<?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-3457272</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:58:15.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"to all those lost souls who have forgotten to believe in the immensity of love"</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;S&lt;/i&gt;omewhere 
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&lt;i&gt;Q&lt;/i&gt;uiet</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-8195687133776158901</id><published>2009-11-09T15:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:46:51.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Timothy Kellar writes, "In every case where Jesus meets a religious person and a sexual outcast (luke 7), a religious person and a racial outcast (john 3-4) or a religious person and a political outcast (luke 19),  the outcast is the one who connects with Jesus and the religious one does not....  Jesus's teachings consistently attracted the irreligous while offending the bible-believing, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=8195687133776158901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/8195687133776158901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/8195687133776158901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2009/11/timothy-kellar-writes-every-case-where.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-8479818755095302656</id><published>2009-08-05T20:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:20:51.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I believe in all that has never yet been spoken. I want to free what waits within meso that what no one has dared to wish formay for once spring clearwithout my contriving. If this is arrogant, God, forgive me, but this is what I need to say. May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children. Then in these swelling and ebbing currents, these </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=8479818755095302656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/8479818755095302656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/8479818755095302656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-believe-in-all-that-has-never-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f05x0wTFczQ/Snohd4Toy8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/EOpRrygXbjE/s72-c/IMG_2006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-4181552370872129471</id><published>2009-05-28T21:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:46:24.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'm not telling you to make the world better, because I don't think that progress is necessarily part of the package.  I'm telling you to live in it.  Not just endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it.  To look at it.  To try to get the picture.  To live recklessly.  To take chances.  To make your own work and take pride in it.  To seize the moment.  And </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=4181552370872129471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/4181552370872129471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/4181552370872129471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-telling-you-to-make-world-better.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-16633188694291418</id><published>2009-03-22T02:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:05:37.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mercy versus JusticeYour walking through the woods, and come upon a river.  Suddenly you see someone trying to swim out of the river... you go and rescue them... another person comes by and you again rescue them.... more people are coming and you rescue them... this is mercy.   Justice follows the river and finds out who is throwing these people in the river.  What does social justice mean or are</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=16633188694291418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/16633188694291418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/16633188694291418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2009/03/mercy-versus-justice-your-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-543681261795460709</id><published>2009-01-10T02:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:21:52.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ThankfulAs i head into 2009, back at school after a 8 month hiatus, i must say i am thankful.  At the beginning of 2008 i went into a situation of uncertainty and despair about school, relationships and myself.  I was complaining a lot about 2007 stuff and focused on how a lot of things fell apart that year.  I'm not saying 2008 has been all rosey either, there were trials and failures, car </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=543681261795460709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/543681261795460709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/543681261795460709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2009/01/thankful-as-i-head-into-2009-back-at.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-7508668317012204463</id><published>2008-11-15T14:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:49:59.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To One Who's Heart Broke (Destiny)  - written oct.1there's something about how the heart view's words,that make you see the sights understood by birds,where letters put together in iambic time,    or words sought out together rhyme.where hearts break, after joy comes sorrow, and tears dawn makes of hope tomorrow.where the folly of man's choices, meets fate's strings,and in her voice, we listen as</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=7508668317012204463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/7508668317012204463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/7508668317012204463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-one-who-heart-broke-destiny-written.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-2436354355918733482</id><published>2008-06-15T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:07:00.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Lieverse 1she said hello goodbye to yesterday,she ran away so far she's gone away,can't find the words, she try's, she's looking for.it's left behind, too far, her heart on the floor...  prechoruscry yourself to sleep, tommorw you'll have it beatwish for dreams to keep you standing on your feet...chorusi don't wanna say goodbyebut everytime i say i cry  so much of my heart we triedbut anymore i</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=2436354355918733482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/2436354355918733482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/2436354355918733482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-lie-verse-1-she-said-hello-goodbye-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-5888881722324013630</id><published>2008-04-21T02:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T02:08:45.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gathering ThoughtsI don't know where my life has gotten to.  I don't know sometimes how i make it through a day.  I question my own abilities and I question my own abilities and my own choices i've made the last few years.  I don't doubt my calling, I doubt whether or not I am doing enough to follow it.  I know there are times i struggle with it, and maybe all the difficulties the last few years </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=5888881722324013630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/5888881722324013630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/5888881722324013630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2008/04/gathering-thoughts-i-don-know-where-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-6552981513304165782</id><published>2008-04-10T13:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:55:36.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Heart Revolution"And this is what will decide whether we're a part of generation of hype and good intentions - who sung the songs and talked about making a difference but with little action.. Or whether we can truly say we were a part of global revolution.. A movement of passionate people who laid down our own personal agendas for the good of others and the cause of Christ.." - Joel HoustonWe </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=6552981513304165782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/6552981513304165782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/6552981513304165782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-heart-revolution-this-is-what-will.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-1865683603996949589</id><published>2007-10-02T02:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T02:48:23.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just A ThoughtI was asked this week about whether i knew if someone was going to church.  It struck me that this question is asked so often.  I responded by saying that the person now attends bedside baptist, which is true.. (oh bedside baptist i so enjoy your worship services).  Seriously though when the person understood what i meant (and it did take awhile -- for those who haven't caught on </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=1865683603996949589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/1865683603996949589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/1865683603996949589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-thought-i-was-asked-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-4845918712764360508</id><published>2007-08-01T12:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T12:07:14.