sharing my testimony. I just thought I'd blog it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7PVLYOoYMFs/TmTbxnU8stI/AAAAAAAAAPk/co5Lz69f2OY/s1600/index.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7PVLYOoYMFs/TmTbxnU8stI/AAAAAAAAAPk/co5Lz69f2OY/s1600/index.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi ,&lt;br /&gt;Hope things are fine with you. How was your vacation? Things are fine here. Just returned from Dubai. I really missed Chennai a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes...A really long message. Don't skip anything ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope its God speaking to you and not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about the birth of my spiritual life first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in 5th, In Dubai,&amp;nbsp; my sister had plans to come here and do her higher studies. The plan was me to stay with my daddy and my mom with my sister in Chennai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, two days before leaving, my sister told me about salvation. She made me understand the basic concept behind Christianity. I wasn't very interested in getting saved and all. I was only 10. But I still told a little prayer asking Jesus to come into my heart... and that's when everything started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my mom and sis left to Chennai, I used to feel very lonely. My dad tried his best to keep me happy but I had no friends which made me sad. They never used to like me (till now I have no idea why). The only person I knew was God and I used to literally roll on the floor and cry out to Him. Then I asked Him if he was really listening to me and if He really loved me. Thats when the earthquake happened (I hope you remember about this incident I told you once. If you don't, ask me) . I fell in love with Him. A really mad crazy love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom came on January 2006, when I was doing my seventh. My mom wanted me to come with her to India and continue my studies here.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy on one side and I had no doubts of not having friends or people to like me here. I was sure everything was going to be okay and I'll be happy in Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March 2006, my 7th std Annual exams were going on. Thats when in church they announced that a children's minister was going to come one day and speak to the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So now I'll tell you what happened on one Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I got up at 7:30am,which never in my life I have got up to study on a holiday. It was a holiday in Dubai. I rushed into the room,took my Bible and offerings,pencil box,song book and stuffed it all a bag and ran downstairs to catch the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette, my very close friend,&amp;nbsp; didn't come that day but went for a similar meeting which was held the day before. Shirley, Avlyn , my other good friends, and I were chatting about random stuff not knowing what was waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we reached the destination safely. We were still chatting and talking because it was only 10:45 and it was told that the meeting was from 11 to 1. The children's minister (I think her name is Dincy) didn't arrive yet. We sang some songs, then she arrived at last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was amazed to see so many children. She explained about the Holy spirit and about how God loves children and how He wants them. She told us that receiving the Holy spirit is one of the greatest gifts God has for His children. Then she prayed and told us to lift our hands up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I raised my hands up I started shivering very badly. I didn't feel cold but warm. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. My hand couldn't go down to wipe my tears. It was stuck up in the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then an uncle came and put his hand on my head but I didn't speak the Holy language. Then Prs. Dincy prayed for me but still no! Then she asked my friend Avlyn, who got anointed a moment before, to put her hands on me and pray. &lt;br /&gt;Then at last I started speaking in Holy language and did not wish to stop It. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy. I had no idea this would happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later realized God had anointed me when I was just 12, to protect me from the worldly stuff when I'm a teen. He knew that I couldn't handle my life unless I had a proof that my life is in God's hands... and that proof is by receiving the Holy spirit. God anoints people for different reasons. It isn't that God loves you less and thats why you still didn't receive the Holy Spirit. He has heard your prayer and wants you to strive more towards it. For some people, the later they receive it the more stronger is their relationship with God.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's plans and purposes cannot be understood at all. But I want to say this... God knows the right time. I'm not saying this to discourage you. Keep praying and I will too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&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/2537842009292207732-4400971183049685415?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/4400971183049685415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=4400971183049685415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/4400971183049685415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/4400971183049685415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2011/09/mail.html' title='A Mail'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7PVLYOoYMFs/TmTbxnU8stI/AAAAAAAAAPk/co5Lz69f2OY/s72-c/index.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-7364719062400032833</id><published>2011-08-27T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T02:32:34.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life as on 27th Aug '11 , 2:53pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months of&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f3-Twgx3w2I/Tli5cxtW8SI/AAAAAAAAAPY/lX7F9VNtjbM/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f3-Twgx3w2I/Tli5cxtW8SI/AAAAAAAAAPY/lX7F9VNtjbM/s200/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645466036939976994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; college over. How do I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still like an alien place...I still haven't settled. Well...yes I've got good company but you know..I still feel like going to strange place everyday. And the worst part...I don't even know the purpose of me being there...yet! *sigh* Weird life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do something different...something apart from what everyone's doing. Did I make a mistake? I don't think so...God doesn't let His children down. But then why am I still doubtful about what I'm gonna do with life? Then I realized...even people who are doing a job-guaranteed course aren't sure about where their life is headed to. So shouldn't I be different from them in this aspect too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird life! Being in an arts college isn't easy like everybody thinks.&lt;br /&gt;Our problems :&lt;br /&gt;1) Hearing everyone, from a neighbor to a random stranger, around us ask, "Why didn't you take engineering or medical?"&lt;br /&gt;2) And after answering, " I just wanted to do something different.", getting weird looks from them.&lt;br /&gt;3) Yes, we shouldn't care about what others think...but because we aren't sure about where life is taking us, we tend to get skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;4) Having your not-so-close friends have a serious face and ask you ," You want to become an actor or just stay as an housewife?"&lt;br /&gt;5) And all you can do is just stare back at them and shake your head vigorously.&lt;br /&gt;6) We break our heads thinking and over thinking about what extra courses to take.