<?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-20623845</id><updated>2011-10-02T14:14:39.050-07:00</updated><category term='It&apos;s A Red Swingline Stapler...'/><category term='I Believe You Have My Stapler'/><category term='quick'/><category term='nifty dates'/><category term='update'/><title type='text'>The Soulforged</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The Soulforged, the stainless will rise!&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-7028433680445908672</id><published>2008-11-08T16:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:10:12.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I hate SPAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why I hate SPAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1504269&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=38664980810&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=38664980810&amp;amp;id=517071656"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not that greasy stuff that comes out of a can (although I entirely despise that...how dare they call it meat?!) but that crap that floods everyone's E-Mails, and now has been introduced into our lives through Facebook and other social applications. If you have never received SPAM, you need to leave the internet forever and live a blissfully ignorant, happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, now that those Amish folks are all gone, let's get crackin! You see, my problem isn't so much with Spam itself. My Email has filters that gets rid of the most of it and I can easily clear away the little chunks that get through, it's the gullible people that tend to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are basically two ways that SPAM works through the less internet-savvy of our aquaintences, and that is through greed and fear. We've all seen these Emails, but just in case you're still not following me, let me give you some minor examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fear: &lt;/strong&gt;These are the Emails that you receive with the regularity of the tide. When the moon has reached it's zenith and the tides of the sea reaches it's moist claws toward the earth, we get the Email that haunts our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Facebook/MySpace/MSN/Hotmail are closing down forever unless you can send this to everyone on your friends list in the next 32 seconds! Why are you still reading this? Oh. You're screwed. Say goodbye to your friends and loved ones because nobody knows how to communicate without the miracle of the internet, your life is over."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few major problems with this little slice of lunacy. First of all, the sheer idea that these networking sites have the wherewithal to actually trace these Emails, even through the thousands of forwards that people never bother to erase is nigh impossible. Do you honestly think that these companies that make so much money off of giving us a free service are going to have some little desk monkeys constantly following your pathetic little Email? I mean, Big Brother is one thing, but the amount of manpower to achieve this is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next problem, is that these Emails always claim that your favorite website is running out of space. This is, if I can use a phrase coined by Ben 'Yahtzee' Croshaw, pants-on-head retarded. There is no such thing as the internet running out of space. As long as companies have money to buy more servers, there will always be internets to fill with useless garbage. Last I heard, Facebook was worth somewhere north of 6 Billion dollars. That's not exactly pocket change. I don't know much about servers, but after a quick search online, I found one that I kind of like the look to. It had the ability to be clustered with 2040 of it's own, and together they could pump out a revolting 59392 TB of space. In case I'm going to fast for some people, a TB is a Terrabyte. Which is 1000 Gigabytes. To put it in iPod terms, it will hold something around 33,333 songs before compression. Which is about as much music as you could listen to in just under 2 years time nonstop. So, now we have enough space to listen to 112998 years worth of music. And if I were calling these servers at 10 grand a pop, it cost 20 million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've managed to follow me through all that math and still know what I'm talking about. You get a gold star. If not, all you need to know is that the internet can never be filled as long as there is money in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the extra credit question:&lt;br /&gt;If Facebook spent the entire $6 Billion on nothing but my fancy, half-mystical server mentioned above, how many years worth of music can you get?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I had to get another calculator to figure this one out. Let's just round it out at about 33 Million years, give or take a couple hundred thousand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I believe I've said enough on the idea that Facebook running out of space is asinine. If you still don't believe me, the last buggy headed to the farm is boarding now. Please be on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're done exclaiming our joy at the powers of Mathematics and imagination combined, let's move on to reason number two why SPAM occasionally works, and that reason is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed: &lt;/strong&gt;Most of these Emails follow the same format. Billionaire X is giving away Y dollars for every person you send this letter to. And you make Z more dollars for everyone that they send it to! And so on and so forth. Usually this miraculous benefactor is Bill Gates, because "Hey! Why wouldn't the richest man in the world give me thousands of dollars?" They always end up the same way too, with "a friend of a friend" giving testimony to the check the he recieved in the mail last week for his thousands of miracle dollars!