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forgetting...I was having this conversation with a friend the other day.  She was a little disturbed about certain things of the occult and wondered how the devil could demonstrate his power in such a way with things like ouija boards.  And how come God chooses not to.  Well it got me thinking a bit...  how does satan really demonstrate his power?  satan decides to spell out an answer one letter </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=4845918712764360508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/4845918712764360508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/4845918712764360508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2007/08/forgetting.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-6327801581825955703</id><published>2007-07-16T18:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T18:55:39.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The World Spins Madly On              We talk and preach about the dangers of busyness… and for the most part we strive to allow ourselves time to invest in the pursuit of things outside the work life.  Yet even in doing things within the church, we get caught up in the programs.  I'm not saying that these are not good things to pursue… they are… but what is most important in building a church?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=6327801581825955703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/6327801581825955703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/6327801581825955703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2007/07/world-spins-madly-on-we-talk-and-preach.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-118551121813416545</id><published>2007-07-10T11:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T11:55:37.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After the StormI guess getting out what ur feeling (despite not knowing if anyone will ever read what you write), helps get through the storm....  i woke up this morning and felt actually ok.  God is good.  I went for a walk and it was peaceful... i know i've been a little more withdrawn, cranky, awkward to talk to lately because my mind isn't present where i am... so thanks for people for baring</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=118551121813416545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/118551121813416545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/118551121813416545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2007/07/after-storm-i-guess-getting-out-what-ur.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-6808729622228137541</id><published>2007-07-10T01:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T01:54:58.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Loneliness"Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown" (King Henry IV, Part II, act 3, scene 1, line 31)Being in leadership and called to full time ministry, i knew often that the idea of loneliness that pastors and others in full time ministry feel is great.  I just never expected it to be as great as it is, until it's experienced.  You'd think that despite being around people a lot, and having a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=6808729622228137541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/6808729622228137541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/6808729622228137541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2007/07/loneliness-uneasy-lies-head-that-wears.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-1597698907154242191</id><published>2007-05-29T09:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T09:32:31.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNFuEngQCWAdavid crowders new video its pretty good..</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=1597698907154242191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/1597698907154242191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/1597698907154242191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2007/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-4143936212216692002</id><published>2007-05-18T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:31:08.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Element Is AirYou dislike conflict, and you've been able to rise above the angst of the world.And when things don't go your way, you know they'll blow over quickly.Easygoing, you tend to find joy from the simple things in life.You roll with the punches, and as a result, your life is light and cheerful.You find it easy to adapt to most situations, and you're an open person.With you, what you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=4143936212216692002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/4143936212216692002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/4143936212216692002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2007/05/your-element-is-air-you-dislike.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-8123152836312414854</id><published>2007-05-17T09:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T09:32:45.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You *MIGHT* Survive an Animal Attack!If you were attacked by a Kangaroo ... you would win, but would also need to go to the hospital.'Would You Survive an Animal Attack?' at QuizGalaxy.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=8123152836312414854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/8123152836312414854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/8123152836312414854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-might-survive-animal-attack-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-1154975430775097671</id><published>2007-04-10T21:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:54:14.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good old canadian news reporting....http://www.tsn.ca/nhl/news_story/?ID=203646&amp;hubname=nhlbtw i also believe maggie works as CEO of the weathere network.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=1154975430775097671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/1154975430775097671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/1154975430775097671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-old-canadian-news-reporting.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-526719051400115592</id><published>2007-04-07T23:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:17:14.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spiritually this has been the roughest year of my life.  the dark night of my soul has hung over me for months now.  i'm tired.  i'm ready to quit.  i'm at this point where i don't know a thing anymore.  and i'm asked to keep pressing on and keep moving forward.  but i'm not even walking anymore.  i'm on belly crawling.  i can hardly breathe.  i'm crying out ... but there's nothing.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=526719051400115592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/526719051400115592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/526719051400115592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2007/04/spiritually-this-has-been-roughest-year.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-5047267555867750609</id><published>2007-04-06T11:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T11:51:43.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another worth posting...http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/04/04/martin.jesus/index.html </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=5047267555867750609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/5047267555867750609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/5047267555867750609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-worth-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-525692689187057872</id><published>2007-04-04T18:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:56:25.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>worth the post.....http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/04/03/collins.commentary/index.html </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=525692689187057872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/525692689187057872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/525692689187057872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2007/04/worth-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-116849496304252696</id><published>2007-01-11T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:56:03.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FaithIt's been on my mind and it's been on my heart.  It's easy in the good times to have faith in God, it's wonderful, when everything you could dream of is going your way, we praise, we solemn devote our hearts, our lives to Him and vow never to turn away or doubt.  These last months have been teaching me a lot about faith, deconstructing my perception, my heart and my every inkling of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=116849496304252696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/116849496304252696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/116849496304252696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2007/01/faithit-in-jesus-given-to-us-by-father.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-116063288759314829</id><published>2006-10-12T02:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T02:01:27.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Desert StoriesNot totally what i expected to write after thanksgiving.  