&lt;br /&gt;7) We also break our heads about where to do our post graduation even before the first semester in an under graduate course is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 is my lucky number..so let me stop there ;). Life isn't easy which ever course you do. It isn't easy even if you are not gonna study at all. We have our own problems and we arts people didn't choose this path 'cuz we don't have brains. It's because we wanted to experiment with life and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, when I ask my friends a doubt from the text, they just smile and stare at me because after 5 seconds I would answer myself and after that they would playfully hit me for wasting 5 seconds of their time. This post is kinda like that too. Hope none of the readers come and hit me :D. I just wanted to blog about what was on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...I'm done for now. See you soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&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/2537842009292207732-7364719062400032833?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/7364719062400032833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=7364719062400032833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/7364719062400032833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/7364719062400032833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-life-as-on-27th-aug-11-253pm.html' title='My life as on 27th Aug &apos;11 , 2:53pm'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f3-Twgx3w2I/Tli5cxtW8SI/AAAAAAAAAPY/lX7F9VNtjbM/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-3077707856158621067</id><published>2011-06-04T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T05:10:12.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARS FLYT poem by my buddy :)</title><content type='html'>MARS FLYT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0rzA30mJKU/TeogF80RbGI/AAAAAAAAANM/6kVptmx-3cg/s1600/mars%2Bflyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-lCHMLOMHA/TeogT6Yo3xI/AAAAAAAAANU/yGFe4lPj7ps/s1600/mars%2Bflyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-lCHMLOMHA/TeogT6Yo3xI/AAAAAAAAANU/yGFe4lPj7ps/s200/mars%2Bflyt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614335411932946194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything truly special, big or small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deserves an intro, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon nine, shines now the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call ourselves Mars Flyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sings in tune with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolid exterior, emotions deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attracts friends like Bees to Honey;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s Annie, I’ll bet my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sets the stage aflame;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara with her expressions abundant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tells a story like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious, confident, no room for shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cheery smile so much like Pooh’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sings, she jumps, every bit kangaroo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft, cuddly, a teddy bear personified;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumana is just as sensitive too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An artist and a mastermind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a style of her own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sithara’s got a witty charm which&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fool or foe can confine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A name to suit her height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easygoing and classy, always a delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Befriend her now and rest assured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minita will always set things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is an enigma; hard to solve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farheen’s delicate yet strong hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balances her beliefs, aims and joys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way envious to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young though she is; wiser than most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LP understands though no words are spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holds our crazy gang together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through stimulating thoughts and moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the sweetest girl we know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to help, ready to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamini loves us and we her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s the key to every lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two’s company, Three’s a crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Nine the fun never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us, oh so different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we became the best of friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cynthia Arokiaraj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537842009292207732-3077707856158621067?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/3077707856158621067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=3077707856158621067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/3077707856158621067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/3077707856158621067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2011/06/mars-flyt-poem-by-my-buddy.html' title='MARS FLYT poem by my buddy :)'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-lCHMLOMHA/TeogT6Yo3xI/AAAAAAAAANU/yGFe4lPj7ps/s72-c/mars%2Bflyt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-6931220783071619533</id><published>2011-04-15T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:16:42.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on in my mind right now?</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been  6 months since I wrote something. Yea, a pretty long time. Hope you missed me ;)&lt;br /&gt;I thought of writing a series or something...but I have many genres and story lines in my head right now.I dont know what to write about. This blog entry isn't gonna be like the others. This is is just what's in my head right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis's wedding in a few days...college starting tomorrow...new family..new friends..wow thats just too much to take in.. Its really exciting :D! Well...most people aren't usually excited for the latter part. They get freaked out 'cuz its a new place, new people and its extremely compulsory to get good company. But yes I'm a freak...I already started day dreaming about the fun I'll have in college. Some say hope for the best, some say hope for the worst. But the decision and the life is yours..do whatever  you feel like. If something wrong happens you'll know that you should feel the other way next time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fun. It had its own ups and downs...loud laughter in the corridors, silent giggling in class, a desperate prayer before a test, betrayal, false accusations, learning how to forgive, solving minor mysteries, teasing teachers, eating in class, getting caught for that, bunking classes in the toilet, lunch breaks....the list goes on and on and on. But college is gonna be a whole other level! Or will it? Hmmm...lets see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years will be over before I know it...just like how 14 years of schooling  zoomed off like a race car. I'm just wondering how I'll feel by the end of these 3 years. Patience is one of the major things I haven't mastered in life but now I have no other choice. Looking forward in fulfilling God's dream in life and excited that I'm gonna learn about it and see how great it is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. Will be updating my blog in regular basis from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Lets  see what more I'll have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537842009292207732-6931220783071619533?