<?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-8495094686640859941</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:23:33.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Markee's Turning Point</title><subtitle type='html'>You see Blue but she sees Life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Markeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839895160270340365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51F4Rt4ISLs/SfpEoEeMESI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k1pOivAoeIY/S220/AerandirxResha+testing.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495094686640859941.post-8104215776323322346</id><published>2009-04-30T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:40:46.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Believing.. For me, is very powerful. You can't do anything without believing. Some people doesn't really know what "believing" means. But for me, believing is one thing I can't live without. I've been through life's ups and downs, but I believed that I can make it through, not by myself but with the help of the one and only God. One of the happiest day of my life is when I came across with a girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;5 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.. whom I met in a virtual world.. a world where only few people know of. A world where people all around the world can meet.. a world where my love story began. One day, in our virtual world, I saw a girl.. sitting in the corner, watching people kill each other..  I went in and said "Hi" , she replied.. I met her, a girl named Angel in game.. which I never thought to be my "kababayan", and I guess it can't be helped, we fell in love... the sad thing is, even though we're "kababayan" she's 8 hours away from me.. and the only way for us to talk is thru Friendster.. for 11 months, we've endured that.. without seeing each other, without hearing each other's voices.. it's tough.. and then it came, we broke up.. I never knew what's the real reason about us breaking up.. but I respect her decision, we broke up.. And then I began to rebel... not sure why, but I felt that there's no one else in this world that can love me or WILL love me for that matter.. I went all-out... got into trouble a lotta times.. argued a lot with my parents.. then a year has passed, I finally moved on.. and decided to straighten my life.. I became closer to God, dedicated my life to serve God. said my sorries.. and learned to forgive and forget.. and just decided to "look" for another girl, but the feeling still remains.. I really can't tell myself why.. I've met some girls that could make me happy, but still, I'm looking, longing for that someone.. that's the someone I fell in love with in our "Virtual world" .. Still, I wait... every now and then, when she's online, I kept on reading her status message.. kept on sitting, waiting, wishing.. BELIEVING that someday, somehow.. she'll notice me. After 2-3 years.. I saw her online.. on that boring day.. I PMed her.. said "Hi" .. Then it all began.. said what's on my mind.. I never thought she'd listen.. and accept me.. again.. and now, we're back.. together.. I never thought a girl like her, would love a guy like me.. Thank you, Waifu.. for everything. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495094686640859941-8104215776323322346?l=markmeizter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/feeds/8104215776323322346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495094686640859941&amp;postID=8104215776323322346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/8104215776323322346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/8104215776323322346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/2009/04/believe.html' title='Believe.'/><author><name>Markeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839895160270340365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51F4Rt4ISLs/SfpEoEeMESI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k1pOivAoeIY/S220/AerandirxResha+testing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495094686640859941.post-7319547200686477788</id><published>2008-04-22T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T04:23:02.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word for you, today.</title><content type='html'>‘…KEEP AWAY FROM ANYTHING THAT MIGHT TAKE GOD’S PLACE…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 JOHN 5:21 NLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some pretty extreme stories in the Old Testament that leave us scratching our head and thinking, ‘What..?’ Like when the Israelites started putting down the food God miraculously provided. ‘Then the LORD sent venomous snakes among them; they bit the people and many Israelites died’ (Numbers 21:6 NIV). Heavy scenes! Not surprisingly, the people repented and begged God to remove the snakes. Then something weirder happened - God told Moses to make a bronze snake sculpture, and said whoever looked at it would be healed - and they were. It was a bizarre sequence of events. But there’s more… For centuries the people preserved, protected and polished this bronze snake, dragging it with them everywhere, until they ended up worshipping it. Something that had once been an answer to prayer became an idol. The Bible describes how eventually a King called Hezekiah ‘…broke into pieces the bronze snake Moses had made, for…the Israelites had been burning incense to it…’ (2 Kings 18:4 NIV).&lt;br /&gt;Think it can’t happen? John says, ‘…keep away from anything that might take God’s place in your hearts.’ Anything or anybody can become an idol; your football team, your favorite band, your fashionable wardrobe, your fancy new mobile… Don’t get the wrong idea; there’s nothing wrong with enjoying all this stuff. It’s only when wrong stuff begins to take God’s place!&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, ‘Your heart will always be where your treasure is’ (Luke 12:34 CEV). Jesus deserves ‘…first place in everything’ (Colossians 1:18 NAS) – without exception. When He’s truly at the centre of your life everything else is just icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Cor 15- 16, Matt 1:1-17, Ps 103:13- 22, Pr 10: 14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495094686640859941-7319547200686477788?l=markmeizter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/feeds/7319547200686477788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495094686640859941&amp;postID=7319547200686477788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/7319547200686477788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/7319547200686477788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/2008/04/word-for-you-today.html' title='Word for you, today.'/><author><name>Markeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839895160270340365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51F4Rt4ISLs/SfpEoEeMESI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k1pOivAoeIY/S220/AerandirxResha+testing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495094686640859941.post-5979843980786599671</id><published>2008-03-11T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:22:45.