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Miracle dollars only valid at participating fantasies near you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first and most obvious flaw is the same one stated before. Manpower. When people read this, they seem to believe that Bill Gates himself has a giant computer tucked away in a corner of his mansion tracking this Email with his gold-plated chequebook open beside him just itching to fill in your name. I really feel bad for these people. I don't mean pity, I mean I feel real physical pain that they belong to the same species as I do. People are in this business to make money! Not to throw millions of dollars at random ungrateful people they'll never meet! If they ever get the urge to burn money like that, there are thousands upon thousands of charities far more deserving than you! It's a sad truth to deal with when you realize that the universe doesn't revolve around you. This is why most people get it out of their way when they're 3-4 years old so that they can GET ON WITH THEIR LIVES LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE! But there's just something about the curiousity and wonder of the internet to the unknowing. It brings out ignorance like a porch light brings moths, and the outcome is about the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other ways that the anonymous internet SPAMmers try and get your money, but at least for the most part it only hurts the dolts and doesn't inconvenience the greater population. I'm sure that the Lost Prince of India has his $20 Million fortune that he wants to share with you because he seems to have pulled the random letters and numbers of your email from some magical hat with a genie inside because he's just a generous guy. It absolutely is not a guy trying to gain your bank information and clean you out because that would be wrong, and everybody knows that everyone on the internet is so friendly that it makes Mr. Rogers seem like a serial killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, after you exchange his Rupees to Canadian dollars, and give him back his half, cuz I mean, fair is fair. You're only taking home $250,000 anyway. Talk about a waste of time! You'd be better off planning your own get-rich-quick scheme than tagging along with Prince Hashid. If that even is his real name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deciding that I am done for now. There you have it. I answered absolutely zero questions about anything, and plan on leaving no room open for debate. If you want to argue my points, I reserve my rights to ignore you until you begin to cry, or forget what it is you wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Love, Kurtis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now send this to 20 people in the next 10 minutes and Bill Gates will give you a bazillion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't send it, the internet will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post Script - To view this blog in it's original form with images, please check my Notes section on Facebook.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20623845-7028433680445908672?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7028433680445908672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=7028433680445908672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/7028433680445908672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/7028433680445908672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-i-hate-spam-no-not-that-greasy.html' title='Why I hate SPAM'/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-6670298938876715460</id><published>2008-11-08T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:04:57.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T12RWIDCIIMYMTILBO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 12 Reasons Why I Don't Care If It Makes You Mad That I Like Barack Obama!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3: First and foremost, I can overlook the flaws of Obama simply for the amount of social change that a Black President will usher in to the United States. It boggles my mind that people can still be racist, and yet that's all I saw on my TV for the past months. It's the freaking 21st century for pete's sake! If movies have taught us anything we should be afraid of Aliens and flying around in jetpacks by now! Stop protesting the President and start protesting the underwhelming development on jetpack technology!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2: The 'campaigning' (see: slander) that was released during this 'election' (see: three-ring circus) basically boiled down to the white man vs. the black man. I mean, sure they could have debated the issues, but why waste breath on that when we can fuel the engine with hate. Hate is cheaper than rational thoughts! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hear they're trying to run the next series of Hybrid vehicles on nothing but Pure Rage™&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally, the number one reason:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a freaking Canadian! That should be the be-all end-all of this argument. No matter what I say, or how vehemently I debate for the side of Obama, I cannot vote in the American Election. Period. If you didn't vote, it's your own fault. If you voted for McCain, go cry in a corner with the other 1/3 of the American population and wait 4 years like a normal person. Democrats had to put up with eight years of Bush, now it's your turn.\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And please don't shoot him...I don't trust Biden. His squinty eyes are nothing but trouble!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know, I really did have a list of 12 reasons to fill in here, but honestly? I can't be bothered to list more than 3...which just goes to show that even though I care enough about American politics to write a note, I still don't care enough to finish it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20623845-6670298938876715460?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6670298938876715460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=6670298938876715460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/6670298938876715460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/6670298938876715460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2008/11/t12rwidciimymtilbo.html' title='T12RWIDCIIMYMTILBO'/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-9055930288569230141</id><published>2007-09-03T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T04:51:46.