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/6931220783071619533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=6931220783071619533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/6931220783071619533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/6931220783071619533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2011/04/whats-going-on-in-my-mind-right-now.html' title='What&apos;s going on in my mind right now?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-8948970407627935237</id><published>2010-11-23T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:01:22.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life's road</title><content type='html'>2 weeks back, my best bud and me decided to pray early in the morning at 4. At first I loved the idea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday I would go to God and before I finish my prayer I would ask Him to be with me throughout the day. I wanted to feel His presence. After a few days, weird stuff happening around and inside me. I was frightened of my future, I was irritated with the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/TOyjv26JzYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DZQLj5z2LpY/s200/road.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542985283974843778" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; people around me. I felt guilty for no reason. I suddenly started worrying about my marks. I felt useless and dumb. And yea, like most people, I just stopped praying. I wanted to feel His presence throughout the day and but then I was even more confused about myself. I was scared to go back to God again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, nothing bad happened in the days to follow but  I wasn't feeling peaceful either. I wanted to cry for no reason, I wanted to hug someone and tell them how I feel but I didn't want to do that 'cuz I didn't want them to think that I'm feeble-minded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One final day, when I was studying maths (yup, the subject that never gets into me), it struck me. If life's gonna be a bed of roses, I don't need anyone's help. I can walk on it by myself. But only if my life's road is filled with thorns, I need someone to carry me. And that's when I can always feel God with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/TOyj6WrSKwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bKSBSGogXUg/s200/jesus%2Bcarrin.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542985464301103874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back to God and cried, told Him I was sorry and stupid. He carried me back in His arms, smiled and said," I forgive you again dear one!". I turned my face and looked at the road ahead. All I could see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was dust and mist. I looked at God and asked Him ,"What do I do now?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For that He said ," WE are gonna run this race together. Just hold on tight kid, its gonna be a pretty long bumpy ride!"&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/2537842009292207732-8948970407627935237?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/8948970407627935237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=8948970407627935237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/8948970407627935237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/8948970407627935237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-lifes-road.html' title='My life&apos;s road'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/TOyjv26JzYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DZQLj5z2LpY/s72-c/road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-8354582825287400445</id><published>2010-03-01T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T05:41:35.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem written by my sis for me..:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="z19Dle zG9tqc" id="col-z12zcx0qbm3vuxpt223tij3jvrvitjc4q04"&gt;&lt;span class="zo"&gt;&lt;span class="HgYomf"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" class="QGJaM Ig"&gt;"A baby sister is born"&lt;br /&gt;Was what that aunt said&lt;br /&gt;I scratched my head&lt;br /&gt;Wondering..&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't it have been a brother instead.&lt;br /&gt;Coz thats what everyone was saying&lt;br /&gt;And asked me to pray..&lt;br /&gt;And I believed so much&lt;br /&gt;That it was a brother on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares..I just needed a sibling&lt;br /&gt;Someone with whom I can play&lt;br /&gt;Someone to take to school with me..&lt;br /&gt;And someone who listens to what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy kept telling me&lt;br /&gt;That you're the answer to my prayer&lt;br /&gt;That you are very precious &lt;br /&gt;And a gift from God to treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very true to her word&lt;br /&gt;A rare jewel you have been&lt;br /&gt;Skipped our notice many times&lt;br /&gt;Though, very obvious to be seen&lt;br /&gt;Faithful to your Master&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to your God&lt;br /&gt;Turning your back on the world&lt;br /&gt;And moving on&lt;br /&gt;To obey His call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, He who called is faithful too&lt;br /&gt;He has everything He needs;&lt;br /&gt;To make His dream for you come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humble yourself in His hand&lt;br /&gt;And in His time you will see&lt;br /&gt;The lives you were meant to change&lt;br /&gt;And the reason you were called indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being my best friend&lt;br /&gt;For bearing all my torture&lt;br /&gt;For all the endless errands you've run&lt;br /&gt;For being the only encouraging one&lt;br /&gt;And knowing me as I want to be&lt;br /&gt;For calling me Akka&lt;br /&gt;A title, I'm so proud to receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God so much&lt;br /&gt;For your wisdom, beyond your years&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that you've become a woman of substance&lt;br /&gt;And learnt so well to handle your fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've asked me many times&lt;br /&gt;To keep my writing short&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I did try a lot&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get it in my next shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear one, you've grown&lt;br /&gt;So beautifully indeed.&lt;br /&gt;16 years have passed&lt;br /&gt;But I can't forget that innocent thumb sucking face I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Annie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Akka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated Feb 17, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537842009292207732-8354582825287400445?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/8354582825287400445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=8354582825287400445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/8354582825287400445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/8354582825287400445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2010/03/poem-written-by-my-sis-for-me.html' title='A poem written by my sis for me..:)'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-541109404614154342</id><published>2010-01-17T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:26:44.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Music ♥</title><content type='html'>"I wanna learn guitar....please please please", I was 6 when I first said that. My sis was learning piano at that time and well...because I had very little knowledge of music, I considered it "boring".