<?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-2003549467429079930</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:55:00.690-07:00</updated><category term='Song'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Truth'/><category term='Maybe'/><category term='Promise'/><category term='Sexuality'/><category term='Running'/><category term='The Girl'/><category term='Spark'/><category term='Craving'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Revelation'/><category term='Family'/><category term='God'/><category term='Music'/><category term='loss'/><category term='Fly'/><category term='Nothing'/><category term='oooooooooo'/><category term='Tears'/><category term='The Boy'/><category term='Perfection'/><category term='Fable'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Men'/><category term='Smile'/><category term='Discovery'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Romance'/><category term='Ocean Dredging For The Soul'/><category term='Lol'/><category term='The Man'/><category term='strength'/><category term='Wonderment'/><category term='Time'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='Admirable'/><category term='Remember'/><category term='love'/><category term='Soul'/><category term='past'/><category term='Youth'/><title type='text'>Sounds aren't sufficent to describe the feeling</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-827581493850133810</id><published>2009-12-07T00:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:45:29.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey 2</title><content type='html'>Any of you who follow this blog PLEASE PLEASE read my other http://native-hauora.blogspot.com its rather long but is important to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-827581493850133810?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/827581493850133810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=827581493850133810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/827581493850133810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/827581493850133810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-2.html' title='Hey 2'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-8276363000112281113</id><published>2009-12-03T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:38:51.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>For all of you who follow my blog firstly... why there SURELY has to be better writing to read, but secondly i have a new blog address. the reason being the ready availability of blogging means the standards of my writing have dropped and this blog i hope will be different &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://native-hauora.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-8276363000112281113?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/8276363000112281113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=8276363000112281113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/8276363000112281113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/8276363000112281113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-6741487027346006190</id><published>2009-11-20T02:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T02:12:26.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love Song...</title><content type='html'>You scare me half to death when I think about saying your name&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wipe away the cold sweat that holds me when you smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of you, smiles steal the frown from my face, and my heart tries to leap out of my chest to get back on your trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequent flyer miles fill my head with all the time I'm flying to your side&lt;br /&gt;These moments are fleeting running out as fast as my hearts beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we sit down the sand in your hair and the ocean on the piano keys&lt;br /&gt;Musical sea breeze fills the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you’re leaving and we could be over but let’s take this moment and set it free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when I take your hand, and you take my heart, even though you don’t know it I never want to part.&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye one too many times, and now I'm locked in climbing vines&lt;br /&gt;Pulling me higher away, till I cling to the stratosphere gasping from the lack of air way up high&lt;br /&gt;But the pain in my temple can hardly resemble the tear in my heart&lt;br /&gt; From this earth pulling me apart from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for all of my strength I still crush our love and you hide again&lt;br /&gt;From the heart that beats everyday for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm just a soldier a boy getting older&lt;br /&gt;You’re just a girl in a parade whose beauty can’t fade&lt;br /&gt;While I sit on the sidelines gun in my hand&lt;br /&gt;You shine like diamonds scattered in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swirling sunlight casting your spotlight&lt;br /&gt;Catch the fire that levelled my heart&lt;br /&gt;From one little spark it was over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can ask for is for you to come over and sit in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Spend time making memories as kisses taste like honey &lt;br /&gt;I say something funny but forget to laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t help but smile because all the while&lt;br /&gt;I'm wooing your heart&lt;br /&gt;Your still sitting in the sand with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-6741487027346006190?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6741487027346006190/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-2731013202987359978</id><published>2009-11-18T23:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:47:19.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>It is not out of some misplaced sense of obligation that we must act, but instead in all things Love. Dont hate death, but love the sacred gift of life. In love not spite nor reaction we must act, let grace and compassion fuel our hearts to beat in time with the movement of our feet- TMH WORLDWIDE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-2731013202987359978?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/2731013202987359978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=2731013202987359978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/2731013202987359978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/2731013202987359978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-4487699284648334381</id><published>2009-11-01T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:10:51.819-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Those days</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have those days, where all the bad things, or at least a lot of them, the bad things/memories come back to you, not necessarily the hurt or that but the memory comes back, many at once.&lt;br /&gt;The bad things youve done, the bad person youve been.