<?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-34244235</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:45:37.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925521900378500346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34244235.post-6588328473055279013</id><published>2007-10-08T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T04:43:18.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>Hey got a new blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://livingthebestforgod.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://livingthebestforgod.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34244235-6588328473055279013?l=littlechickaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6588328473055279013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34244235&amp;postID=6588328473055279013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/6588328473055279013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/6588328473055279013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/2007/10/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925521900378500346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34244235.post-3706415296119069043</id><published>2007-09-12T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:45:03.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been forever</title><content type='html'>I cant believe how long it has been since i last blogged. it was funny when i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; log in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well news with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I finished my Diploma in Beauty Therapy which feels good knowing that its all paid off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bout to start a course in Community Services which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting excited about. Cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Started going to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Macleod&lt;/span&gt; Corps as my mother was posted there. And I am now a youth leader there and do everything I can to make them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)God has given me confidence to sing now. Which i love, and i love worshipping Jesus and leading people to worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still with my amazing boyfriend he is so good looking, but u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to hear that from me all you have to do is look at him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pet&lt;/span&gt; Dog, scruffs. He is pretty cute. sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) got my ducks Soup and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rubber&lt;/span&gt;, but sadly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rubber&lt;/span&gt; RIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all that is news with me... How are you guys???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34244235-3706415296119069043?l=littlechickaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3706415296119069043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34244235&amp;postID=3706415296119069043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/3706415296119069043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/3706415296119069043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/2007/09/been-forever.html' title='Been forever'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925521900378500346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34244235.post-116919734483012342</id><published>2007-01-19T00:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T01:02:24.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More bout God</title><content type='html'>ok i know i just wrote one but i didnt want it to be long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the other thing was more bout God....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK over the hols something happened within my family and just like my dad i really didnt wanna deal with it so i kept pushing down the feelings to hide them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt wanna talk to anyone bout it at all, i mean i talked to james bout it but others i really didnt wanna know till one day at work i couldnt stop crying and someone came into my mind. i really felt God was telling me to send her a msg so i could catch up with her and let it all off my chest. but as i was writing the msg i couldnt stop thinking OMG what on earth am i doing i felt as though i was seeking attention... but in that minute that i deleted the msg before i sent it that same person came into my shop where i was working...at that point i know it was God telling me to talk to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and looking back i know that God was protecting me from going through the same pain that i went through when my father left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GOD!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34244235-116919734483012342?l=littlechickaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/116919734483012342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34244235&amp;postID=116919734483012342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/116919734483012342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/116919734483012342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/2007/01/more-bout-god.html' title='More bout God'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925521900378500346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34244235.post-116919695939797044</id><published>2007-01-19T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:55:59.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW LONG TIME!!!</title><content type='html'>wow its been so long since i last did a blog but i am so bored at james house there is nothing to do cos he is just watching the cricket but oh well he loves it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as he was making me watch it...........well trying to i was thinking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i cannot wait till i can start doing stuff at my new church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how bored can i be that i wanna do more work lol no way i love it. i cant wait till i can start being a leader at Macleod (if they let me lol) but i loved being one at greensborough and most still talk to me lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah just case u didnt get it we have moved to macleod and at first i really didnt like that idea.. i couldnt stop thinking OMG what is GOD thinking? I mean doesnt he remember what happened at greensborough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now God has showed me exactly why we are there. and i am starting to see how much my mum can do this. she can be the officer that macleod needs and God is so in control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34244235-116919695939797044?l=littlechickaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/116919695939797044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34244235&amp;postID=116919695939797044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/116919695939797044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/116919695939797044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/2007/01/wow-long-time.html' title='WOW LONG TIME!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925521900378500346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34244235.post-116312177565465633</id><published>2006-11-09T17:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T17:22:55.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I going?</title><content type='html'>I know a lot of u know that its only 3 Sundays away when we find out where mum is going. I'm so excited and cant wait till I'm on stage and the TC mentions where we are going!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......BUT.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am traveling along my path and I have come to two different thought into my head....&lt;br /&gt;1. What if mum gets sent away too far for me to get to uni? And...