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me guitar was something different. I thought its really cool, easy and fun. I used to always dream about standing in front of huge crowds, playing the guitar and singing&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/S4jAlWp6xGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Pq07sJ8qUgU/s1600-h/granada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/S4jAlWp6xGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Pq07sJ8qUgU/s200/granada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442811897646335074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Finally&lt;br /&gt;when I was 13, my mom, who got really tired of my nagging, decided to put me in some music class. The next day I went with my guitar teacher,   a good family friend, to a music shop to get my  guitar. I couldn't help admiring it all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first class fell on December 2007, somewhere around the 3rd week. I was really very excited. But after the first few classes, I knew that guitar was not what I thought. It was tougher than  piano and it would take lots of hard work to master it. To be frank, I actually gave up. I never used to practice at home. I only used to aimlessly hit the strings during class which was just 2 days in a week. I used to ask myself, "Is it really my thing or am I just wasting my time?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 3 months, my guitar teacher taught me chords. Till then it was just on how to hold the strings properly. I learnt a few songs with just the G, C and D chords. I stuck there. I used to play songs only with G C and D stuff in it. I didn't want to improve. I didn't want to go a level higher. Though my teacher was a constant encouragement, I was stubborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, well...10th grade came. I had to 'concentrate' more on studies so I discontinued my guitar classes. And yea, I gradually stopped playing even the G C D songs I knew.  I wasn't lazy, I was disappointed with myself. Music was not the least what I expected. It is a field which is important, beautiful but very complex. I thought I wasn't talented and passionate enough. I was totally confused. Everybody has something they love to do, which they end up doing well. But I had nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my 10th boards got over. I had 3 months all for myself. That was when Jesus sho&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/S4jEOc3VlpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tssjlEOTkhE/s1600-h/bible1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/S4jEOc3VlpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tssjlEOTkhE/s200/bible1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442815902222751378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wed me Psalm 33:3 ,&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Sing to him a new song; play skillfully, and shout for joy"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (and yea, that is why "3" is my favorite number ;) ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God was encouraging me to work on my guitaring skills. He says He wants a new song!!! But I guess that's not gonna happen until I grow closer and know Him better. And by the way, an "ok" job was not His taste..He wanted a skillful player after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked my guitar the next moment and started hitting the strings, (Not aimlessly this time!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later my church youth pastor asked me if I could play guitar in the V.B.S (Vacation Bible School) 10 days. I was excited about that, but then I was even more afraid. What if I mess up real real bad?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God gives you an opportunity, you have to use it. No matter how small and unfit you feel. I kinda hit he strings for those days., and believe me it was nothing close to 'hearable' music. But God had a plan. He wanted me to get confident, before I can go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still learning, enjoying and ofcourse getting scolded when I hurt weak ear drums.&lt;br /&gt;As a ty&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/S4jB-0JxoZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SEQf7xyUMwE/s1600-h/jesus3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/S4jB-0JxoZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SEQf7xyUMwE/s200/jesus3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442813434572939666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pical teenager, I get discouraged easily. I keep hearing the voice on my head, "2 years of guitaring, I should be a professional by now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when my sister told me, "God is your music teacher. When He's teaching you stuff, it takes time 'coz there's more to His lessons than just scales and chords. Just worship, work and wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are improving gradually. Music now gives me joy, peace and confidence. And  I also believe that God will use me in His time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky to have such an awesome Teacher!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Debbie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537842009292207732-541109404614154342?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/541109404614154342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=541109404614154342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/541109404614154342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/541109404614154342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2010/01/music.html' title='♥ Music ♥'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/S4jAlWp6xGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Pq07sJ8qUgU/s72-c/granada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-8478205469922669613</id><published>2009-12-23T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T02:39:50.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SzND4mK4T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/I6RSQfA6zIA/s1600-h/bells.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 58px; height: 58px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SzND4mK4T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/I6RSQfA6zIA/s200/bells.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418749416254754738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi...Im back again!&lt;br /&gt;Its been three months since I wrote something in my blog...so here I am, on Christmas eve, sitting in front of my sister's laptop thinking of what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas.....hmmm...well..I'm going to write what Christmas means to me.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and Easter are the only two special Christian festivals. That's why in December I get really excited....everyday in this month seems like Christmas to m&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SzNDWhzJjdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zHK4963-SP4/s1600-h/christmas-tree-inside-the-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SzNDWhzJjdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zHK4963-SP4/s320/christmas-tree-inside-the-house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418748830965927378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e. This season makes me really joyful, excited and happy even if I'm really sad. I'm celebrating the birthday of my first and only love, obviously I'll feel elated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, scholars say that  Jesus wasn't born on December but on someday in January. Christmas is just a reminder that Jesus was born in my heart the moment I asked him to come in and thats why Christmas means a lot to me. So I don't care if its in December or January. Even my own birthday won't give me as much joy as Christmas gives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his thirty three years of life time on this earth, not even once it was recorded that people celebrated His birthday. But now....Christmas is the only religious festival which is celebrated everywhere in the world. That's another reason why I'm proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Jesus to come to my heart when I was 9 so this year is His 6th birthday :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have NO idea what I would have done without Him. He's been the most patient dad and friend I could have. Sometimes when I go wrong or when I make a huge mistake, I won't even be able to forgive myself like forever...I have no idea how He does it. People of this world expect so much from me, something I just can't do or I have no idea about. But Jesus just expects love in return. Something which he gave me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a really very different person in my  family. I'm nothing like them....in many ways, sometimes in a bad way too. But Jesus keeps assuring me that He loves me just the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SzNEdaYUg2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fVS9NNY1c54/s1600-h/jesusbaby.