The weekend was amazing.  It was a time where i left the desert and it felt like i returned to civilization, to somewhere which felt like home.  During this time i got a taste of how much i've grown after a month.  I think i am understanding things a lot clearer, learning about love, compassion, joy, humility, serving.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=116063288759314829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/116063288759314829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/116063288759314829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/10/desert-storiesnot-totally-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115994622708741847</id><published>2006-10-04T03:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T03:17:07.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Up for 24+hours. 18 page assignment submitted in with 11 minutes to spare.  8hours straight of class, followed by 7 hours straight of working on said assignment. Wired. I can't sleep...but God is good. Can't wait for the weekend. Happy Thanksgiving.  Can't wait to see you baby, it's been a long 6 weeks.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115994622708741847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115994622708741847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115994622708741847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/10/up-for-24hours.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115889271184857126</id><published>2006-09-21T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:38:31.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>where i sleep..rachel's taking a nap </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115889271184857126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115889271184857126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115889271184857126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/09/where-i-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115889265794353947</id><published>2006-09-21T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:37:37.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>where i study... and book shelves... </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115889265794353947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115889265794353947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115889265794353947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/09/where-i-study.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115889254416390320</id><published>2006-09-21T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:35:44.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>where i read.. whwere i sleep... </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115889254416390320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115889254416390320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115889254416390320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/09/where-i-read.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115869944717164374</id><published>2006-09-19T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:57:27.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MannaSo last night i was telling terence i'd go buy some bread after school, since i ran out....Well i walk into the 7th floor this morning after my hebrew class, this is where all the CTS students go to study..and it's just surrounded by bread. Well the bread was free... yup.. boxes say 10 boxes of bread and buns free to take.  As i just told terence i scored free bread... he used the word manna</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115869944717164374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115869944717164374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115869944717164374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/09/mannaso-last-night-i-was-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115861494730540516</id><published>2006-09-18T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T17:29:07.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Epic Dinners, ok so my dinners are pretty good... this was not hard to make at all... lets face it terrence and i are unsigned talented, we should be cooks. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115861494730540516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115861494730540516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115861494730540516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/09/epic-dinners-ok-so-my-dinners-are.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115861488496451251</id><published>2006-09-18T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T17:28:04.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cooking with Aaron.. it's fish.. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115861488496451251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115861488496451251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115861488496451251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/09/cooking-with-aaron.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115861484585809458</id><published>2006-09-18T17:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T17:27:25.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cooking Place </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115861484585809458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115861484585809458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115861484585809458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/09/cooking-place.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115861482783847965</id><published>2006-09-18T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T17:27:07.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chilling Space </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115861482783847965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115861482783847965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115861482783847965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/09/chilling-space.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115861480152081222</id><published>2006-09-18T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T17:26:41.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eating Space </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115861480152081222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115861480152081222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115861480152081222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/09/eating-space.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115855571752171471</id><published>2006-09-18T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T01:01:57.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love unfailing, overtaking my heart            You take me inFinding peace again, fear is lost in all You areAnd I would give the world to tell Your story 'Cause I know that You've called me,I know that You've called meI've lost myself for good within Your promise            And I won't hide it, I won't hide itChorus:Jesus I believe in You and I would go To the ends of the earth, to the ends of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115855571752171471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115855571752171471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115855571752171471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-unfailing-overtaking-my-heart-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115766373020142173</id><published>2006-09-07T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:15:30.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i haven't blogged in awhile. it's been crazy. i'm in calgary now, and it's been quite hectic.  school started and i was feeling homesick. the amout of work is incredible though, and i was about to get discouraged when i got an email from one of the youth from OCAC, his words are a timely encouragement and reaffirmation that i'm in the right place.  learning to listen. it's hard, but worth it.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115766373020142173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115766373020142173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115766373020142173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-havent-blogged-in-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115734194372225707</id><published>2006-09-03T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:52:23.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My new digs... thanks TD.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115734194372225707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115734194372225707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115734194372225707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-new-digs.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115734188976772235</id><published>2006-09-03T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:51:29.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just landed in Calgary </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115734188976772235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115734188976772235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115734188976772235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-landed-in-calgary.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115734185271978574</id><published>2006-09-03T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:50:52.