&lt;br /&gt;2. OMG this is so exciting!!!! New adventure new everything, oh but not new Boy friend (James xoxox) cos I love him to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah what if mum gets sent so far that I have to move out!!! A part of me is excited if I do cos then its like wow I'm old LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then a very big part of me is so excited to move to somewhere new. As most may know that when we moved up to Melbourne every year onwards we moved into a new house so its been really weird to have stayed in the college for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I thank God so much that he has my life in his hand cos I know that what ever happens that he is always going to be looking after me and he would never throw something my way that he knew I couldn't handle. Love u lots God!!! toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34244235-116312177565465633?l=littlechickaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/116312177565465633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34244235&amp;postID=116312177565465633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/116312177565465633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/116312177565465633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-am-i-going_09.html' title='Where am I going?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925521900378500346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34244235.post-116236424398235909</id><published>2006-10-31T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T22:57:23.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do women feel this way?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that 4 out of 5 women worry bout their weight, height, looks, skin colour, hair, skin etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in uni today and as we were doing revision for anatomy, I heard one of the girls mention how fat they are when she really looked great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it in our nature that no matter what people say we are always against them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like why do we always worry bout what others think so much? I don't know bout u but I hate it, I'm so sick of not going out to the shops unless I make sure I at least look ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even so why is that when we take bout 3-4 hours of getting ready for an amazing night that on that night we can get so many compliments but as soon as ONE person says something against us we are haunted bout it for the rest of the night and we can have fun cause we are worried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN WHEN THE HELL IS IT GOING TO STOP!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick to death of being upset everytime someone mentions something against me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I gonna try to put all the energy that I do into worrying etc but replace it with worrying bout what God is thinking of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he loves me and stuff but I'm talking bout how I treat others, gossip, bitching etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34244235-116236424398235909?l=littlechickaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/116236424398235909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34244235&amp;postID=116236424398235909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/116236424398235909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/116236424398235909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-do-women-feel-this-way.html' title='Why do women feel this way?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925521900378500346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34244235.post-116168764587637982</id><published>2006-10-24T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T04:02:05.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation Army</title><content type='html'>Guess what well most of you know that I'm becoming a soldier in the Salvation army....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the people who don't know its on the 19th of November at the training college: 303 Royal parade Parkville at 6pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited that God has given me this opportunity to serve him within the salvos. xoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case some of u are wondering why I have decided to take this step is the I believe God told me it was time. And I love the salvos and how we get out there and help people in need and I would love to make that commitment to the salvos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I really want my friends to be there so please try to make it love u lots xoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34244235-116168764587637982?l=littlechickaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/116168764587637982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34244235&amp;postID=116168764587637982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/116168764587637982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/116168764587637982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/2006/10/salvation-army.html' title='Salvation Army'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925521900378500346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34244235.post-116070302728880343</id><published>2006-10-12T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:30:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool bible reading</title><content type='html'>I have started to read Exodus and this one reading hit me and I thought it was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 23:20-33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when God is telling us that he is going to bring His angel to prepare the way....These are just something that stuck out to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 24 Do not bow down before their gods or worship them or follow their practices. You must demolish them and break their sacred stones to pieces...How cool is that. God is giving us permission to break their religion. He's not telling u to go into a buddist temple and with a huge hammer break Buddha but we are to help show God to these people who follow other gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 27 I will make all your enemies turn their backs and run.... I don't know bout u but that makes me feel so much safer. Like if we trust and obey God he is going to make sure nothing can harm us and the people who stand up to us he will make them run, all we have to do is have faith and stop being so scared of what MIGHT happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's more but I just thought those two were really cool. Try reading it there's so much in that little bit. Love ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34244235-116070302728880343?l=littlechickaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/116070302728880343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34244235&amp;postID=116070302728880343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/116070302728880343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/116070302728880343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/2006/10/cool-bible-reading.html' title='Cool bible reading'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925521900378500346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34244235.post-116070195748763544</id><published>2006-10-12T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:12:37.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writers Block</title><content type='html'>I know this may seem weird but I haven't been able to write a blog for ages, like I cant think of anything to say so I thought I would just write about something that happened to me which I thought was pretty cool.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do a little change in my time with God. This one day I asked him if he could let me help at least one person in that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was so cool, I had extra money and I got some lunch for one of my friends and as I was waiting in line the person in front of me didn't have enough money so I gave her money to help pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was doing it I didn't even think but God answered my prayer and it was the best feeling in the world to be helping someone out and I figured that might be related to my spiritual gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is random but I felt so good,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good do u feel when u help people out...Try praying for God to use u for others benefit that's what the salvos about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34244235-116070195748763544?l=littlechickaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/116070195748763544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34244235&amp;postID=116070195748763544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/116070195748763544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/116070195748763544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/2006/10/writers-block.html' title='Writers Block'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925521900378500346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34244235.post-115952948972893377</id><published>2006-09-29T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T04:31:29.