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nifty dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Lil Blip</title><content type='html'>So, not really a whole lot of time to update as of late. I've been spending all my spare time running around, finishing work, buying things, packing, and of course, trying to see as many people as possible in a small window of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say I maybe did mediocre on all of those counts. I still have stuff to pick up before I leave (in 6 hours) still have some minor packing to do, and I missed quite a few faces this past week, and probably most of the summer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But such is life. We can't always get what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So: on the cheerful note, I will bid you all adieu, when next you read this I will be all settled in at IBC in Moose Jaw, SK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I figured I'd leave you all with some nifty dates coming up in the next 3 weeks or so.&lt;br /&gt;Sept 16th - Blue Man Group in Regina!&lt;br /&gt;Sept 18th - This wookiee turns 21!&lt;br /&gt;also Sept 18th - New Thousand Foot Krutch CD comes out!&lt;br /&gt;Sept 25th - The game nerds around the world have been waiting for with bated breath...&lt;br /&gt;HALO 3 is released in North America!!&lt;br /&gt;(I just so happen to be one of those nerds, so sue me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20623845-9055930288569230141?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/9055930288569230141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=9055930288569230141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/9055930288569230141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/9055930288569230141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2007/09/lil-blip.html' title='Lil Blip'/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-3528804697210683096</id><published>2007-08-08T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:41:54.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry of the self-absorbed</title><content type='html'>Wow, this is the 2nd blog I've written in less than a week. To be completely honest, I had the idea for this particular piece floating around in my head the night after I wrote my last one. I figured I should hold off on writing it until all the people that don't know this blog exists have had ample time to not read my last submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onto my rant for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sat down and talked with a friend and they go off on how they know exactly what they're going to do with their life because it's their passion to do that work for God? Sounds pretty fantastic doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you know what word in that sentence sends up a red flag for me? &lt;em&gt;Their.&lt;/em&gt; It's not God's plan for their lives, it's their plan to do God's work. Now, don't get me wrong, usually what this person is looking at doing is perfectly acceptable by all standards. It's usually a missions trip, or some sort of drop-in shelter, or something of the sort, but is it being done for the right reasons? Most of these people are the exact same one's that have to tell everyone they see about all the amazing things they've done and all the wonderful gifts they've given etc. Not to say these stories aren't kinda cool sometimes, but you need to be very careful of who you're giving the credit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to give a homeless person a fifty dollar bill, who would you tell about it? Would you run and tell all your friends about your ministry oppurtunity? Or would you keep it private? Would you keep it only between you and God, and let His knowledge that you have done a small work for His kingdom, in His name, be enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:2-4 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2"So when you give to the needy, do not announce it with trumpets, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and on the streets, to be honored by men. I tell you the truth, they have received their reward in full. 3But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, 4so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. (NIV)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some of you may take this personal, and I want you to now right now that this is not my intention. My original purposes for writing this blog is a reminder to myself first and foremost. Not a few months ago I was that person running and telling everyone about ministry oppurtunities I came across. I'll admit that a large part of it was excitement that I could actually remember and use some of the things I had been learning at school. But in my desire to share my excitement with those around me, I was desiring their admiration. I wanted them to know what I was doing so they would think me a better person. I wanted them to know so that I could sit idle and let my ego grow. I wanted them to know so that I could feel superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you go to give money to a homeless person, don't flash around a fifty dollar bill before proudly dropping it in their lap. Take them out and buy them a nice, hot meal, or even a cup of coffee. Most of the time you'll make their day brighter, you'll feel good about yourself without needing the approval of others, and there's a pretty good chance you'll make a friend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT: This actually veered the complete other direction than where I had originally intended it to go. In fact, during the process of writing this I felt like I wrote two completely different articles. Just a fun fact for you all of you who were wondering why my introduction has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of my blog!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20623845-3528804697210683096?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3528804697210683096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=3528804697210683096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/3528804697210683096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/3528804697210683096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2007/08/whos-word-are-you-living-by.html' title='Cry of the self-absorbed'/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-3430864788139157569</id><published>2007-08-03T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T14:27:34.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Effin Health Care...