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ByeBye Ottawa </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115734185271978574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115734185271978574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115734185271978574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/09/byebye-ottawa.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115686606831349966</id><published>2006-08-29T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T11:41:08.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye Ottawa. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115686606831349966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115686606831349966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115686606831349966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/08/goodbye-ottawa.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115686593720843790</id><published>2006-08-29T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T11:38:57.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations Danny! Three years of hard work.  Be blessed my friend. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115686593720843790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115686593720843790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115686593720843790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/08/congratulations-danny-three-years-of.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115435682148452001</id><published>2006-07-31T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T10:40:21.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think it's starting to settle in.. summers ending soon.. and a new chapter in my life is starting.  kinda crazy to think of all the twists and turns in this journey that i've been going on these past 27 years. i finally looked up, instead at my own feet.  one more month in ottawa, i'll miss -- what these next 3 years in Calgary will hold, is wow. the question now is where is home? i know that </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115435682148452001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115435682148452001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115435682148452001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think-its-starting-to-settle-in.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115389238434848520</id><published>2006-07-24T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:42:48.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fwd:</title><summary type='text'>God is good. i a'int saying my life is perfect... and everything is going perfectly, but the amount of love and grace He's touched in my life the last few days has been incredible. By His grace, i've been able to choose to listen and see the lessons about life through the strom... i guess you just have to look and ask.. God what do you want me to see? I love the beauty that can be found in </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115389238434848520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115389238434848520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115389238434848520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/07/fwd.html' title='Fwd:'/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115319260078032504</id><published>2006-07-17T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T02:08:36.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lightning, we've had some big storms this summer. It was beautiful tonight, it showed God's presence.  I actually caught this on my camera, which was cool.There's been a lot of storms in my life, but through it all i can see God and how He's working, in my life. It's like lightning... you just need to be patient to get the picture. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115319260078032504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115319260078032504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115319260078032504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/07/lightning-weve-had-some-big-storms.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115316679942893155</id><published>2006-07-17T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T00:52:36.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love this song... i love the fact that it's from the perspective of how God thinks about us.  It's God promise to us and how he views each and everyone one of us.  That's why he gave us Jesus... to give us eternal life yah, and restore the relationship between God and man, that he intended and we gave up by sinning in Eden. Kinda cool. God is good. Praise Him. More (Matthew West)Take a look at </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115316679942893155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115316679942893155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115316679942893155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115293553237339763</id><published>2006-07-14T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:52:12.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How I wish I could surrender my soul;Shed the clothes that become my skin;See the liar that burns within my needing.How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.How I wish I had screamed out loud,Instead I've found no meaning. I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.I've heard what they </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115293553237339763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115293553237339763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115293553237339763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-i-wish-i-could-surrender-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115241915117111083</id><published>2006-07-09T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:25:51.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AfricaIs it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter- when you see the naked, clothe him, and not to turn away from you own flesh and blood?  Then your ligh will break forth like the dawn and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.  Then you will call and the Lord </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115241915117111083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115241915117111083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115241915117111083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/07/africais-it-not-to-share-your-food.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115160784586116887</id><published>2006-06-29T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T15:04:05.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "nothing left to lose" - matt kearney   somedays you just feel like giving up.    man today's been a rough day. :P i've been kinda going autopilot the last few days. yesterday was a pretty tough day, it is every year, but i let a lot of things go too. clean slate time. i guess this is what letting goes all about. you'll always have a place in my heart Del, miss ya bro... but you know i'm in good</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115160784586116887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115160784586116887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115160784586116887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115152378771187917</id><published>2006-06-28T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:43:07.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bart Simpson (spelling "Impervious" in a spelling B): I...M...P Nelson: Bart is pee!Ralph Wiggum: I made Bart in my pants!ralph rocks! </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115152378771187917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115152378771187917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115152378771187917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/06/bart-simpson-spelling-in-spelling-b-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115150347057638797</id><published>2006-06-28T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:05:00.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh man. how freaking boring this desk is to work at. there is not much to do but sit here and look pretty, lol.  i can't believe this desk gets paid more than me too. lol.  don't get me wrong, i understand he role and importance of this desk. doesn't change that it's still boring... i am literally doing nothing but smiling at peoples and writing my blog. lol. oh well. i am done.     cool news. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115150347057638797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115150347057638797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115150347057638797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115090576749849547</id><published>2006-06-21T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:02:47.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unbelievable...   this week i'm fasting. a few things..which i'm giving up, include meat, till the 28th.  i'm doing it to get some clarity on some things in my life right now.  well guess what.... it's rib fest on sparks st. right outside my office door.  wow. lol. it's ok though.. it's easy when it's to hear God's voice (right?).. despite the noise.. and smell of ribs..cooking over hickory.  i'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115090576749849547' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115090576749849547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115090576749849547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/06/unbelievable.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115078175660776284</id><published>2006-06-20T01:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T01:35:56.