<?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-11893660</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:00:51.732+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Chickens, lions &amp; the impossible possible!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifofum11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11893660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifofum11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141589457379874850</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11893660.post-112066035740020351</id><published>2005-07-07T17:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T00:36:05.890+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! My bike wheel blew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago I went for a bike ride. I pumped up the tyres because I hadn't ridden for so long, so they were very flat. I considered that since they were so flat when I pumped them up that they might not cope well being suddenly full of air. Also, part of the back tyre didn't look too healthy, so I prayed that they wouldn't pop, or at least wait until I got home. So I went for my ride, it all went well, until I turned into my driveway and heard a loud bang and suddenly found it hard to ride. Yes...it was my back tyre blown. It was sad, but I was really happy that it happened just when I got home. I didn't really feel like having to walk a long way. Yay! God is so good. It just reminds me that he actually hears our prayers and acts on them according to His will. Sometimes we can't see answers to prayers for awhile and seem like we are praying without really believing. He does hear us. He does love us. And he does have a plan for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11893660-112066035740020351?l=feefifofum11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifofum11.blogspot.com/feeds/112066035740020351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11893660&amp;postID=112066035740020351' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11893660/posts/default/112066035740020351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11893660/posts/default/112066035740020351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifofum11.blogspot.com/2005/07/yay-my-bike-wheel-blew.html' title='Yay! My bike wheel blew!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141589457379874850</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11893660.post-112009549399281640</id><published>2005-06-30T11:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T22:48:08.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://andrewcox.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://andrewcox.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://penangeelong.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://penangeelong.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cattaylor84.blogspot.com"&gt;http://cattaylor84.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://babyzerk.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11893660-112009549399281640?l=feefifofum11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifofum11.blogspot.com/feeds/112009549399281640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11893660&amp;postID=112009549399281640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11893660/posts/default/112009549399281640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11893660/posts/default/112009549399281640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifofum11.blogspot.com/2005/06/friends-blogs.html' title='Friends Blogs'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141589457379874850</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-11893660.post-111995654413199410</id><published>2005-06-28T20:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:02:24.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heart Beneath a Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God is behind everything, but everything hides God. Things are black, creatures are opaque. To love a being is to render that being transparent...&lt;br /&gt;   ...Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when,whatever the attitude of the body may be, the soul is on its knees...&lt;br /&gt;   ...Parted lovers beguile absence by a thousand chimerical devices, which possess, however, a reality of their own. They are prevented from seeing each other, they cannot write to each other; they discover a multitude of mysterious means to correspond. They send each other the song of the birds, the perfume of the flowers, the smiles of children, the light of the sun, the sighings of the breeze, the rays of stars, all creation. And why not? All the works of God are made to serve love. Love is sufficiently potent to charge all nature with its messages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...The future belongs to hearts even more than it does to minds. Love, that is the only thing that can occupy and fill eternity. In the infinite, the inexhaustible is requisite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Love participates of the soul itself. It is of the same nature. Like it, it is the divine spark; like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable. It is a point of fire that exists within us, which is immortal and infinite, which nothing can confine, and which nothing can extinguish. We feel it burning even to the very marrow of our bones, and we see it beaming in the very depths of heaven...&lt;br /&gt;   ...Oh Love! Adorations! voluptuousness of two minds which understand each other, of two hearts which exchange with each other, of two glances which penetrate each other! You will come to me, will you not, bliss! strolls by twos in the solitudes! Blessed and radiant days! I have sometimes dreamed that from time to time hours detached themselves from the lives of the angels and came here below to traverse the destinies of men...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Love has its childishness, other passions have their pettinesses. Shame on the passions which belittle man! Honor to the one which makes a child of him!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...  Deep hearts, sage minds, take life as God has made it; it is a long trial, an incomprehensible preparation for an unknown destiny. This destiny, the true one, begins for a man with the first step inside the tomb. Then something appears to him, and he begins to distinguish the definitive. The definitive, meditate upon that word. The living perceive the infinite; the definitive permits itself to be seen only by the dead. In the meanwhile, love and suffer, hope and contemplate. Woe, alas! to him who shall have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will deprive him of all. Try to love souls, you will find them again...&lt;br /&gt;   ...I encountered in the street, a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat was worn, his elbows were in holes; water trickled through his shoes, and the stars through his soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11893660-111995654413199410?l=feefifofum11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifofum11.blogspot.com/feeds/111995654413199410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11893660&amp;postID=111995654413199410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11893660/posts/default/111995654413199410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11893660/posts/default/111995654413199410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifofum11.blogspot.com/2005/06/heart-beneath-stone.html' title='A Heart Beneath a Stone'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141589457379874850</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-11893660.post-111252909133745265</id><published>2005-04-04T14:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:51:31.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Penguins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccccff;"&gt;From 'Just Shoot Me'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Jack- 'Maya, what's more important to a bird, it's wings or the belief it can fly?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Maya- 'Wings.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Jack- 'Wrong. Witness a penguin; a flightless bird. Why?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Maya- 'Because it's wings can't support it's body mass?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Jack- 'Wrong again! Maya, there was a day when penguins filed the sky. Terrifying nomads with their angry barking until the day their confidence was shattered and they never flew again.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffccff;"&gt;This may not be correct, but we shouldn't let a bad experience stop us from something we enjoy and know we can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11893660-111252909133745265?l=feefifofum11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifofum11.blogspot.com/feeds/111252909133745265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11893660&amp;postID=111252909133745265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11893660/posts/default/111252909133745265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11893660/posts/default/111252909133745265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifofum11.blogspot.com/2005/04/penguins.html' title='Penguins'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141589457379874850</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-11893660.post-111252777851157638</id><published>2005-04-04T14:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:29:38.513+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my belly is a gold fish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swallowed it and kept it there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sing to it, and can feel it wiggle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when it especially likes the tune-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brahms makes it do backflips of glee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jewel, A night without armour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11893660-111252777851157638?l=feefifofum11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifofum11.blogspot.com/feeds/111252777851157638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11893660&amp;postID=111252777851157638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11893660/posts/default/111252777851157638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11893660/posts/default/111252777851157638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifofum11.blogspot.com/2005/04/gold-fish.html' title='Gold Fish'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141589457379874850</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-11893660.post-111252761528804713</id><published>2005-04-04T14:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:26:55.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things You Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'The things you fear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                         are undefeatable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not by their nature&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                               but by your approach'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jewel, 'A night without armour'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11893660-111252761528804713?l=feefifofum11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifofum11.blogspot.com/feeds/111252761528804713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11893660&amp;postID=111252761528804713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11893660/posts/default/111252761528804713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11893660/posts/default/111252761528804713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifofum11.blogspot.com/2005/04/things-you-fear.html' title='The Things You Fear'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141589457379874850</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-11893660.post-111252706454049880</id><published>2005-04-04T14:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:17:44.540+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear.' &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Princess Diaries 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11893660-111252706454049880?l=feefifofum11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feefifofum11.blogspot.com/feeds/111252706454049880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11893660&amp;postID=111252706454049880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11893660/posts/default/111252706454049880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11893660/posts/default/111252706454049880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feefifofum11.blogspot.com/2005/04/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09141589457379874850</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></feed>