&lt;br /&gt;Depressing days where you look back and just, cringe at the things that have happened&lt;br /&gt;You look at your reflection in your mind and you know thats not you.&lt;br /&gt;But it was, and always will be a part of you.&lt;br /&gt;See i look back at the people ive hurt, the pain ive caused and it burns&lt;br /&gt;Because i know im not him... &lt;br /&gt;Regret i think isnt necessarily a negative thing, i think many people try not to regret anything they have ever done, claim to be proud of every moment of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;But there are things i regret things that have happened and things that havent.&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities wasted, missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really know the point of blogging this. but i did anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-4487699284648334381?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/4487699284648334381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=4487699284648334381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4487699284648334381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4487699284648334381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-days.html' title='Those days'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-6943554583052442104</id><published>2009-10-25T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T02:05:39.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spark'/><title type='text'>Sparks</title><content type='html'>Sparks are a funny thing... see sparks never really go out.&lt;br /&gt;They arent like fires, which you must feed, they are the start of the fire.&lt;br /&gt;Now the fires gone out, yes almost certainly.&lt;br /&gt;But the spark&lt;br /&gt;The Glint is still there... and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I keep it submerged.&lt;br /&gt;But it arises, and flickers&lt;br /&gt;It burns&lt;br /&gt;Stings&lt;br /&gt;An itch deep deep within&lt;br /&gt;I just need an hour, think with me.&lt;br /&gt;One hour, but i know its not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One becomes two, then two becomes one night&lt;br /&gt;Then a week, month&lt;br /&gt;Then I sleep at square one.&lt;br /&gt;But the spark&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful when it lights&lt;br /&gt;For that brief but albeit... spectacular moment&lt;br /&gt;Its alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave that again.&lt;br /&gt;But i dont carry the torch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-6943554583052442104?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6943554583052442104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=6943554583052442104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/6943554583052442104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/6943554583052442104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/10/sparks.html' title='Sparks'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-899067462362202971</id><published>2009-10-11T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:46:46.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blues</title><content type='html'>Oh man do i love the blues.&lt;br /&gt;The entire concept of it is great, sadness fueling sound.&lt;br /&gt;Just love it.&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer + the John Mayer trio, B.B king, Ray Charles.&lt;br /&gt;They are great.&lt;br /&gt;Blues can be so smooth, but so gritty, its fluid and emotive&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats why i like it so much.&lt;br /&gt;A bent string sings words i dont know yet.&lt;br /&gt;The bass just resonates deep inside, then the tones on the guitar whisper a kiss in your ears.&lt;br /&gt;as the brushes stroke the drums... oh its heavenly torment.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet disaster.&lt;br /&gt;I love the blues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-899067462362202971?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/899067462362202971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=899067462362202971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/899067462362202971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/899067462362202971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/10/blues.html' title='The Blues'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-2561620189287895719</id><published>2009-10-04T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:52:38.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night</title><content type='html'>Tonight at church there was a message that really spoke to me, thats not what this is about.&lt;br /&gt;After church, i just talked to some people old friends, that shouldnt be called 'old friends.&lt;br /&gt;It was great, not everyone was perfect, but everyone was real.&lt;br /&gt;Loved it.&lt;br /&gt;Want it to continue&lt;br /&gt;Ive been really lonely this year, and hav always wanted this sense of community, craved it as we all do. &lt;br /&gt;Now that ive just put one foot in front of the other.&lt;br /&gt;Im gna keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;And grow it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-2561620189287895719?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/2561620189287895719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=2561620189287895719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/2561620189287895719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/2561620189287895719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-night.html' title='Good night'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-9189096959968926775</id><published>2009-09-14T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:18:11.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><title type='text'>Her Smile</title><content type='html'>It is a rare thing&lt;br /&gt;To cause a smile, to spark the fire &lt;br /&gt;Of joy&lt;br /&gt;To delight in the sight of another&lt;br /&gt;Tis truly a rare thing&lt;br /&gt;The setting of the sun, paints the world in amber blaze&lt;br /&gt;Yet the smile of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Sets the heart ablaze&lt;br /&gt;In the sight of a smile&lt;br /&gt;The world holds its breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is a true joy&lt;br /&gt;An untouchable joy&lt;br /&gt;Then men see&lt;br /&gt;Then men hear&lt;br /&gt;Then men know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the moment between the breath&lt;br /&gt;The world breathes again&lt;br /&gt;The smile fades&lt;br /&gt;To cross anothers face&lt;br /&gt;On a starry lit night&lt;br /&gt;Whilst fireflies dance&lt;br /&gt;And stars romance&lt;br /&gt;A smile &lt;br /&gt;For a boy&lt;br /&gt;From a girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-9189096959968926775?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/9189096959968926775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=9189096959968926775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/9189096959968926775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/9189096959968926775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/09/her-smile.html' title='Her Smile'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-4007709179495023043</id><published>2009-08-12T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:15:04.