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sushi of the all-u-can eat variety </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115078175660776284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115078175660776284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115078175660776284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/06/sushi-of-all-u-can-eat-variety.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115078172956766535</id><published>2006-06-20T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T01:35:29.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the kings mustache.. and the geek in the pink </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115078172956766535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115078172956766535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115078172956766535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/06/kings-mustache.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115078169859812936</id><published>2006-06-20T01:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T01:34:58.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me, bun girl, the king </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115078169859812936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115078169859812936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115078169859812936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/06/me-bun-girl-king.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115039829951800252</id><published>2006-06-15T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T15:13:11.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I meant it all and every part And every word right from the start I'll never let this love fall in the middle So here's the deal.  I'm looking around and i don't get what the deal is with everything.  From what i see, there's 3 people being hurt here.  I a'int going to play the who's hurting more, who's right, who's wrong.  Fact is everything that we're doing sitting around feeling sorry about </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115039829951800252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115039829951800252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115039829951800252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-meant-it-all-and-every-part-and.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115015924950615923</id><published>2006-06-12T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:40:49.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>baby ryder after a feeding </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115015924950615923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115015924950615923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115015924950615923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/06/baby-ryder-after-feeding.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115013296546935321</id><published>2006-06-12T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:27:13.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOL.  k... um.. thanks Cal for the comment and Geoff too.. sorry for the delete.   I'll clarify the post.  I guess i just pretty much know that i won't be in Ottawa in September.  I have two opportunities already open, one in Singapore (which i have mentioned to some people) and a more recent one in Australia.  It's still up to God to open or close those doors and to still my heart.  As for </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115013296546935321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115013296546935321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115013296546935321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/06/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-115006141604335688</id><published>2006-06-11T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T17:30:18.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "All i had was just a vision, all i had was my ambition, your love without condition kept me swinging when i'm missing.." Bullet - Mat Kearney It's been. A trying month to say the least.  I dunno what to say really.  More and more i'm looking forward to leaving in September.  I know that i haven't been accepted yet to Calgary but i think i'm just going to leave neways at this point.  I could be </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=115006141604335688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115006141604335688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/115006141604335688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/06/bullet-mat-kearney.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114779418846388756</id><published>2006-05-16T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T11:43:08.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Broadway is dark tonight.... " (-Goo Goo Dolls)   drama doesn't have to exist.  but it does.  i guess it's hard sometimes to take peoples words for what they are.  it's funny how sometimes a good thing can be flipped into something it's not, misguided thoughts or even good intentioned.    'For where Love reigns, disturbing JealousyDoth call himself Affection's sentinel;Gives false alarms, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114779418846388756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114779418846388756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114779418846388756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/05/gives-false-alarms-suggesteth.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114758174298275690</id><published>2006-05-14T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:42:23.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening   Whose woods these are I think I know,His house is in the village though.He will not see me stopping here,To watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queer,To stop without a farmhouse near, Between the woods and frozen lake,The darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shake,To ask if there is some mistake.The only other </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114758174298275690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114758174298275690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114758174298275690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/05/stopping-by-woods-on-snowy-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114731897702307716</id><published>2006-05-10T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:42:58.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Favourite Beatles Song...   heard it today, i like the song... so i thought i'd post it up..   I'm looking through you, where did you go I thought I knew you, what did I knowYou don't look different, but you have changed I'm looking through you, you're not the same Your lips are moving, I cannot hear Your voice is soothing, but the words aren't clearYou don't sound different, I've learned the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114731897702307716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114731897702307716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114731897702307716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/05/favourite-beatles-song.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114719693774207886</id><published>2006-05-09T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:48:57.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>T'shuva - (Hebrew word) 'To Return'   I had a conversation over this past month with someone about finding out who they are and where they fit in the universe and i don't know if i really was able to express to them that just as they are is fine.  Struggling to find out who they are and what they can achieve... and i couldn't find the words to say what i believe that Rob Bell put into words "who </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114719693774207886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114719693774207886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114719693774207886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/05/tshuva-hebrew-word-to-return.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114695689972601892</id><published>2006-05-06T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T19:08:19.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Delia and Rachel </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114695689972601892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114695689972601892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114695689972601892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/05/delia-and-rachel.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114615375527785347</id><published>2006-04-27T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:02:35.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...There must be an angel with a smile on her face, When she thought up that I should be with you. But it's time to face the truth, I will never be with you..." Your Beautiful (James Blunt)     I decided today i'm not going to toronto for this weekend.. there's too much to do and so much uncertainty about stuff.  Don't even know where i'm going to be living next week..but to quote Lionel Ritchie</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114615375527785347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114615375527785347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114615375527785347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/04/impulse-buy-possibly.