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saviour King</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;And now the weak say I have strength&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By the spirit of power that raised Christ from the dead&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And now the poor stand and confess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That my portion is Him and I'm more than blessed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let now our hearts burn with a flame&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A fire consuming all for Your Son's holy name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And with the heavens we declare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are our King&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We love You Lord, we worship You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are our God, You alone are good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let now Your church shine as the bride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That You saw in your heart as You offered up Your life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let now the lost be welcomed home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By the saved and redeemed those adopted as Your own&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You asked your Son to carry this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The heavy cross our weight of sin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love You Lord, I worship You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope which was lost, now stands renewed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I give my life to honor this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The love of Christ, the Savior King.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495094686640859941-5979843980786599671?l=markmeizter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/feeds/5979843980786599671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495094686640859941&amp;postID=5979843980786599671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/5979843980786599671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/5979843980786599671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/2008/03/saviour-king.html' title='Saviour King'/><author><name>Markeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839895160270340365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51F4Rt4ISLs/SfpEoEeMESI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k1pOivAoeIY/S220/AerandirxResha+testing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495094686640859941.post-5083552204121062451</id><published>2008-02-14T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:06:04.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People get ready, Jesus is coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord Im ready now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im waiting for Your triumphant return &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youre coming so soon This world has nothing for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find my peace and joy solely in You Only in You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want the world to see that Youre alive and living well in me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me be a part of the harvest For the days are few &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hes coming soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There will be a day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we will be divided right and left &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those who know Him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And those who do not know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those who know Him well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will meet Him in the air &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hallelujah God is with us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those who do not know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They will hear "Depart, I knew you not" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For my friends you see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There will be a day when well be counted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So know Him well, know Him well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People get ready Jesus is comin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon well be going home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People get ready Jesus is coming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To take from the world His own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495094686640859941-5083552204121062451?l=markmeizter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/feeds/5083552204121062451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495094686640859941&amp;postID=5083552204121062451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/5083552204121062451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/5083552204121062451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/2008/02/people-get-ready-jesus-is-coming.html' title='People get ready, Jesus is coming!'/><author><name>Markeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839895160270340365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51F4Rt4ISLs/SfpEoEeMESI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k1pOivAoeIY/S220/AerandirxResha+testing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495094686640859941.post-1937021907209663933</id><published>2008-02-10T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:36:03.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news to all!</title><content type='html'>Good news, but with a fair warning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This parable stirkes the necessary balance. It's true that the door is open to all.. but when they come they must bring a life which seeks to fit the love which has been given to them. Grace is not only a gift it is a grave responsibility. A man cannot go on living the life he lived before he met Jesus Christ. he must be clothed in a new purity and a new holiness and a new goodness. The door is open, but the door is no open for the sinner to come and remain a sinner, but for the sinner to come and become a saint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495094686640859941-1937021907209663933?l=markmeizter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/feeds/1937021907209663933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495094686640859941&amp;postID=1937021907209663933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/1937021907209663933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/1937021907209663933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-news-to-all.html' title='Good news to all!'