</title><content type='html'>You know what? Im sick of public health care. I know alot of people will disagree with me on this one, but in my own selfishness, hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be 21 years of age in just a little over a month, and because of this detail, I am now no longer on my parent's plan, and now I have to pay just under $600 a year to continue getting my 'free' health care, and refusing to pay it does not fit into the government's best interest for a healthy, working young adult. So, now that Im shilling out about $200 every 4 months or so, what am I getting out of the deal? I can count the amount of times I've had to go to the hospital and/or clinic on one slightly disfigured 6-fingered hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice in my life have I ever gone to the ER. Once for a bad cut above my eye that needed stitches, once when I was hit by a car in second grade. How about that there walk-in clinic? I have had need to attend this bad boy, a grand total of 3 times in my life. 3. Once for a sliver the size of my pinky lodged into the flesh next to my eye, once for tonsilitis, and once for banging up my knee pretty bad playing football on ice. That's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking to yourself; "Hey moron! That's only 5! Duh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know the 6th time? When I was born, n00b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it that's all! All the members of my family each have probably less than 10 trips to either one of these places in their life. It's a freakin gong show! I have a 5 year old cousin who has spent more time in the ER for sniffles in any one year than my family of 5 combined. And for this they charge me and my siblings $600/month each, and my parents about $900/month for our family, which was the same even when all the kids were under the plan. (more shenanigans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion. I am against public health care, cuz I don't like wasting money so whiny hypochondriacs get free pills that they don't even effing need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Somehow this rant seems alot nicer than the way it sounded in my head when I was writing it. Please read it with an angry voice. okithxbbq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20623845-3430864788139157569?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/3430864788139157569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=3430864788139157569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/3430864788139157569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/3430864788139157569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2007/08/effin-health-care.html' title='Effin Health Care...'/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-6364226159283123846</id><published>2007-07-25T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T01:06:23.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s A Red Swingline Stapler...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Believe You Have My Stapler'/><title type='text'>I Don't Wanna Stop</title><content type='html'>Wow, this is a strange sensation. I haven't blogged in many moons, and I'm sure the 2 people that used to read this have long since moved on due to my lack of updates. Not really a whole heck of a lot has been going on of late though. I find it hard to write about my day-to-day occurances. I see blogs more as someplace to write things like revelations I've received, and if you're like me, song lyrics you like that nobody will ever read because, well, I wouldn't either to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I figured I'd give a lil update on what's been going on lately, even though there isn't much to say. Let people know that I'm not dead, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna bring back my 'lazy blogging' because it's enjoyable to do, and it seemed to get some good reception last time I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So, I don't know if I've just been outta the loop, but does anyone still go hang out anymore?&lt;br /&gt;-I haven't seen anyone in town more than a couple times over the past 3 months...weak...&lt;br /&gt;-I honestly think I've seen Tyson more than anyone...and he doesn't live here.&lt;br /&gt;-Ah well, if anyone wants to hang out, gimme a call. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;-Im usually working 6 evenings a week though...that also puts a damper on things.&lt;br /&gt;-If you've tried calling my cell, dont. It's been turned off, I'm still contemplating whether it's worth getting reactivated.&lt;br /&gt;-Call my house.&lt;br /&gt;-527-5301&lt;br /&gt;-If nobody answers, leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;-Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;-Most cell number don't come up and nobody answers 'unknown number' calls in this house.&lt;br /&gt;-Too many telemarketers.&lt;br /&gt;-I've pretty much got one month left in the Hat before I go back to MooseJaw.&lt;br /&gt;-That's a nice thought.&lt;br /&gt;-It means one month til I can see Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;-She's my favorite :D&lt;br /&gt;-But I'm also biased.&lt;br /&gt;-So...&lt;br /&gt;-Anyone check out the new Ozzy CD?&lt;br /&gt;-I know it's pointless to ask that on this blog...&lt;br /&gt;-Any of my readers who can name me more than 2 Ozzy songs?&lt;br /&gt;-Didn't think so...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Black Rain&lt;/em&gt; is pretty sweet though.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm addicted to it right now.&lt;br /&gt;-Not that you really care, to be honest this is all filler.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm already running low on things to write...&lt;br /&gt;-I'm gonna go get a drink - Leave on 9:20PM&lt;br /&gt;-And I return, it's now 1:50AM. How times flies when you have other things to do.&lt;br /&gt;-I did get my drink though, just now.&lt;br /&gt;-Nice, cold can of Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;-What did I do well I was gone you ask?&lt;br /&gt;-Im not gonna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;-Well, maybe I will...&lt;br /&gt;-I went to the bank.&lt;br /&gt;-Then watched a movie.&lt;br /&gt;-Team America: World Police&lt;br /&gt;-Pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;-Then I played a bit of Diablo II with Jordan online.&lt;br /&gt;-Now Im here again.&lt;br /&gt;-I bet you thought I did something exciting.&lt;br /&gt;-You were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;-This new Pepsi can design is odd...&lt;br /&gt;-Looks like it's trying to hard to look hip and X-Treem!