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114609719635008847</id><published>2006-04-26T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:20:00.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I guess that this is where we've come to. If you don't want to, then you don't have to believe me...   Hey, i used to have a little bit of a plan, used to have a concept of where i stand But that concept slipped right outta my hand, Now, i dont really even know who i am Yo, what do i have to say, maybe I should do what i have to do to break free and  Whatever happens to u, we'll see, But it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114609719635008847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114609719635008847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114609719635008847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/04/believe-me-fort-minor.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114597455858065853</id><published>2006-04-25T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:15:58.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's nothing to be afraid of, it's only life   Every song has a coda, a final movement. Whether it fades out or crashes away. Every song ends. Is that any reason not to enjoy the music?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114597455858065853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114597455858065853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114597455858065853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/04/theres-nothing-to-be-afraid-of-its.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114589304256880886</id><published>2006-04-24T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T11:37:22.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  "This is morning... it's when i spend the most time... thinking about what i've given up..." -Mixtape (Jacks Mannequin)   i wish there was ibuprofen for the heart.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114589304256880886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114589304256880886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114589304256880886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-wish-there-was-ibuprofen-for-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114574006850491233</id><published>2006-04-22T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T17:07:48.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...scar tissue that i wish you saw..."  -Scartissue (Red Hot Chilli Peppers)   scar (skär) n. 1. A mark left on the skin after a surface injury or a wound has heald.   tis·sue (tsh ) n. 1. An aggregation of morphoogically similar cells and associated intercellular matter acting together to perfom specific funcions in the body.  There are four basic types of tissue: muscle, nerve, epithelial, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114574006850491233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114574006850491233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114574006850491233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/04/peace.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114550698000757986</id><published>2006-04-20T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T13:34:14.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finding who we are, God's all sufficient future grace, Christmas trees...   -The rundown- date: circa. December 1982. location: Ontario, Canada   A family new to Canada less than a year.  Christmas is approaching and their eldest boy is enrolled in school.  Not totally understanding or influenced by the north american culture yet, he is introduced to some concepts of Christmas by a friend from </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114550698000757986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114550698000757986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114550698000757986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/04/finding-who-we-are-gods-all-sufficient.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114542133505131011</id><published>2006-04-19T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:35:35.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The terrifying tower, rediscovering a pineapple, conversations with Kanye West, banana with trix's all the time (breakfast lunch and dinner) and sleeping with Richard Simmons (or the other name for the weekend: we survived hollister!) -PART 1     What a title. It's probably really confusing for most of you reading it. JUST ACCEPT IT! So i'm sitting here thinking about when we recently went to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114542133505131011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114542133505131011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114542133505131011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/04/terrifying-tower-rediscovering.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114534208383455243</id><published>2006-04-18T02:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:34:43.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Nephew and I ... Baby Ryder so cute. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114534208383455243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114534208383455243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114534208383455243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-nephew-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114513179210755058</id><published>2006-04-15T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T16:09:52.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i'm going dark" - jack bauer   so after talking to a friend of mine, it was suggested that i should go on a technology fast. so this is what i'm going to do the rest of easter.  no phone or internet past this point. i'm sorry i've been ignoring my phone all day it's been silent and i don't know if anyone is calling. it's a pretty big thing for me to not be available with these things.  but i </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114513179210755058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114513179210755058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114513179210755058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114484259570935040</id><published>2006-04-12T07:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T07:49:55.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's What We're About   Thanks God. Just reminded about something the other night. This is for someone i truly cherish and has always been a blessing in my life.  Thanks for the encouragement. Despite my fortress of solitude.  You reminded me of what a true Christ centred relationship and friendship is about.  I know you walk this path with me, never too far you can't reach out and encourage me</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114484259570935040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114484259570935040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114484259570935040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/04/thats-what-were-about.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114472484500092148</id><published>2006-04-10T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:07:25.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok so jack bauer broke into my fortress of solitude. but hey, it's jack bauer. even superman wears jack bauer pjs. plus supermans got a weakness in kryptonite. jack bauer doesn't have to worry about a weakness. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114472484500092148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114472484500092148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114472484500092148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-so-jack-bauer-broke-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114468340654692322</id><published>2006-04-10T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:48:46.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fortress of Solitude   so i'm sitting here at work... i hate it. like i'm really really hating it. yah that's not new, but i think i'm going to quit one of these two positions very soon...(hopefully quit both).    i'm sick. still. it's been almost a week. i've been good and not really done anything to stress it out.. i slept so much. i kinda have half my voice back.. but not really, it's like </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114468340654692322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114468340654692322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114468340654692322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/04/fortress-of-solitude-meh-cest-la-vie.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114442407654271514</id><published>2006-04-07T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:34:36.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rain rain rain... damn i love the rain   it's been some week... i've been up and down, sometimes walking, sometimes crawling, sometimes not even moving.  yet i've been pretty happy. a lot of weight of my shoulders this weekend. a friend saw me the other day and messaged me the next day. asked me how my heart was. cuz it looked a lot lighter to them. i was surpised but i guess when your heart is </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114442407654271514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114442407654271514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114442407654271514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/04/rain-rain-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114424821772766937</id><published>2006-04-05T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T10:43:37.