/><author><name>Markeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839895160270340365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51F4Rt4ISLs/SfpEoEeMESI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k1pOivAoeIY/S220/AerandirxResha+testing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495094686640859941.post-1371125432119861370</id><published>2008-02-08T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T01:00:38.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Savior, My God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not skilled to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What God has willed what God has planned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only know at His right hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stands one who is my Savior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I take Him at His word and deed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ died to save me this I read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in my heart I find a need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of Him to be my Savior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That He would leave His place on high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And come for sinful man to die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You count it strange so once did I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I knew my Savior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes living dying let me bring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My strength, my solace from this spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That He who lives to be my king&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once died to be my Savior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Savior loves my Savior lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Savior's always there for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My God He was, my God He is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My God He's always gonna be... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495094686640859941-1371125432119861370?l=markmeizter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/feeds/1371125432119861370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495094686640859941&amp;postID=1371125432119861370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/1371125432119861370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/1371125432119861370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-savior-my-god.html' title='My Savior, My God'/><author><name>Markeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839895160270340365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51F4Rt4ISLs/SfpEoEeMESI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k1pOivAoeIY/S220/AerandirxResha+testing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495094686640859941.post-4869105728252597593</id><published>2007-12-24T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T19:55:59.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason For The Season</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's December.. my favorite month of the year. What is it in this "December" and what's so special about it? Oh I know.. because it's Christmas!! but some people really don't know what's in this "Christmas" .. well, for those who don't know "Christmas" . . . I'll share a bit.. =)&lt;br /&gt;In John 3:16, stated the gratest promise God had ever made.. and since that day, I thank God for Jesus Christ.. If it wasn't for Him, I wouldn't be writing this one now..  I could've died from my sins. I just wanna share how happy I am meeting Jesus... I'm thanking Him everyday, every minute, every second of my life..&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're not that rich here on earth.. But I'm 10000000% sure... great is my reward when the time comes.. ^___^. Being a Christian simply doesn't rely on believing that there's a God.. it's the FAITH that you believed that He created you, He designed you.. YOU'RE NO ACCIDENT--GOD MADE YOU AND HE LOVES YOU! It's not about religion too, it's about a RELATIONSHIP! Ever cried out into the void and waited for something or someone to help make sense of it all? A lot of people have but didn't find much of anything except silence. The void won't give us answers, but there is Someone who can fill your every need, bring hope to desperation and give purpose to your life. That Someone is God. He's been wanting a relationship with you since before you were born. Now that's love! There are plenty of skeptics out there who will come up with excuse after excuse of why they won't give God a chance. But if you've never had a real encounter with the compassionate, powerful, loving Creator of the universe, what's to lose except hope, purpose and knowing what happens after this life? This will be the most important relationship you ever start... So how do you have a relationship with God? The idea of that might seem impossible. But it is possible with God's Son, Jesus. You've probably heard of Jesus before. Maybe you've thought of Him as a religious teacher or a really good man who lived a long time ago. he is all of those things, but He's also the son of God. It's important that you know Him. Your whole eternity depends on it. But how do you meet Jesus? And you might be wondering "Would He even want to meet me?" Well, the answer is yes. Jesus does want to know you--personally. He wants to be your friend, savior, mentor and constant companion. But Jesus won't force Himself into your life. Instead, He's waiting for you to invite Him in. Jesus wants a relationship with you. but He's not going to force it. The decision is up to you. You can accept what Jesus has done for you, or you can reject it. You can put your trust in Jesus, or you can trust some other plan. You can meet Jesus, or turn away. There is a day coming when time shall come to and end and all people who don't know Jesus will stand before God in judgment. If you don't accept Jesus, you will stand alone before God. You'll have to bear the consequences, which the Bible tells us involves eternity in hell, forever separated from God. (See Revelation 20:11-12). You may think that you're not ready to make a decision about Jesus, or that it's no big deal and you can choose later. But not choosing is the same as rejecting. So before you put off deciding, take some time to really think about it. But when you do accept Jesus, it's a different story. Jesus is sitting by God's side right now as your representative, sticking up for you because you know Him. You won't have to bear the consequences of your sin because Jesus already has. One day you will be welcomed into heaven and spend eternity with God. (See Romans 8:33-34).... Christmas.... It's Jesus' birth.. it's OUR savior's birth! the Reason for the season!! I hope you enjoyed reading... Merry Christmas to all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495094686640859941-4869105728252597593?l=markmeizter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/feeds/4869105728252597593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495094686640859941&amp;postID=4869105728252597593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/4869105728252597593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/4869105728252597593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/2007/12/reason-for-season.html' title='The Reason For The Season'/><author><name>Markeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839895160270340365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51F4Rt4ISLs/SfpEoEeMESI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k1pOivAoeIY/S220/AerandirxResha+testing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495094686640859941.post-4858086829242131166</id><published>2007-09-29T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T02:08:58.