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weep</title><content type='html'>I weep&lt;br /&gt;For the man who works nights, and cant see his kids during the day just to make ends meet&lt;br /&gt;I weep&lt;br /&gt;For the man who works hard everyday, for a future the world wont give him&lt;br /&gt;I weep &lt;br /&gt;For the souls of parihaka&lt;br /&gt;I weep &lt;br /&gt;For the mockery we make of our people&lt;br /&gt;I weep &lt;br /&gt;For the pain&lt;br /&gt;I weep &lt;br /&gt;Because of the pain&lt;br /&gt;I weep&lt;br /&gt;For my Whakapapa&lt;br /&gt;I weep&lt;br /&gt;For my Hapu&lt;br /&gt;I weep&lt;br /&gt;For my tupuna&lt;br /&gt;I weep&lt;br /&gt;For the women, who love those, who strike them&lt;br /&gt;I weep&lt;br /&gt;tears of blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my iwi slips from me&lt;br /&gt;As my hapu leaves me&lt;br /&gt;As Maori Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once&lt;br /&gt;....Were&lt;br /&gt;........Warriors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me, to see where my culture is... the tears &lt;br /&gt;Will steel me&lt;br /&gt;Will harden my resolve&lt;br /&gt;Kia Kaha&lt;br /&gt;Will be etched on my soul&lt;br /&gt;As my tamariki&lt;br /&gt;My Moko&lt;br /&gt;Will KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are of a people, of Mana, of Kaha, of Heritage&lt;br /&gt;But to know that&lt;br /&gt;To see that&lt;br /&gt;I must first&lt;br /&gt;Revive it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-4007709179495023043?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/4007709179495023043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=4007709179495023043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4007709179495023043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4007709179495023043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/08/weep.html' title='Weep'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-3130204725385296918</id><published>2009-07-24T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T03:28:34.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>Church, a group of people coming together to meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the core of its description, this is what Church should be, a meeting of people.&lt;br /&gt;People, not programs, not songs, not speakers&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;Of every denomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Community, people&lt;br /&gt;These are the things Jesus did, walked to and with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper fit for him&lt;br /&gt;Genesis, it is not good that the man should be alone.&lt;br /&gt;We are meant to be in relationship with people, all people, rich, poor, black, white.&lt;br /&gt;The walk of Christ... its a journey we need to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Church is doing it wrong... but instead of complaining, how do we turn it around, how?&lt;br /&gt;the eternal question... in light of this, what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to make a start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-3130204725385296918?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/3130204725385296918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=3130204725385296918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/3130204725385296918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/3130204725385296918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/07/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-3278728679915243033</id><published>2009-06-29T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:54:11.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><title type='text'>God Rest Their Souls</title><content type='html'>May 11, 1981 Bob Marley Died&lt;br /&gt;September, 28, 1991 Miles Davis Died&lt;br /&gt;November,24 1991 Freddie Mercury Died&lt;br /&gt;June 10, 2004 Ray Charles Died&lt;br /&gt;December, 25, 2006 James Brown Died&lt;br /&gt;June 25, 2009 Michael Jackson Died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are but some of the names to have left this world in relatively recent times.&lt;br /&gt;The people mentioned above are some of the most talented musicians, performers, and artists of our time.&lt;br /&gt;There are many more names that deserve to sit amongst such talented human beings, many of which have died.&lt;br /&gt;This loss of extraordinary talent leaves such a vacuum in this world, and there are too few to fill it.&lt;br /&gt;Artists like Billy Joel, Eric Clapton, Stevie Wonder, Elton John, Tina Turner still remain, but these people are of a generation past.&lt;br /&gt;In my generation, i dont see the same talent, and im worried for the future.&lt;br /&gt;Todays celebrities are exactly that, celebrities, seekers of fame not seekers of excellence, the talent of the past sought that excellene, had those high standards, and left audiences screaming for more.&lt;br /&gt;John Lenon, one of the most loved and respected men on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;But where are they in my generation.&lt;br /&gt;In a generation of self gratification to the extreme, where fame is its own talent, where do we look for the hope.&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus, Souljah Boy, Taylor Swift, The Jonas Brothers?&lt;br /&gt;The future looks grim for the culture of this world.&lt;br /&gt;There are signs of hope, John Mayer, Amos Lee, Eminem, Justin Timberlake.&lt;br /&gt;But too few to warrant security, i fear we have lost what true hope was left in the world, or are loosing it to fast to replace.&lt;br /&gt;The world ahead may be a dark one, if someones voice doesnt light the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-3278728679915243033?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/3278728679915243033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=3278728679915243033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/3278728679915243033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/3278728679915243033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-rest-their-souls.html' title='God Rest Their Souls'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-5882349574128300032</id><published>2009-06-10T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:23:57.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelation'/><title type='text'>Bible College</title><content type='html'>I attended a young adults group at my church last tuesday just gone.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to give it one more go, as i had decided to not attend it because it was a tad to social for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;A leader of ours, was speaking about God and how his Grace extends not only to us in the form of eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;But also in the form of predicaments... situational Grace.