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SzNEdaYUg2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fVS9NNY1c54/s200/jesusbaby.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418750048745063266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;way I am, no matter what. Sometimes my friends kinda tease me that I have too much belief in God, not intentionally though. But they have no idea what He really means to me. I'm not addicted to Jesus, I belong to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to experience real love it costs nothing. Kneel down, Dial G-O-D and talk to Him. It's FREE!!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Christmas in the true sense...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; z-index: 0;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="position: relative; z-index: 0;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537842009292207732-8478205469922669613?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/8478205469922669613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=8478205469922669613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/8478205469922669613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/8478205469922669613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas...'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SzND4mK4T7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/I6RSQfA6zIA/s72-c/bells.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-1228179449291432195</id><published>2009-09-20T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:22:59.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toby Mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/Srcsws8j7TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/i5UPwDdGbn0/s1600-h/toby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/Srcsws8j7TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/i5UPwDdGbn0/s320/toby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383821094755233074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So what kind of christian song albums do you listen to?", it was my music teacher.&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh.....Hillsong, Don Moen, Michael W Smith.......", I replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Thats it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea......thats all I know"&lt;br /&gt;"Haven't you heard of Newsboys and Dc talk?"&lt;br /&gt;"No...."&lt;br /&gt;"OMG!....err......ok fine lets start our class. So the C chord........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsboys?....Dc talk?....How come I've never come across these guys? I came home and surfed the net. HOW COULD I never come across these guys? Shame on me.....these guys are wonderful! After that, almost everyday I used to listen to their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I came across "Toby Mac". I was like," Ok, lemme see what this guy has got!" WOW....was all I could say after listening to one of his songs. Awesome music and such meaningful words. He was rapping his song in such a way that it was like as if he's talking to God as his very personal friend. In a few songs he would teach the Bible with so much of simplicity that even a beginner would understand. For example in his songs there was a line that comes like this,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna gain the whole world and lose my soul...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SrctG-G4vOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DPlCetOfoHM/s1600-h/tobymac1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SrctG-G4vOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DPlCetOfoHM/s320/tobymac1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383821477319064802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If it were me I would have put it this way,"I don't want to go in the ways of the world&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;get filthy rich and stuff 'coz after that I would go far from God, lose his love and go to hell".&lt;br /&gt;By the time I completed the sentence, people would be half asleep. But his words makes a person think  about it and captivates them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has got 5 grammy award nominations and 9 GMA Dove award nominations. Now thats not a small thing. He has done 6 albums and many singles. He was the member of the band DC talk once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im not glorifying Toby Mckeehan and giving him all the credit. But he just shows what God can do to a person when you give your life to him. He might be a very talented fellow but it was God who gave him the inspiration and interest. He subimitted his song career to God and now he's inspiring many teens like me.&lt;br /&gt;Toby rocks \m/&lt;br /&gt;and GOD ROCKS infinite times more \m/ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few of his songs I would like you to hear:&lt;br /&gt;Catchafire&lt;br /&gt;One world&lt;br /&gt;DC talk - Jesus Freak (the most inspirational song)&lt;br /&gt;Burn for you&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's watching&lt;br /&gt;Ignition&lt;br /&gt;Irene&lt;br /&gt;Boomin'&lt;br /&gt;Lose my soul&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go&lt;br /&gt;This christmas&lt;br /&gt;City on our knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lots more....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537842009292207732-1228179449291432195?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/1228179449291432195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=1228179449291432195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/1228179449291432195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/1228179449291432195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2009/09/toby-mac.html' title='Toby Mac'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/Srcsws8j7TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/i5UPwDdGbn0/s72-c/toby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-2197036287366324583</id><published>2009-06-01T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T04:22:30.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I worthless?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SiUwvDbHVRI/AAAAAAAAADI/bVrybe80jf0/s1600-h/think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SiUwvDbHVRI/AAAAAAAAADI/bVrybe80jf0/s320/think.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342730117875979538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You are stupid, useless, good for nothing and worthless",&lt;br /&gt;It was my friend...I messed up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my temper rising, I turned , smiled and said,&lt;br /&gt;"You're right. I am stupid, useless and good for nothing but definitely  not worthless!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about being a Jesus freak is that though He can see through all the  junk, trash and garbage stuffed inside He still thinks that He can't afford to lose you.&lt;br /&gt;The Almighty God, Victorious warrior, Omnipotent, King of kings and Lord of lords wants to have a relationship with a stupid, useless, good for nothing girl like me.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that great?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get crazy with stuff like music, cars, bikes, mobile phones, fashion and some nerds even with studies. Hey, God knows each and every minute detail of these things man! So wouldn't it be better if we have a relationship with an all knowing God instead of being crazy about crazy stuff??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I love music. I like to listen to all kinds of music and yea...I like to play different kinds of instruments too like a harp, tambourine and the ten stringed lyre (hehehe.....just kidding). But I can't hurry it all up and end up no where. So with God, I take it cool........ 'cause He tells me what to do, He tells to be patient, He gives me opportunities to express my talent and believe it or not, He even teaches me. Isn't this great?