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care</title><content type='html'>Sa lahat ng backstabbers diyan, kung mang backstab man lang mo, siguraduha na wala kabalo inyung gi backstab.. kay lain para sa akong part, might as well tell me nlng diretso, di man ko masuko, wa man koy labot unsa inyu isipon para sa ako, tinuod man or dili, I don't care. Tell me "Huy mak, Yadi yada yada" , Kay ngano? Do you expect me to care what I look to you??.. There's only ONE who I wanted to make happy, and that's God. You don't have the right to judge me.. Think you're so great?.. well think again.. Kaila tamo, gusto ninyo isa isahon nako ingon inyo mga pangalan, para atleast "you'll feel great"??.. dugay ra ko kabalo, hilom hilom lang ko para ingnon wala ko kabalo and then I would know kung cnu cnu ung mga taong so-called "backstabber" I'm glad na wala jud ko naga sabay sa inyo, I would never wanna be with people who stab someone's back while you're not looking, dli mo pwede tawagong "amigo"... last messages ko lang.. "I don't care what you say about me, it's alright, I don't care what you think about me, it's alright... dagko ra kaayo mo ug ULO para sa inyong UTOK" I'm not angry and no I'm not upset It's taken me a while, but this is what I learned: Emotional attatchment is really not a threat when I am simply not concerned.. Sorry nalang, I didn't turn out what you expected me to be.. and by you i mean kayo lahat na natatamaan dito.. ma pa lalake, babae, I don't care who you are.. and I know who you are.. Think you're so great, huh?.. dito lang yan.. di yan magtatagal.. sulitin nyo nalang pagiging "GREAT" nyo... pagiging "MAGALING" nyo.. Now, is there anything else I can do to make you guys laugh?.. come one, don't be shy.. don't you want some one to laugh at? laugh while you can, laugh while I'm here... ^_^ God bless sa lahat, peace ... out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495094686640859941-4858086829242131166?l=markmeizter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/feeds/4858086829242131166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495094686640859941&amp;postID=4858086829242131166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/4858086829242131166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/4858086829242131166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-care.html' title='I don&apos;t care'/><author><name>Markeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839895160270340365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51F4Rt4ISLs/SfpEoEeMESI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k1pOivAoeIY/S220/AerandirxResha+testing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495094686640859941.post-2229193361455941049</id><published>2007-08-23T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:55:06.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accept</title><content type='html'>When you love, learn to accept... learn to let go.&lt;br /&gt;I know, letting go is the hardest part in that so-called "love". But if that's the best, you've got no choice, it's a sacrifice that real men do. Now I'm putting my foot down, it's like giving my own two eyes to someone who's blind enough not to see the beauty I wanted to share with her. As what have my friend, Liezl said "I pity her, di na nya ulet mafe-feel pagmamahal mo Mak, she never gave it a chance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless ya'll~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495094686640859941-2229193361455941049?l=markmeizter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/feeds/2229193361455941049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495094686640859941&amp;postID=2229193361455941049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/2229193361455941049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/2229193361455941049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/2007/08/accept.html' title='Accept'/><author><name>Markeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839895160270340365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51F4Rt4ISLs/SfpEoEeMESI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k1pOivAoeIY/S220/AerandirxResha+testing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495094686640859941.post-1338668115068895466</id><published>2007-07-12T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:10:45.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your words to me just a whisper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your face is so unclear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I try to pay attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your words just disappear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I speak to you in riddles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause my words get in my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I smoke the whole thing to my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And feel it wash away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I can't take anymore of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna come apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or dig myself a little hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside your precious heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am nothing more than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little boy inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That cries out for attention,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet I always try to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I talk to you like children,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though I don't know how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I know I'll do the right thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If the right thing is revealed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's always raining in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget all the things I should have said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495094686640859941-1338668115068895466?l=markmeizter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/feeds/1338668115068895466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495094686640859941&amp;postID=1338668115068895466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/1338668115068895466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/1338668115068895466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/2007/07/tired.html' title='Tired ....'