&lt;br /&gt;God who changes circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;Now i attend bible college in Nz, and as such have acquired a small amount of theological knowledge, and immediately had several "buts..." to this issue, to quote a lecturer of mine "What God does sometimes he doesnt do all the time"&lt;br /&gt;That God althoug he could change circumstances, due to him being both 100% just and 100% merciful must abide by the law. E.g the cross, the law is that the price for sin is death, the mercy and justice is that although the price was paid, it was paid by Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;and my explination for why God didnt drastically change circumstances was that He must abide by his law, Freewill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared this to little reaction and little understanding i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other explinations of the room were as follows.&lt;br /&gt;God lets us have these experiences to test us&lt;br /&gt;"                "                 to strengthen us&lt;br /&gt;Gods Grace wouldnt matter if we were perfect, these times serve to make Grace needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt believe their responses, they werent correct... theologically they were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;My understanding of God...but then i stopped...right there.&lt;br /&gt;MY understanding..... ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and thought to myself... sure, i may be correct, theologically, but theology doesnt account for the mystery of God.. it doesnt account for his command of the cosmos.. of the creation of light.... of the breathing of stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i had witnissed was (as i like to call it) small town faith... Faith born of a human understanding of God.&lt;br /&gt;not a scholarly...mathmatical, structured, predictable understanding.&lt;br /&gt;But an understanding of A+B=God&lt;br /&gt;Thats the danger of learning about God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn ABOUT him... Not from Him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-5882349574128300032?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5882349574128300032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=5882349574128300032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5882349574128300032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5882349574128300032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/06/bible-college.html' title='Bible College'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-2510609585012110859</id><published>2009-06-07T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:32:04.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember the first...............time i saw your face&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first...............time you took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;on that late summer evening sitting down on the porch, i remember you and the shirt that you wore, the shine in your eyes matched the stars in the sky and i thanked him for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-2510609585012110859?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/2510609585012110859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=2510609585012110859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/2510609585012110859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/2510609585012110859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-remember-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-5630313809158427828</id><published>2009-06-03T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T02:55:53.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><title type='text'>Ooooo</title><content type='html'>I know her face&lt;br /&gt;...But not her taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know her sound&lt;br /&gt;...Yet not where she is found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my heart&lt;br /&gt;...Yet not her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty lifts my eyes, as the moonlight pulls the sun from its slumber&lt;br /&gt;As the stars fade, the light still remains&lt;br /&gt;The dawn brings with it a new promise&lt;br /&gt;Of the same beauty that i know&lt;br /&gt;That is distant, yet every near.&lt;br /&gt;I see her, and i smile, i talk to her and i smile&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats... does she know&lt;br /&gt;Can she know...&lt;br /&gt;I want her to know, the rush&lt;br /&gt;Whether we are kindred, or i am of my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear, the thrill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-5630313809158427828?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5630313809158427828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=5630313809158427828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5630313809158427828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5630313809158427828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/06/ooooo.html' title='Ooooo'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-2006579045722498105</id><published>2009-05-02T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T04:20:49.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>Tonights Prayer</title><content type='html'>Doesn't it hurt so much when you hear that people you know have been talking about you behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it just cut really deep&lt;br /&gt;Get past all the wondering about whether what they are saying is true.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;It made me second guess myself, and now im not sure if i do the things i do because theyr the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Or if im self serving.&lt;br /&gt;Lord i need you right now, i need to know your here, and i need to hear you&lt;br /&gt;Please Lord come find me, please Lord Find me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-2006579045722498105?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/2006579045722498105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=2006579045722498105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/2006579045722498105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/2006579045722498105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/05/tonights-prayer.html' title='Tonights Prayer'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-7725844140368510871</id><published>2009-04-23T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:03:32.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remember'/><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>Moments it seems, do last forever&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first kiss...that moment in which so much happened&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes caught you... as you fell into her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the moment, before the moment...where her eyes dropped to your lips&lt;br /&gt;making them twitch.