&lt;br /&gt;-I could swear someone's hand is holding a lightning bold like a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;-Now that is &lt;strong&gt;X-TREEEEEM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Although, not in a good way...&lt;br /&gt;-So, anyway, seeing as I have no idea what to write anymore,&lt;br /&gt;-And I have no idea where I was going with this before I left on my 4 and a half hour hiatus,&lt;br /&gt;-I think this will be the end of lazyblog 1.2&lt;br /&gt;-To think, I just wasted 5 minutes of your time, almost 5 hours of my own, and we got nothing accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://spreadmystaplerandflyaway.ytmnd.com/"&gt;How awesome am I?*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I shall bid you all, adieu. May your lives be filled with wine, women and song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheers~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://staplercalledlove.ytmnd.com/"&gt;*-Very freakin awesome!&lt;/a&gt;&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/20623845-6364226159283123846?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6364226159283123846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=6364226159283123846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/6364226159283123846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/6364226159283123846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-wanna-stop.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wanna Stop'/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-6321634336203793808</id><published>2007-05-23T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T08:11:56.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get rhythm</title><content type='html'>I'm bored and out of creativity, so check this out instead of reading!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://petergriffonlives.ytmnd.com/"&gt;Spaloosh!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20623845-6321634336203793808?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6321634336203793808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=6321634336203793808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/6321634336203793808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/6321634336203793808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-bored-and-out-of-creativity-spaloosh.html' title='Get rhythm'/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-8012226636002655743</id><published>2007-04-03T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:40:28.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well...I figured I havent posted any real posts on here for awhile, so what better time than when I have about 3 tons of homework looming over my head thats due in 2 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as most everyone who actually reads this probably knows, I met someone! Well, met isn't exactly the right word, I've known her for 7 months, although we never really talked at all. I always thought she was scared of me! But I figured I'd go ahead and confirm any rumors that have been going around, we have been 'together' since April Fools Day, and I'm pretty excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Her name is Cheryl and she goes to the beauty school here in MooseJaw, but lives in the IBC dorms. That's really all I have time for right now! Hope you're all enjoying life! I'll see you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/RhLW6s9jJRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjS1OaCIpic/s1600-h/Evil+Clowns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049334436225819922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/RhLW6s9jJRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjS1OaCIpic/s320/Evil+Clowns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evil Clowns!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/RhLXDs9jJSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/C8h2WxvhVLM/s1600-h/Cheryl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049334590844642594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/RhLXDs9jJSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/C8h2WxvhVLM/s320/Cheryl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite pictures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20623845-8012226636002655743?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/8012226636002655743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=8012226636002655743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/8012226636002655743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/8012226636002655743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2007/04/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/RhLW6s9jJRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YjS1OaCIpic/s72-c/Evil+Clowns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-158534904912425552</id><published>2007-02-25T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:06:17.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Inside...Close The Door...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was conscious only of following my fancies as a butterfly, and was unconscious of my individuality as a man.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Suddenly I awoke, and there I lay, myself again..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming that I am a man." --Chuang-Tzu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20623845-158534904912425552?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/158534904912425552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=158534904912425552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/158534904912425552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/158534904912425552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2007/02/once-upon-time-i-dreamt-i-was-butterfly.html' title='Step Inside...Close The Door...'/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-117143980743633511</id><published>2007-02-13T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:04:05.