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i haven't had coffee...since sunday.... </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114424821772766937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114424821772766937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114424821772766937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-havent-had-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114416505171104920</id><published>2006-04-04T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:37:31.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christ in Culture   I had a great weekend... but i'll write more about that later.     I wanted to write about Christ in Culture, this came up in the conversations we had while we were travelling... it's also i think a class that anna and trix are taking during their time here in ottawa. It just kinda got me thinking a lot about Christianity in relation to our current society.  I kinda feel that </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114416505171104920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114416505171104920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114416505171104920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/04/christ-in-culture.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114382911667806752</id><published>2006-03-31T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T13:18:37.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dude(ette)s..... i just needed to comment. a'int it a beautiful crazy day?! the suns so warm! so good!     "What a glorious day...."  -David Crowder Band ... and about a million other people. lol. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114382911667806752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114382911667806752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114382911667806752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/dudeettes.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114382024118642968</id><published>2006-03-31T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:50:41.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>embarassing moment of the week:     walking to the bus stop on my lunch yesterday... this girl shouts out.."hey aaron" and is waving profuesely...at first i ignore cuz i really don't know her... then she smiles and yells.."aaron aaron! hi!"... so i stop and i'm like. "how's it going?" she's like "good. how are you?"... i'm like "not too bad, um..where do i know u from?".. she's like.."i don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114382024118642968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114382024118642968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114382024118642968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/embarassing-moment-of-week-another.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114378479617329461</id><published>2006-03-31T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:59:56.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Life i wonder...will it take me under? Never that" Nasir Jones (Nas)   So this week has been a trying week for me.  I've written a lot and i've addressed a lot, but i know i haven't fully addressed what's been on my mind.  It's funny.  Despite that super long blog a few days ago... that situation is just stupid and tiny compared to this past week.      Death  - something that for the longest </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114378479617329461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114378479617329461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114378479617329461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/take-me-under-never-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114377841414646927</id><published>2006-03-30T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:13:34.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day: "The soul tastes truth like the tongue tastes food. Spiritual hunger cries out for rich, substantial nourishment" -back cover of Taste and See by John Piper.    "Taste and see that the Lord is Good" -Psalm 34:8 </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114377841414646927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114377841414646927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114377841414646927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/quote-of-day-psalm-348.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114375210515906889</id><published>2006-03-30T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T15:55:05.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this day don't want to seem to end. man i can't believe i have to do these courses at work.  we did them like a year ago and they postponed the launch for the new system... well now we have to redo the courses again. which sucks. i gotta get like 5 more modules done by monday. i wonder what will happen if i don't. hahaha fire me? lol. i'll be out of town this weekend so i don't think there's a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114375210515906889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114375210515906889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114375210515906889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-day-dont-want-to-seem-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114369123675032673</id><published>2006-03-29T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:00:36.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>short post.  i'm sleepy and just woke up from a two hour nap before bed time. lol.  yah just call me Dagwood Bumstead.    so the last few days has been sunshine galore. it's been good..when i get off work lol.  a good friend rescued me from my 'office space' life at lunch and was able to get me to go for a walk and enjoy the weather today, and skip a little bit of work this afternoon. props to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114369123675032673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114369123675032673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114369123675032673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114360775724964168</id><published>2006-03-28T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:54:27.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks Bé for the song to encourage me.. i can't believe you found a song that i totally relate to on so many levels.   The Testimony (Mack 10)   [Chorus]Life is driving me crazyEverything ain't all gravyIf it ain't one thing it's anotherWhy me I believe in karmaSo I know that answer is coming back on meLife is driving me crazy Everything ain't all gravyIf it ain't one thing it's anotherWhy me I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114360775724964168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114360775724964168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114360775724964168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/thanks-b-for-song-to-encourage-me.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114356376489681878</id><published>2006-03-28T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T11:36:04.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok. Like really Tim Hortons is amazing. Not only do they provide me with my daily dose (or two) of wake-up/ungrumpyness potion.  A fun game to play everyday, though this year i haven't won even half as much as last year.  But now they have created the most amazinglylicious donut. I heart the caramel apple fritter! I should buy stock.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114356376489681878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114356376489681878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114356376489681878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok_28.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114352027511375148</id><published>2006-03-27T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:31:15.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last day of boarding.  Garvin, Lil and Me... started the season together... ended the season together.  Good times guys! </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114352027511375148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114352027511375148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114352027511375148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-day-of-boarding_27.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114351872486113381</id><published>2006-03-27T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:05:24.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yes i am using pink in my blog. you have a problem with it. bite me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114351872486113381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114351872486113381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114351872486113381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/yes-i-am-using-pink-in-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114351490595852689</id><published>2006-03-27T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:15:56.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dirt off my shoulder - shaking the dirt off my feet   So i need to address something.  Firstly... recently some people have decided to talk about my recent break up with Jen.  Look if you don't know our decision as to why and how we came abouts going out and how we came about breaking up... the mouth should remain shut.  