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SiVJk3xC5tI/AAAAAAAAADY/sjkvSV6EcjY/s1600-h/worship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SiVJk3xC5tI/AAAAAAAAADY/sjkvSV6EcjY/s320/worship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342757430738740946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a relationship with the Most High. Learning things from him. Telling him all my secrets. Feeling comfy when He's around. Living my life happily just because he lives in my tiny heart and being HIS greatest love. Now, do you still think I'm worthless??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537842009292207732-2197036287366324583?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/2197036287366324583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=2197036287366324583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/2197036287366324583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/2197036287366324583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-i-worthless.html' title='Am I worthless?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SiUwvDbHVRI/AAAAAAAAADI/bVrybe80jf0/s72-c/think.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-7475715451160823764</id><published>2009-04-12T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:01:21.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling about Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/Sh6ZSHRnB4I/AAAAAAAAACw/4nkVpiEQPfA/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/Sh6ZSHRnB4I/AAAAAAAAACw/4nkVpiEQPfA/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340874744577591170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a teenager, its kinda hard to go around telling people about God and all that. My friends don't kick me or scream at me when I talk about God, but they give this weird look which haunts me that whole night. Thoughts like,"They think I'm a bore", "They won't talk to me any more" just flash in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My board exams just got over. No more school for 3 months. I just have to sit between the four walls and do nothing. Well....doing nothing is kinda boring.  But I started thinking more about God and His works. God loves me So much. He left his MANSION in HEAVEN and lived as a very poor man just because He loves me. He died on the cross so that MY sins would be forgiven. That was the most humiliating thing those days.  Am I giving back at least something in return? NOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I have the courage? Why when I look into my friend's eyes I change the topic? I enjoyed my life so far. God has been spoon feeding me all these days giving me all that I wanted. Why can't I show Him my gratitude? Why can't I tell people that He loves them? What if they think that I'm a freak.? Why..........?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep asking questions to yourself Debbie. You told that He has given you everything you wanted. You think He won't give you courage? Just make yourself available and start the conversation.....and remember He is next to you patting your back. If your friends laugh at you, remember God is happy with what you just did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537842009292207732-7475715451160823764?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/7475715451160823764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=7475715451160823764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/7475715451160823764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/7475715451160823764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2009/04/telling-about-him.html' title='Telling about Him'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/Sh6ZSHRnB4I/AAAAAAAAACw/4nkVpiEQPfA/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-531747989546542088</id><published>2009-02-04T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T07:04:19.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about 10th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SYmuZzkvFDI/AAAAAAAAACY/D70TPuUbCpM/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SYmuZzkvFDI/AAAAAAAAACY/D70TPuUbCpM/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298958194942350386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th.....hmmmm!! Well...it was a surprise year for me. I mean I thought 10th would be boring, slow and studious but it was not the least bit of how I imagined it to be. Last year, same time, I was worried when I heard that they were going to shuffle the classes. Oh no! 10th is gonna be really dull............well that's what I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 21st, the first day I entered 10'B', I felt as if I was placed in some alien place. 10B was a mixture of 3 classes. Luckily, my best friend was with me. I stuck to her and grumbled the whole week. I missed 9C, my old class, soooooo much. I felt so pissed off and wished I never came to school.&lt;br /&gt;Days and weeks passed. My best buddy had to leave to Singapore for 10 days. 10 DAYS!! What am I going to do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she left, I started talking well with the other girls of my class.....we became close. We started having fun. Throwing chalks at boys, fighting and teasing them. Making fun of teachers, not completing the homework. Eating like pigs in the canteen, roaming in the corridors with records and so on. My friend came back from Singapore and started enjoying too. 10th? Dull?? No way! Which idiot said that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of this year I wished I was in 10A. All my friends were there. But now I'm happy where God put me. 10A rocks but not as much as 10B (no offense to 10A readers). And guess what!! I still miss 9C. I still wish I was in that batch, but I like 10B too. Forget it! Its confusing.In fact, I'm closer with my old classmates 'coz we spend hours on the phone chatting, gossiping and giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made new friends, learnt new stuff, had fun and enjoyed to the core. Gotta study seriously from now on. Public exam is coming closer and closer like a monster waiting to devour its prey. I'm gonna miss this class next year, dunno how 11th is going to be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I entered 10th saying,"God! you'll do everything for my good"&lt;br /&gt;Believe me! Trust God, everything will be just fine.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537842009292207732-531747989546542088?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/531747989546542088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=531747989546542088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/531747989546542088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/531747989546542088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-about-10th.html' title='All about 10th!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SYmuZzkvFDI/AAAAAAAAACY/D70TPuUbCpM/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-5402385042806475521</id><published>2008-11-08T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:52:29.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SRW8gzcmUlI/AAAAAAAAABg/CzP-QrQEKXs/s1600-h/love+of+god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SRW8gzcmUlI/AAAAAAAAABg/CzP-QrQEKXs/s320/love+of+god.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266322611031659090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you enjoyed with your friends;&lt;br /&gt;I was there with you but you didn't notice me.&lt;br /&gt;When you competed, won and held the trophy high,&lt;br /&gt;I was there with you but you didn't notice me.&lt;br /&gt;When you passed all your tests,&lt;br /&gt;I was there with you, but you didn't notice I was the reason for that.&lt;br /&gt;When people told you rocked,&lt;br /&gt;I was there with you, but you didn't notice I was reason for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered all your prayers,&lt;br /&gt;But you never bothered to say,'Thank you'!&lt;br /&gt;You cried and wept when your friend left you.&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't notice my tears when you left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were in a problem,&lt;br /&gt;You said I was the reason for that.