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BLIND SEE 20/20</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess it's been a little while since I posted anything meaningful on here. Life moves pretty quick at Bible College, but at the same time there isn't a whole lot to write home about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an interesting meeting with our Vice President today...I've been nominated for the position of Dorm Leader for next year. It's really cool but I definately have mixed feelings about it. On the one hand it would be a really cool experience that would shave either 2 or 4 thousand dollars off of my tuition. (Pending on whether or not I do it alone or have a 2nd DL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other side of the scales, it might be a little too much commitment. I would like to have a 2nd man with me so I can have some time to myself, but I still don't even know if I'm going to be coming back next year or not. I left the option open to come back for various reasons, but I don't know if it's something I think I should do...the only problem is I have no idea what else I should/could do...it's all a little puzzling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of things, I hit some really cool revelations today. It started as a pretty bad day but after a good long talk with a couple of the students here, I learned alot about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters I betcha never knew I've never really accepted Christ into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I don't believe in God or anything but I have never gone through the usual rituals and/or prayers to acknowledge my faith. I've been comtemplating having one of my best friends in the world here share the moment with me, but I've also been thinking about a public declaration in front of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll just keep on living my life the way I am, God doesn't seem to have a big problem with it. At least, I don't think he'd throw ministry opportunities at me like he has if he did. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also begun a process to come to terms with my family relationship...I never realized it before but I've always been more ashamed to admit that I'm a Christian to my own family than anything else. It kinda sucks, but it's just life, ya know? I don't really know why though. I'm even a little ashamed to tell my relatives I go to Bible College...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all on the way. And it's nothing I'm too worried about. It's the way I've lived my whole life so it's not sad or depressing, it's merely the norm. So until next time, I wish you all the very best, and to the folks in Medicine Hat I should be home for a week starting on the 26th or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can be nothing more than Natural until God get his Super on...&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/20623845-117143980743633511?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/117143980743633511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=117143980743633511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/117143980743633511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/117143980743633511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2007/02/blind-see-2020-well-i-guess-its-been.html' title='THE BLIND SEE 20/20'/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-117057348494947120</id><published>2007-02-03T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:04:32.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boondock Saints</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Family Prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And Shepherds we shall be&lt;br /&gt;For thee, my Lord, for thee.&lt;br /&gt;Power hath descended forth from Thy hand&lt;br /&gt;Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands.&lt;br /&gt;So we shall flow a river forth to Thee&lt;br /&gt;And teeming with souls shall it ever be.&lt;br /&gt;In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Il Duce's Prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And when I vest my flashing sword And my hand takes hold in judgement I will take vengeance upon mine enemies And I will repay those who hase me O Lord, raise me to Thy right hand And count me amoung Thy saints ."&lt;br /&gt;"Whosoever shed last blood. By man shall his blood be shed. For immunity of god make he the man. Destroy all that which is evil. So that which is good may flourish. And I shall count thee amoung my favoured sheep. And you shall have the protection of all the angels in heaven."&lt;br /&gt;"Never shall innocent blood be shed. Yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeaful striking hammer of god. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20623845-117057348494947120?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/117057348494947120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=117057348494947120' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/117057348494947120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/117057348494947120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2007/02/boondock-saints-family-prayer-and.html' title='Boondock Saints'/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-116901548056858805</id><published>2007-01-16T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:05:01.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times slipping away...</title><content type='html'>Still dont have time for a real update, but I want to share this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a worship song I wrote for an assignment. I had a some help with the other 2 people playing the song (Jer on guitar, and Keshia is learning Bass just for it - how hardcore is that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is. When you read it think Lifehouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWJDi – Why Would Jesus Do It? (Working title)&lt;br /&gt;By: Kurtis, Jeradan, and Keshia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 1&lt;br /&gt;Day after day, we’re going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Day after day, we’ll carry on.&lt;br /&gt;And day by day, we’re growing weary.&lt;br /&gt;And day by day, we’re bein’ led on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the day, turns into evening&lt;br /&gt;We seek refuge, anywhere we can&lt;br /&gt;And as the day, turns into a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere but, to you we ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you always&lt;br /&gt;Into your Holy Place&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you always&lt;br /&gt;Giving you all my praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2&lt;br /&gt;Night and Day, You lift my troubles&lt;br /&gt;Night and Day, You replace my fears&lt;br /&gt;And everyday, You lift me higher&lt;br /&gt;And everyday, You wipe my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someday, when the light fades to darkness&lt;br /&gt;And on that day, I’ll see you face to face&lt;br /&gt;And someday I’ll sit in your presence&lt;br /&gt;And on that day, you’ll judge my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;How do you make it look so easy?