Saying stuff about me to her really doesn't make her feel any better and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114351490595852689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114351490595852689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114351490595852689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/dirt-off-my-shoulder-shaking-dirt-off.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114341691689791455</id><published>2006-03-26T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:48:36.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i guess mo don't need a ride. lol just found out... funny how u plan a day around something. it's all good more quiet time. gotta do some stuff tonight and extreme makeover home edition is on.  lol </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114341691689791455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114341691689791455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114341691689791455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-guess-mo-dont-need-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114341658997860625</id><published>2006-03-26T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:20:01.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend   well i haven't blogged in a while.. ok like 2 days but considering the streak i've been on.. that's a long time. lol.     Friday night we had gym night at St. Anthony's and played basketball, and attempted to play soccer (so tiring)....  during basketball no one on my team wanted to cover justin who is like 6 feet and plus 200lbs probably... u'd figure the tall guy covers the tall guy </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114341658997860625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114341658997860625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114341658997860625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-but-he-holds-lot-of-his-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114315589293631317</id><published>2006-03-23T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T18:18:12.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn...    so my little bro just got home.. one of his friends just passed away from leukemia... that took one of our aunts life.  death has always been a tuff thing for me to deal with... it's the thought of never seeing someone again i think... but these last couple years i've come to grips with it..and kinda understood it more. the thought of never seeing anyone again still gets me..but it </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114315589293631317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114315589293631317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114315589293631317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114314901728976921</id><published>2006-03-23T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T17:43:22.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOO-HOO!!!!   i get to take work home with me tonight! :P (*yuck)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114314901728976921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114314901728976921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114314901728976921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/woo-hoo-i-get-to-take-work-home-with.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114313111747665495</id><published>2006-03-23T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:25:17.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have zero clue why i'm so moody. blah.  yesterday was unproductive... i thought i'd get stuff done..but i fell asleep at like 9..woke up at 12.. and went back to sleep shortly there after. i haven't felt like eating since the mashed potato incident (refer earlier extremely negative post) ..cuz it hurt to swallow.. so maybe that's partly why i'm blah. meh..dunno.. a lot on the brain right now.. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114313111747665495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114313111747665495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114313111747665495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-zero-clue-why-im-so-moody.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114305511762293945</id><published>2006-03-22T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:18:37.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a couple weeks ago i joked around that i had a new best friend.. rudolph.  he had decided to visit me... see the thing is rudolph lives on the top of my nose. i thought he left a while ago..but then he just decided to stay a little longer.  rudolph and i are no longer best friends. he's overstayed his welcome. he's my sworn enemy.  tonight it's rudolph vs. me... and my buddy Neutrogena. Pack your</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114305511762293945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114305511762293945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114305511762293945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/couple-weeks-ago-i-joked-around-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114304120846777274</id><published>2006-03-22T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T10:26:48.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is a grumpy day. kinda moody and need to be productive tonight. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114304120846777274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114304120846777274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114304120846777274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-is-grumpy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114303943705294055</id><published>2006-03-22T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:57:17.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coffee... wow. (this is my post from yesterday...that i forgot to post)   I think it's the best thing ever, yet oh so bad. Lately i haven't been able to get through a day without. at least it's only one cup a day... that's like good for guys to prevent cancer or something.    for the first time since last week.. i can kinda breathe normally. i guess it's getting better.     meltdown at home </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114303943705294055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114303943705294055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114303943705294055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114274367794865385</id><published>2006-03-18T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T07:06:22.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOT TAGGED!?!?! OY...   1)Who tagged you?Coco Bun.. aka Benita errr.. actually Benita but i like calling her  Bun-girl... 2)In what situation did you meet this person? I met her at OCAC... i guess that's where i was first introduced... but i don't think i got to know her until skating with a bunch of people.3)How long have you known this person for?  Just over a year4)What is so special about </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114274367794865385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114274367794865385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114274367794865385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/got-tagged-oy.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114274221941456184</id><published>2006-03-18T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T23:23:39.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>who's got my head... hehe here's my cousin's baby.. Ryder James Peterson. So cute!!!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114274221941456184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114274221941456184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114274221941456184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/whos-got-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114269698773143581</id><published>2006-03-18T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T10:51:05.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And it's yellow too! lol. I'm a Lamborghini Murcielago!You're not subtle, but you don't want to be.  Fast, loud, and dramatic, you want people to notice you, and then get out of the way.  In a world full of sheep, you're a raging bull. Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114269698773143581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114269698773143581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114269698773143581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-its-yellow-too-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3457272.post-114262733013624660</id><published>2006-03-17T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:28:50.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BABY BOY! Congratulations Kimmy and Conor yo!    My cousin had her baby yesterday. 8lbs 9oz.  I think his name is Ryder unless there's been some last minute changes. I'll probably have pics tonight, i'll put them up!   Got a lot on my mind.. not so happy stuff ...stay tuned for a blog.. i think i'll call it... "Brushing dirt of my shoulder, and kick the sand off my feet" either that or "Bite Me".</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3457272&amp;postID=114262733013624660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114262733013624660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3457272/posts/default/114262733013624660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silq.blogspot.com/2006/03/baby-boy-congratulations-kimmy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>SilQ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/196/10169/400/IMG_0165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
