﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>TeachMeToDance91's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from TeachMeToDance91</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91</link></image><item><title>Sunday, June 29, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/663791969/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/663791969/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 08:08:58 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.... yeah....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm so bored... &amp;gt;=/&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; :]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/663791969/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, October 17, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/622087969/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/622087969/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 23:55:51 GMT</pubDate><description>...so I've been to this creation seminar and it's stinkin' awesome.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;he showed us something on how evolutionist will tell you something&lt;br&gt;but they can't explain it....&lt;br&gt;and something on&amp;nbsp; abortion..was the most nastiest thing ever..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...they have a comfort room..not for the mom nor father of the baby that has just been aborted...&lt;br&gt;but for the baby..so it can stop screaming and crying and just die...WHAT KIND OF COMFORT IS&lt;br&gt;THAT?!..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and..if we kill an eagle egg..we will go to jail..but killing a baby unborn yet...is ok?.&lt;br&gt;that's just sick..what's wrong with you people...you say do not kill..a human being..yet &lt;br&gt;you're all for abortion and ..."world peace"..yeah..pretty retarded...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmm..and what else..oh yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;racism he says..it does all pretty much go back to adam and eve..&lt;br&gt;we all came from them...so we're all same blood really..&lt;br&gt;doens't matter what our skin looks like, our features, etc. &lt;br&gt;we're all human..the same....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/622087969/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, February 19, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/571582768/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/571582768/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2007 20:39:48 GMT</pubDate><description>A man dies and goes to heaven. Of course, St. Peter meets him at the
Pearly Gates. St. Peter says, "Here's how it works. You need 100 points
to make it into heaven. You tell me all the good things you've done,
and I give you a certain number of points for each item, depending on
how good it was. When you reach 100 points, you get in."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Okay,"
the man says, "I was married to the same woman for 50 years and never
cheated on her, even in my heart" "That's wonderful," says St.Peter,
"that's worth three points!" "Three points?" he says. "Well, I attended
church all my life and supported its ministry with my tithe and
service." "Terrific!" says St.Peter. "That's certainly worth a point."
"One point!?!!" "I started a soup kitchen in my city and worked in a
shelter for homeless veterans." "Fantastic, that's good for two more
points," he says.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Two points!?!! "Exasperated, the man cries. "At this rate the only way I'll get into heaven is by the grace of God."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Bingo, 100 points! Come on in!"</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/571582768/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, October 16, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/538422105/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/538422105/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Oct 2006 07:07:09 GMT</pubDate><description>I love life...^^ why?..only because God makes my life worth living&lt;br style="display: none;"&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/538422105/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, September 28, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/533314372/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/533314372/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Sep 2006 15:26:33 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128); font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;God made my Life AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;br style="display: none;"&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/533314372/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, September 13, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/528881473/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/528881473/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Sep 2006 22:47:25 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nekokittychi/1078297752_zesMintTea.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);"&gt;
			Mint Tea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);"&gt;
You are Mint Tea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255);"&gt;
Naturally sweet you have a happy-go-lucky attitude. The world is full
of fun and wonder! Although you can be naive at times and quite aloof
to your surroundings you know how to have good clean fun! Most people
see you as cute and very gentle by nature and it is most likely true.
You have a great outlook on life and you try not to let things get to
you. Go you!&lt;/span&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/528881473/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, September 05, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/526150565/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/526150565/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Sep 2006 04:40:29 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;&amp;gt; Children and The Church&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; A little boy was attending his first wedding.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; After the service, his cousin asked him,&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; "How many women can a man marry?"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; "Sixteen," the boy responded.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; His cousin was amazed that he had an answer&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; so quickly.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; "How do you know that?"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; "Easy," the little boy said. "All you have to do is&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; add it up, like the Bishop said,&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; 4 better, 4 worse, 4 richer, 4 poorer."&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; After a church service on Sunday morning, a young boy&lt;br&gt;
suddenly announced to his mother, "Mom, I've decided to become a minister&lt;br&gt;
when I grow up." "That's okay with us, but what made you decide that?"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; "Well," said the little boy, "I have to go to church on&lt;br&gt;
Sunday anyway, and I figure it will be more fun to stand up and yell, than&lt;br&gt;
to sit and listen."&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; A 6-year-old was overheard reciting the Lord's Prayer at a&lt;br&gt;
church service, "And forgive us our trash passes, as we forgive those who&lt;br&gt;
passed trash against us."&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; A boy was watching his father, a pastor,&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; write a sermon.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; "How do you know what to say?" he asked.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; "Why, God tells me."&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; "Oh, then why do you keep crossing things out?"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; A little girl became restless as the preacher's sermon&lt;br&gt;
dragged on and on.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; Finally, she leaned over to her mother and whispered,&lt;br&gt;
"Mommy, if we give him the money&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; now, will he let us go?"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; After the dedication of his baby brother in church, little&lt;br&gt;
Johnny sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; His father asked him three times what was wrong.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; Finally, the boy replied, "That pastor said he wanted us&lt;br&gt;
brought up in a Christian home, and I want to stay with you guys!"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; Terri asked her Sunday School class to draw pictures of their&lt;br&gt;
favorite Bible stories. She was puzzled by Kyle's picture, which showed&lt;br&gt;
four people on an airplane, so she asked him which story it was meant to&lt;br&gt;
represent.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; "The Flight to Egypt," was his reply.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; Pointing at each figure, Ms. Terri said, "That must be Mary,&lt;br&gt;
Joseph, and Baby Jesus. But who's the fourth person?"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; "Oh, that's Pontius - the pilot!"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; The Sunday School Teacher asks, "Now, Johnny, tell me frankly&lt;br&gt;
do you say prayers before eating?"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; "No sir," little Johnny replies, I don't have to.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; My mom is a good cook."&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;
&amp;gt; A college drama group presented a play in which one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;
character would stand on a trap door and announce, "I descend into hell!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;