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always feel so hard?&lt;br /&gt;Why do my burdens feel so heavy?&lt;br /&gt;You take them, with hands they scarred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS (X2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALE&lt;br /&gt;Night and Day, You lift my troubles&lt;br /&gt;Night and Day, You replace my fears&lt;br /&gt;And everyday…&lt;br /&gt;Everyday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20623845-116901548056858805?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/116901548056858805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=116901548056858805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/116901548056858805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/116901548056858805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2007/01/still-dont-have-time-for-real-update.html' title='Times slipping away...'/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-116747615968020906</id><published>2006-12-30T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:55:59.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I forogt about this thing...Ah well, I havent blogged anywhere in at least a month. I think it's a dying art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days ago I was flipping through the archives of my MSN Space, and I came across quite a few blogs that I wrote just for the sake of being funny. They made me laugh even though I wrote them, so I decided to try and write another one and guess what came out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a darn thing. I think Ive lost the funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until next time I remember this thing, adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20623845-116747615968020906?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/116747615968020906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=116747615968020906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/116747615968020906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/116747615968020906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-think-i-forogt-about-this-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-115956539953300676</id><published>2006-09-29T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T14:29:59.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, at the request of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; person who reads this, I will write in this white box on my screen. I don't really know what to write. College is a blast. Well...everything except the actual learning. The guys dorm of full of craziness. Mattress jumping, 2Am dodgeball, bottle-of-water tag, and a bunch of jokes and horseplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the coolest thing ever last night. My new buddy Stephen showed us how 4 guys can lift anyone off the ground with 2 fingers apiece. Shortly thereafter we lifted Stephen himself. (He's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; big boy!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are mediocre. We just finished the first Block 'Bible Intro' which sucked pretty bad. Now we're doing 'Communication' which is basically just an English class, but it's better than BI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that it's just been alot of hanging out and burning things. Hopefully I'll be able to make it home for Thanksgiving. There's a few people here that are going to the Hat and they might have an extra seat. That'd be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for that silly Jelea girl, my interenet here sucks, so I dont know when you sent that E-mail. If you have left, I hope you have a blast, if not...well...still have a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when's Thanksgiving? Are you gonna be in the Hat for that..??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20623845-115956539953300676?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/115956539953300676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=115956539953300676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/115956539953300676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/115956539953300676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-at-request-of-one-person-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-115749139039517858</id><published>2006-09-05T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:23:12.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At college now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been keeping busy, just unloaded 20-some new beds for all the people in dorms, and now I gotta go see some people I haven't seen in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to keep this up as much as possible, but I wont make any promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20623845-115749139039517858?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/115749139039517858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=115749139039517858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/115749139039517858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/115749139039517858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2006/09/at-college-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-115414808121880509</id><published>2006-07-28T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:44:29.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well, here we are at week 2. I'd like to restate my little disclaimer.&lt;br /&gt;This is my site, I don't care if you like it, I hope it makes you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this week's topic you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it with christians and secular music? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably one of the most senseless things I've ever experienced. People are always complaining to me about secular music. How &lt;em&gt;The devil speaks to you through it&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;It makes me feel bad about myself&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have these problems, I don't think it's because the songs you listen to aren't "Godly enough" or whatever, I think it's just a negative personality listening to the wrong type of music.