/><author><name>Markeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839895160270340365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51F4Rt4ISLs/SfpEoEeMESI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k1pOivAoeIY/S220/AerandirxResha+testing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495094686640859941.post-1743693203954830138</id><published>2007-06-30T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T17:05:09.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you get the plague from loving someone too much?</title><content type='html'>Nothing lasts forever, Nobody waits forever.. have you ever noticed? As I wave goodbye, another cycle starts.. Letting go was hard.. In my life's ups &amp; downs she was my highest.. she too is my lowest.. I just discovered that placing your faith and trust in yourself, others, material things, your job or anything else will lead to disappointment.. I trusted myself too much, I admit I went a bit astray.. all of us go through difficult times in our lives, and like a ship in a storm, we need help to remain steady, A ship has an anchor to help it hold steady.. Now I'm trying to lower that anchor.. I love her.. But God's will be done.. I took the risk knowing how things would end up.. It was a long fight.. I was proud of myself.. that somehow in my life.. I loved someone this much.. Now it seems that I don't want to fall in love again, I'm not brave enough to take what chances I may have.. My heart cries out like a siren in the silent night.. waking everyone up.. I can remember a time in my life years ago when I had a negative, hopeless atittude. My whole philosophy was that if I didn't hope for anything good, then I wouldn't be dissappointed when it didn't happen. I had been hurt, and I thought that I could protect myself from more pain by thinking that way.. Finding a way out of here is harder than I thought..so is coming back.. I really don't know what to do.. I've tried everything just to forget her.. I reverie, I just can't find my old me.. I wanna scream.. My world is now sinking with thoughts of you.. I can't even stop crying.. It's like I'm running a 100 miles an hour in the wrong direction.. My world is closing in.. on the inside, but I'm not showing it.. when all I am is crying out I hold it in and fake a smile.. still I'm broken.. I may look HAPPY on the outside.. but if you felt how I felt on the inside then you'd understand.. Is there anyone that fails like I do? Is there anyone that falls? am I the only one who feels this way? Cause when I take a look around, everybody seems so strong.. I know they'll soon discover that I don't belong here.. So I took it all away like everything's okay.. if I make them all believe it maybe I'll believe it too.. I'll play the part again so everyone will see me the way that I see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495094686640859941-1743693203954830138?l=markmeizter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/feeds/1743693203954830138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495094686640859941&amp;postID=1743693203954830138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/1743693203954830138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/1743693203954830138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/2007/06/can-you-get-plague-from-loving-someone.html' title='Can you get the plague from loving someone too much?'/><author><name>Markeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839895160270340365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51F4Rt4ISLs/SfpEoEeMESI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k1pOivAoeIY/S220/AerandirxResha+testing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495094686640859941.post-2610468683812634177</id><published>2007-06-16T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:07:30.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hardest turn in my life.</title><content type='html'>Here I am.. caught in one of those so-called "crossroads" now I'm confused what road to pick.. and I know both of them wouldn't be easy.. Sometimes I wish I could turn back time.. then go for the gold... But I know one thing for sure.. &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; will help me.. &lt;strong&gt;Lord&lt;/strong&gt;, Kaw na po bahala :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freedomain.co.nr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v669/sephiroth2483/anima.gif" width="88" height="31" border="0" alt="Free Domain Name - www.YOU.co.nr" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495094686640859941-2610468683812634177?l=markmeizter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/feeds/2610468683812634177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495094686640859941&amp;postID=2610468683812634177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/2610468683812634177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/2610468683812634177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/2007/06/hardest-turn-of-my-life.html' title='The hardest turn in my life.'/><author><name>Markeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839895160270340365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51F4Rt4ISLs/SfpEoEeMESI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k1pOivAoeIY/S220/AerandirxResha+testing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495094686640859941.post-4418183174365906528</id><published>2007-06-15T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:26:12.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My old time romantic-comedy fave movie.</title><content type='html'>10 rules to follow from Gyeon-Woo of "My Sassy Girl" a 2001 South Korean romantic comedy film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ask her to be feminine&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't let her drink over three glasses... She'll beat someone.&lt;br /&gt;3. At a cafe, drink coffee instead of coke or juice.&lt;br /&gt;4. If she hits you act like it hurts. If it hurts act like it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;5. On your 100th day together give her a rose during your class, she'll like it alot.&lt;br /&gt;6. Make sure you learn fencing and squash.&lt;br /&gt;7. Also, be prepared to go to prison sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;8. If she says she'll kill you don't take it lightly, You'll feel better.&lt;br /&gt;9. If her feet hurts, exchange shoes with her.