&amp;gt; A stagehand below would then pull a rope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;
&amp;gt; the trapdoor would spring, and the actor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;
&amp;gt; would drop from view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;
&amp;gt; The play was well received. When the actor playing the part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;
became ill, another actor who was quite overweight took his place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;
&amp;gt; When the new actor announced, "I descend into hell!" the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;
stagehand pulled the rope, and the actor began his plunge, but became&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;
hopelessly stuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;
&amp;gt; No amount of tugging on the rope could make him descend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;
&amp;gt; One student in the balcony jumped up and yelled:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 32, 223);"&gt;
&amp;gt; "Hallelujah! Hell is full!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; This is the best one.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; A little girl was sitting on her grandfather's lap&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; as he read her a bedtime story.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; From time to time, she would take her eyes off the book and&lt;br&gt;
reach up to touch his wrinkled cheek.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; She was alternately stroking her own cheek, then his again.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; Finally she spoke up, "Grandpa, did God make you?"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; "Yes, sweetheart," he answered, "God made me a long time&lt;br&gt;
ago."&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; "Oh," she paused, "Grandpa, did God make me too?"&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; "Yes, indeed, honey," he said, "God made you just a little&lt;br&gt;
while ago."&lt;br&gt;
&amp;gt; Feeling their respective faces again, she observed, "God's&lt;br&gt;
getting better at it, isn't he ?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/526150565/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, April 04, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/467818805/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/467818805/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Apr 2006 22:13:12 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 96); font-weight: bold; font-family: comic sans ms; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;A good-looking man walks into an agent's office in Hollywood and says, "I&lt;br&gt;
want to be a movie star." Tall, handsome and with experience on Broadway, he had the right credentials.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The agent asked, "What's your name?"&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The guy said, "My name is Penis van Lesbian."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The agent said, "Sir, I hate to tell you, but in order to get into Hollywood, you are going to have to change your name."&lt;br&gt;
"I will NOT change my name! The van Lesbian name is centuries old, I will&lt;br&gt;
not disrespect my grandfather by changing my name. Not ever."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The agent said, "Sir, I have worked in Hollywood for years. You will
NEVER go far in Hollywood with a name like Penis van Lesbian!&lt;br&gt;
I'm telling you, you will HAVE TO change your name or I will not be able to represent you."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
"So be it! I guess we will not do business together," the guy said and he left the agent's office.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
FIVE YEARS LATER...The agent opens an envelope sent to his office.&lt;br&gt;
Inside the envelope are a letter and a check for "$50,000. The agent is
awestruck. Who would possibly sent him $50,000? He reads the letter
enclosed..."Dear Sir, Five years ago, I came into your office wanting
to become an actor in Hollywood. You told me I needed to change my
name. Determined to make it with my God-given birth name, I refused.
You told me I would never make it in Hollywood with a name like Penis
van Lesbian. After I left your office, I thought about what you said. I
decided you were right. I had to change my name. I would never have
made it without changing my name, so the enclosed check is a token of
my appreciation.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Thank you for your advice.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Sincerely,&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Dick van Dyke&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/467818805/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, March 30, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/465220756/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/465220756/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Mar 2006 07:36:49 GMT</pubDate><description>WHOA!..i just found a poem i wrote....last year sometime...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
tell me what you think&amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="2"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walking alone in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
no one to hear, no one to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
Just listening to the lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
he's telling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
Conversating with the enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
Listening to the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
wondering when someone will save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
but giving up, thinking it's never going to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
Falling asleep bound up in chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
at the foot of the enemy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
Dreaming of that place again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
but waking up in the same old bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
Listening to the lies again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
and wanting loved ones dead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
I got on my knees and started praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
drowning it all out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
Looking up and seeing the light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
turning away from the dead of night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
Feeling the weight coming off my shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
I am no longer carying these big boulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
Running to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
and he runs twords me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
Takes me in his arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
and now I'm free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
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Thanking God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
Praising his name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
realizing that life is not a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
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Changing my ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;
was the best choise made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-family: andale mono; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/465220756/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, March 08, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/454661586/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/TeachMeToDance91/454661586/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Mar 2006 20:21:34 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;MUST read them out loud or it doesnt make as much sense...&lt;br&gt;
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ENGLISH ....................... CHINESE&lt;br&gt;
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1) That&amp;#8217;s not right.......... Sum Ting Wong&lt;br&gt;
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2) Are you harboring a fugitive................... Hu Yu Hai Ding&lt;br&gt;
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3) See me ASAP................. Kum Hia Nao&lt;br&gt;
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4) Stupid Man........................... Dum Fuk&lt;br&gt;
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5) Small horse...................... Tai Ni Po Ni&lt;br&gt;
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6) Did you go to the beach?.................... Wai Yu So Tan&lt;br&gt;
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7) I bumped in to a coffee table................. Ai Bang Mai Fa Kin Ni&lt;br&gt;
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8) I think you need a face lift...................... Chin Tu Fat&lt;br&gt;
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9) Its very dark in here........................... Wao So Dim&lt;br&gt;
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10) I thought you were on a diet............... Wai Yu Mun Ching&lt;br&gt;
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11) This is a tow away zone....................... No Pah King&lt;br&gt;
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12) Staying out of sight.............................. Lei Ying Lo&lt;br&gt;
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13) He's cleaning his automobile................ Wa Shing Ka&lt;br&gt;
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14) Your body odor is offensive.................. Yu Stin Ki Pu&lt;br&gt;
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15) Great..................... Fa Kin Su Pah&lt;br&gt;
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