&lt;br /&gt;Music is about your own personal taste. If there's one thing I hate, it's looking through a friend's CD album and finding &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the same CD's that everyone else has. How can you express yourself through the music that you're listening to if you're trapped under the influence of christian music. Well, trapped is far too strong a word, but at least it gets my point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we're facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like rock, you probably have at least one of these CD's&lt;br /&gt;-Thousand Foot Krutch&lt;br /&gt;-Disciple&lt;br /&gt;-Skillet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like Worship:&lt;br /&gt;-Hillsong United&lt;br /&gt;-Michael W Smith&lt;br /&gt;-Chris Tomlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative:&lt;br /&gt;-Kutless&lt;br /&gt;-Audio Adrenaline&lt;br /&gt;-Newsboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap/Hip-Hop:&lt;br /&gt;-Grits-&lt;br /&gt;KJ-52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that these bands/performers aren't good at what they do, but how much variety can you really have? You have the above bands (and a bunch of nearly identical others) or you can listen to your hair grow. Nothing in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more you can experience if you just don't let bad music get to you and ruin it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morale: If you don't like secular music. That's fine, but don't give some garbage excuse about it. Maybe learn to experience a little more variety in life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20623845-115414808121880509?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/115414808121880509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=115414808121880509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/115414808121880509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/115414808121880509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-here-we-are-at-week-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-115352184162025263</id><published>2006-07-21T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T15:51:03.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So, I've been thinking quite a bit on what I should have my first post be about, I don't care if you like it, I hope it makes you think...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks topic is going to be Over-Spiritualism. Now, I know everyone who's ever stepped foot into a church has seen this, whether you know it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overspiritualism is one of my biggest problems with organized religion. Nothing makes me cringe like someone giving a testimony about something they consider a huge blessing and is in God's will, for example, an aquaintence of mine recently bought a new car, he didn't need a new car, he was just sick of his old one. Now, it's a pretty nice car, and I congratulated him on his purchase, but when he uttered the horrific words, I wanted to smack him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What words did he say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yep. God really blessed me with this vehicle"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry, what? God blessed you with this vehicle? I'm pretty sure anyone could get a vehicle if they saved as long as you had. It's not exactly a hard blessing to achieve if you're simply going out and buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey guys! Check out this awesome Ice cream cone God just blessed me with!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ridiculous. A blessing would be if God had brought the vehicle into your life. Another friend of mine once recieved a car from someone is his church for the grand total of...a dollar. That's right, One Dollar. (Canadian no less!) This is what I would call a blessing. It's something he needed to get to work and church, it was never brought to the seller's attention that he was in the market for a car. It was as simple a thought process as;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has no car + I have an old car = I feel like sowing into his future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful thing when you witness a true blessing, but when I see someone being ungrateful for what they have because they don't need it, they deserve a slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, that's about it for today. Leave a comment if you want. If you want to argue the point or try to change my mind, please take your thoughts elsewhere as I'm not going to waste my time on it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20623845-115352184162025263?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/115352184162025263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=115352184162025263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/115352184162025263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/115352184162025263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-ive-been-thinking-quite-bit-on-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20623845.post-115326655716029086</id><published>2006-07-18T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:51:07.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I felt like starting a new little site. It's not a blog, it's just some random thoughts I figured I'd throw togther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update this once a week or so, but I can't promise anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stay tuned for the next couple of days for my first post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20623845-115326655716029086?l=koitiz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/feeds/115326655716029086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20623845&amp;postID=115326655716029086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/115326655716029086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20623845/posts/default/115326655716029086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koitiz.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-i-felt-like-starting-new-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Koitiz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vg-ZB1dBfGM/S9m04Jg1ZlI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUIvJRxdoss/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