&lt;br /&gt;10. Finally, she likes to right.... Encourage her..&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/8495094686640859941-4418183174365906528?l=markmeizter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/feeds/4418183174365906528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495094686640859941&amp;postID=4418183174365906528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/4418183174365906528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/4418183174365906528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-old-time-romantic-comedy-fave-movie.html' title='My old time romantic-comedy fave movie.'/><author><name>Markeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839895160270340365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51F4Rt4ISLs/SfpEoEeMESI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k1pOivAoeIY/S220/AerandirxResha+testing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495094686640859941.post-6336544305357711654</id><published>2007-06-15T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:13:43.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If? ( Inspired by the song Amazed by Desperation band)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What if we put the needs of others before ourselves?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What if all our decisions were made by asking "How will this help someone else?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What if we all work together?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What if we acted out of love for each other? Or for people we didn't even know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What if we could change the city? What would that look like?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What if it was possible?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What if we put all our selfishness aside?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What if we applied our sense of entitlement to those around us?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What if the Kingdom was alive and well right here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Will work for no other reason than to help you"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord I'm amazed by You... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495094686640859941-6336544305357711654?l=markmeizter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/feeds/6336544305357711654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495094686640859941&amp;postID=6336544305357711654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/6336544305357711654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/6336544305357711654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-if-inspired-by-song-amazed-by.html' title='What If? ( Inspired by the song Amazed by Desperation band)'/><author><name>Markeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839895160270340365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51F4Rt4ISLs/SfpEoEeMESI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k1pOivAoeIY/S220/AerandirxResha+testing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495094686640859941.post-6136262178004745910</id><published>2007-06-15T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:12:33.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song, for the broken-hearted people of BoyzTrek.</title><content type='html'>This may be the last thing that I write for long&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me smiling when I sing this song, for you, and only you&lt;br /&gt;As I leave will you be someone to say good-bye?&lt;br /&gt;As I leave will you be someone to wipe your eye?&lt;br /&gt;My foot is out the door, and you can't stop me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted the best, it wasn't me&lt;br /&gt;Will you give it back, and I'll take the lead&lt;br /&gt;When there's no more room to make it grow&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you again, you'll pretend you're naive&lt;br /&gt;Is this what you wantIs this what you need&lt;br /&gt;How you end up let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go, remember all the simple things you know,&lt;br /&gt;My mind is just a crutch and I still hope&lt;br /&gt;That you will miss me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;This is the last song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hearts start breaking as the year is gone&lt;br /&gt;The dream's beginning and the time rolls on&lt;br /&gt;It seems so surreal, now I sing it.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I knew that it would be this way,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I knew that it would slowly fade.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am gone, just try and stop me, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted the best, but it wasn't me&lt;br /&gt;Will you give it back, now i'll take the lead&lt;br /&gt;When there's no more room to make it grow&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you again, you'll pretend you're naive&lt;br /&gt;Is this what you wantIs this what you need&lt;br /&gt;How you end up let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go, remember all the simple things you know,&lt;br /&gt;My mind is just a crutch and I still hope&lt;br /&gt;That you will miss me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;This is the last song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you need me now ?&lt;br /&gt;You'll find a way somehow&lt;br /&gt;You want it tooI want it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go, remember all the simple things you know,&lt;br /&gt;My mind is just a crutch and I still hope&lt;br /&gt;That you will miss me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;This is the last song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go, remember all the simple things you know,&lt;br /&gt;My mind is just a crutch and I still hope&lt;br /&gt;That you will miss me when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;This is the last song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495094686640859941-6136262178004745910?l=markmeizter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/feeds/6136262178004745910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495094686640859941&amp;postID=6136262178004745910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/6136262178004745910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495094686640859941/posts/default/6136262178004745910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmeizter.blogspot.com/2007/06/song-for-broken-hearted-people-of.html' title='A song, for the broken-hearted people of BoyzTrek.'/><author><name>Markeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13839895160270340365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_51F4Rt4ISLs/SfpEoEeMESI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k1pOivAoeIY/S220/AerandirxResha+testing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