&lt;br /&gt;When you were angry,&lt;br /&gt;All you did was scream at me.&lt;br /&gt;When you were in a confusion,&lt;br /&gt;You blamed me.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts a lot 'cause I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you run into my open arms,&lt;br /&gt;And I hold you close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Tears run down from your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;" Sorry, I didn't mean to do it", you say.&lt;br /&gt;I've already forgiven you my child.&lt;br /&gt;You are the apple of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;How can I afford to loose you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           - GOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537842009292207732-5402385042806475521?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/5402385042806475521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=5402385042806475521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/5402385042806475521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/5402385042806475521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-love.html' title='True Love.......'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SRW8gzcmUlI/AAAAAAAAABg/CzP-QrQEKXs/s72-c/love+of+god.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-1554537672765067388</id><published>2008-10-26T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T05:52:42.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because she matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SQRillhNJvI/AAAAAAAAABY/8i_3MmjQHhI/s1600-h/i+miss+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 94px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SQRillhNJvI/AAAAAAAAABY/8i_3MmjQHhI/s320/i+miss+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261438662541649650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all about this girl......&lt;br /&gt;I've known her for 3 years but it seems just like 3 minutes after she left us. She was not a very close friend of mine but I could understand her problems. The first time I saw her, she introduced herself first and made me feel comfortable in the new class. She was always described by her friends as homely, good looking, kind and all that. But I would describe her as a girl with many problems. If I was in her place I would have hated my life. But even now, when I pick up the phone to call her, the tone in her voice will make me feel happy. She is enthusiastic all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She loved making friends. Well...everybody loved to be her friend. I know her crushes, I know her family problems.Just listening to her story, would depress a lot of us, but there she goes living her life as if nothing is really wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Hey Debbie! You look cute today!", was the frequent compliment I got from her. But she never knew that she was 10 times better than me and I never got a chance to tell it to her properly. She has a beautiful voice, and the way she sings......wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I didn't actually cry when she left us but I still can't forget the last hug she gave me. She was very helpful to me, more than I was to her. How will I ever repay?!&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know that she has a blog about her posted in the internet but this is the only way I can show my love to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Dharini.........I wish to meet you rather soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537842009292207732-1554537672765067388?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/1554537672765067388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=1554537672765067388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/1554537672765067388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/1554537672765067388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-because-of-her.html' title='Because she matters'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SQRillhNJvI/AAAAAAAAABY/8i_3MmjQHhI/s72-c/i+miss+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-50736230803312804</id><published>2008-10-23T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:00:12.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you matter....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SQDI4o8fYjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Adm5KZMjy0w/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SQDI4o8fYjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Adm5KZMjy0w/s320/rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260425240158102066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I thought of answering some frequently asked questions by my friends. So, here it is. All about my creator!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) Creator? God? U mean Him? He lives???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, I mean Him. Why waste your time reading my blog when you don't believe in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) But I've never seen God. Why should I believe somebody whom I don't see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Have you ever seen Emperor Akbar or Abraham Lincoln? You still believe they existed right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) C'mon! God didn't create us. Mankind came from the theory of evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh!.....Then go and take a mirror and keep it in front of you. You see a face right? Do you  think this beautiful face came from a monkey??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) Then why are there poor people in the world. If God lives, why does he make them suffer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- God created them so that you'll know how blessed you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have more peace and joy than anybody in this world. They just don't have riches. Who cares about money when you have peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God cares for them more than anybody does. He wants to bless them through you. Are you ready to cooperate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) Fine.....then how about natural disasters! Why do we have them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The only mistake God did is that He gave the world to man. Directly of indirectly YOU are the reason for the disasters.&lt;br /&gt;He allows them so that you get something into your head and you stop spoiling the precious earth he has given you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6) Then why the hell do I have so many problems in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There are certain lessons in your life that you should learn which might not be useful now but will come very handy in the future. Those lessons come in the form of problems. Trust me!! I have been through this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours friendly,&lt;br /&gt;Debbie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537842009292207732-50736230803312804?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/50736230803312804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=50736230803312804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/50736230803312804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/50736230803312804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2008/10/because-you-matter.html' title='Because you matter....'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SQDI4o8fYjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Adm5KZMjy0w/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-8745075625192726338</id><published>2008-10-19T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:00:21.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because friendship matters......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SPtkJkVSO4I/AAAAAAAAABA/LZ5pF9hYKK8/s1600-h/frienz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SPtkJkVSO4I/AAAAAAAAABA/LZ5pF9hYKK8/s320/frienz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258907105419737986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiii.......I'm back again!!&lt;br /&gt;So what am I gonna talk about now?? Makes me wonder......!