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have u ever</title><content type='html'>This may seem weird but has anyone ever come to a stage where everything in their life just sucked really bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well bout this time 2 years ago everything in my life just hurt really bad. Nothing was going good, i had only just started to realise the feelings i had of pain and worthlessness that i would have felt round the time my dad left, if i hadnt pushed them deep down. (if u dont get what im saying just ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, what im getting at is when my dad decided that he had nothing to do with me and left us, i felt like i had to be the strong one in my family and without knowing i was pushing my feelings far down deep within me but i had no idea that they would be released when i started to think deeply bout that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was in yr 11 i decided that i wanted my art folio to mean alot so i did my whole assignment on my father and how it reflected onto me. without knowing that, when i opened those feelings up it hurt me like a bomb. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasnt one night that went by that i didnt cry and that lead to all sort of things, drinking, depression, hating myself, hurting myself etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if u ask me now how my life is the answer will be GREAT!!! the thing is after i had handled those feelings and managed to get through it all i have been able to see how God has just been with me the whole entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my point that i have been tring to get to is that sometimes things may not be going well and believe me i know but God is going to use each and everyone of u in the most bestest way possible. I know u may hear this all the time but think about it really deeply cos i believe that God put me through those hard time to help others and help me find out who i am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34244235-115952948972893377?l=littlechickaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115952948972893377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34244235&amp;postID=115952948972893377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/115952948972893377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/115952948972893377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-u-ever.html' title='have u ever'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925521900378500346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34244235.post-115897316701319608</id><published>2006-09-22T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T17:59:27.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>Last night at acc was the bestest ever!!! Danielle spoke and it was so great. To sum it up she spoke about how we are stuck with this disease caused by sin and we have to break free from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what ha did was we would go up on stage and lay down as they put a black piece of material over us. While we are under it we start telling god to free us from different sins we are caught up in. And then they lift the sheet of and we are born again. then they pray for us and they listen for gods voice and he places a new name into their heads for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that doesn't make sense ask me bout it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was the most amazing night of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so on fire afterwards and if any of u know James u would be able to picture the excitement on his face as well. He has been on fire since the first night of acc, its great to be with someone like him who helps me and encourages me to be a better person. So thank u so much babe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was just so dam good LOL love u all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34244235-115897316701319608?l=littlechickaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115897316701319608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34244235&amp;postID=115897316701319608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/115897316701319608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/115897316701319608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925521900378500346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34244235.post-115813623634236233</id><published>2006-09-13T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:30:36.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everything is so weird right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was at uni and for the first time in ages I felt so good bout my body...I know its weird but I am like really happy with my size right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Like don't get me wrong James is always telling me how much he loves me and I have a good body etc but I never wanted to hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But as I came into uni a girl came up to me and said that she loves my legs and wishes she had them and it made me feel great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;How weird is it how James can tell me that everyday but ill just shrug it off but when someone else tells me it I get excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm not saying that when James says it that I don't feel great cos I do but today I just felt extra good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So I did a stupid thing and had McDonald's LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But another thing exciting was that last week I was wishing that I could go to a petting zoo cos I haven't been to one in ages and today there was one outside of starbucks and I was like a kid in a candy store...I was holding and picking up everything it was so much fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway I have to go I know this blog has been a bit boring but yeah I'm trying to look at everything in a new light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love u all xoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34244235-115813623634236233?l=littlechickaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115813623634236233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34244235&amp;postID=115813623634236233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/115813623634236233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/115813623634236233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/2006/09/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925521900378500346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34244235.post-115802134586333963</id><published>2006-09-11T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T17:35:45.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I have this new blog page as well its a long story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys i just wanna say thank u for ur support and love in these times when we have both needed it. I ask that u continue to pray for James and support him. But thank u for those who have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i love u all so much...xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34244235-115802134586333963?l=littlechickaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/115802134586333963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34244235&amp;postID=115802134586333963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/115802134586333963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34244235/posts/default/115802134586333963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlechickaroo.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925521900378500346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