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Got it!!! Friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world talks about having good friends. Are we judged by the friends we have? Yes, we are. You are judged by your friends. Why is it so? It is because we always tend to do what our friends do. We always like to follow their ways because only then we will be labeled "cool" and all that. I've seen many people. They form gangs and give names for themselves. It's funny. My friends and me tried do that ourselves. But later we felt like copy cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to me forming gangs is not wrong. But forming a gang, standing in the middle of the roads and teasing all the girls that pass by. Smoking, driving bikes rashly.......all THIS is wrong. It might be fun. Doing wrong things without any body's knowledge might be thrilling and all that, but don't forget.....everyone has a future!! You do too!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your choice....enjoy now and suffer later or just be yourself now and enjoy later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of choices. Making the right choice is kinda tough. But choosing the right friends is even tougher. So I'll give you a solution. Want to hear it??&lt;br /&gt;God!! He's the only person who can help you find the right kind of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask your parents to help find friends for you, they might find friends who are very nerdy or tooooo disciplined. But if you ask God, he'll give you the right kind of friend who will be sincere to you and whose company you will enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;Trust me in this, I've experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care. &lt;br /&gt;See you soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537842009292207732-8745075625192726338?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/8745075625192726338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=8745075625192726338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/8745075625192726338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/8745075625192726338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2008/10/hiii.html' title='Because friendship matters......'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SPtkJkVSO4I/AAAAAAAAABA/LZ5pF9hYKK8/s72-c/frienz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-2595726971662744785</id><published>2008-09-25T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:07:54.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because your heart matters .....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SP3-UEXHiiI/AAAAAAAAABI/a-HgnPr7Nas/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SP3-UEXHiiI/AAAAAAAAABI/a-HgnPr7Nas/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259639560560151074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a question nobody asks but it should be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Love at first sight"! Do you think its really possible?????.....NO WAY!!&lt;br /&gt;My version of this saying is better and truthful. It goes this way....."Lust at first sight" What is the meaning of lust??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the dictionary, lust is defined as a longing which is uncontrolled and uncontained. Are you so weak that you allow a mere desire to get over you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen many people; they come and tell me,"Crushes and love is not wrong.It is just a feeling.It's a part of life!!" Why do you let that 'feeling' get over the whole of your life. God hates His children having lust towards the opposite sex because it is a waste of time and He already has a better one prepared for you in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't waste your time watching too much TV, don't eat ice creams.......blah blah blah", our parents always irritate us with these words. But if we obey them blindly, we won't have any problems in future. It is for our own good they say such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, what God says might be too impractical. But it is for our own good because he can see our future and we can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all my friends ask me,"Who is your boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;This question is SO irritating at times, but I just smile away my anger and for that smile they say I blush. They'll never believe if I say  I don't have a crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this generation, having boyfriends and girlfriends is not wrong. But it has always been detestable to God. So if God doesn't like it, I shouldn't like it. That's it !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not telling this to non-believers 'cause they don't have access to the love of God. They don't understand the need for the sacrifice of Jesus and His desire to make us holy just like Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a Christian teenager who claims to have given his/her life to Jesus needs to make sure that he/she does not give it to anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus paid a heavy price for you. Is He getting back what He paid for?&lt;br /&gt;We claim to be heirs of a great inheritance but that requires that you make your DAD happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've given your heart to God but you don't mind your heart falling in love with somebody else???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is worth your heart except the one who gave Himself for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537842009292207732-2595726971662744785?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/2595726971662744785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=2595726971662744785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/2595726971662744785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/2595726971662744785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2008/09/because-your-heart-matters.html' title='Because your heart matters .....!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SP3-UEXHiiI/AAAAAAAAABI/a-HgnPr7Nas/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537842009292207732.post-6893814660054113955</id><published>2008-09-25T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T08:04:16.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeeee !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/Sh6dhuxCK-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vw3bv8WPbag/s1600-h/monkey.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/Sh6dhuxCK-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vw3bv8WPbag/s320/monkey.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340879410922925026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Debbie here! I'm not a very good blogger, but I'll try my best!&lt;br /&gt;About me???............&lt;br /&gt;Well....I am friendly with everybody...boys or girls whoever it is!! I love western music and dancing.I'm 14 now! Yes, a Teenager......phew!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've got sooo many things to learn, many things to cross. I know I have my Jesus to my rescue. He'll save me from any mess I get into. The only thing I ask Him is that I want to be a testimony in my youth and not to follow the path that the other people in my age get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for myself!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;byeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537842009292207732-6893814660054113955?l=whiteangel1994.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/feeds/6893814660054113955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2537842009292207732&amp;postID=6893814660054113955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/6893814660054113955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537842009292207732/posts/default/6893814660054113955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whiteangel1994.blogspot.com/2008/09/meeeee.html' title='Meeeee !!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/SpAQV-SYcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/oC0GPWZvIjU/S220/1-2246825-7847-t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3dsQxLrVi4/Sh6dhuxCK-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vw3bv8WPbag/s72-c/monkey.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