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer, your heart doing things... you dont understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beating so fast, that it doesnt beat at all, and why would it&lt;br /&gt;When its reason &lt;br /&gt;Is in front of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, you meet... just meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its...&lt;br /&gt;   So...&lt;br /&gt;     Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Touch, the slightest run across your lips&lt;br /&gt;The Love of your life telling you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a kiss'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your hands meet with hers, and the symphony plays&lt;br /&gt;A rendition of Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment, hold this please hold onto this&lt;br /&gt;As soon as its begun&lt;br /&gt;Its over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything else has just begun...&lt;br /&gt;Once was not enough&lt;br /&gt;So you hold her, tighter than you really know, and it seems that she as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt want to Let Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please everyone take the time to remember these moments, if you dont, they never really happened.&lt;br /&gt;This kiss, it only lasted for a moment, but in that moment in this piece of history she was my world and i was hers, it doesnt matter who i am, or who she is&lt;br /&gt;What matters is what was&lt;br /&gt;And because it was it will always be.&lt;br /&gt;In one moment i fell into utter love for another, and that is worth remembering&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-7725844140368510871?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/7725844140368510871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=7725844140368510871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/7725844140368510871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/7725844140368510871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-4778835254829567285</id><published>2009-04-13T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:51:50.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idea Of Constant Reality</title><content type='html'>I love reality, being completley real with someone, not sugar coating things.&lt;br /&gt;but is it whats needed at all times. &lt;br /&gt;Thats a tough question to answer i think.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, to many people especially in churches (and im probably not excluded from this) sugar coat things, dont deal with the issue&lt;br /&gt;Let Go and Let God&lt;br /&gt;I dont doubt God's power to radically change circumstances in a heartbeat, but i do doubt that he does that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends with alcohol problems, drug addictions, i have problems with sexual immorality, lust all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that we just pray through it, that a lot of people arent pro active ESPECIALLY IN CHURCH&lt;br /&gt;Oh its ok mate, lets pray for you, God loves you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;That sentence doesnt solve problems, not that we should view people as projects but to truly love someone means to endevour to get the best for them.&lt;br /&gt;and for that we need reality&lt;br /&gt;Hey bro, i think you have an addiction to alcohol bro, im not judging you for it, i wont think less of you for it mate, but you need help and in my opinion its fact mate, you are addicted.&lt;br /&gt;Why is that a hard sentence to say.&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-4778835254829567285?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/4778835254829567285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=4778835254829567285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4778835254829567285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4778835254829567285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/04/idea-of-constant-reality.html' title='The Idea Of Constant Reality'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-8428644363361997374</id><published>2009-03-23T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T03:12:58.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Clare</title><content type='html'>I gaze upon the sundrenched Girl&lt;br /&gt;Bathed in all the Glory Of the World&lt;br /&gt;But a shimmer here and a shimmer there&lt;br /&gt;Cannot stem her Flowing tears&lt;br /&gt;a smile outside&lt;br /&gt;while a fire burns&lt;br /&gt;Beauty eternal&lt;br /&gt;Her heart Doth yearn&lt;br /&gt;For a sweeter taste upon her lips&lt;br /&gt;For another to lock with her finger tips&lt;br /&gt;To hold her close without a touch&lt;br /&gt;To rid her of winters Icy Cluth&lt;br /&gt;There will be a day i pray it soon&lt;br /&gt;in the setting of the noon&lt;br /&gt;when rain shall fall upon her smile&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will shine for a while&lt;br /&gt;and on this day upon that hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be her heart that he shall fill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-8428644363361997374?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/8428644363361997374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=8428644363361997374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/8428644363361997374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/8428644363361997374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-clare.html' title='For Clare'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-2749922528045952983</id><published>2009-03-12T02:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:58:59.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fly'/><title type='text'>To Fly</title><content type='html'>I jumped&lt;br /&gt;So high&lt;br /&gt;I saw it once and had to fly&lt;br /&gt;Fly to Reach&lt;br /&gt;Reach to Hold&lt;br /&gt;and Hold to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leapt so high, clouds and the world dropped away&lt;br /&gt;a flight so high&lt;br /&gt;impossible to land&lt;br /&gt;each time I come closer&lt;br /&gt;and closer&lt;br /&gt;but further away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love&lt;br /&gt;To Fly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-2749922528045952983?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/2749922528045952983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-585992881055266022</id><published>2009-02-25T23:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:08:55.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>Finished</title><content type='html'>I thought I used to know&lt;br /&gt;About the script behind the show&lt;br /&gt;But the magazines lie&lt;br /&gt;They pull angels from the sky&lt;br /&gt;When beauty is made on a computer screen&lt;br /&gt;Instead of what’s in front of me&lt;br /&gt;And you ask me why&lt;br /&gt;Why the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;When we idolise what’s pleasing to the eyes&lt;br /&gt;We take our gaze away &lt;br /&gt;We wander far astray&lt;br /&gt;And were lost in the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to any kind &lt;br /&gt;Any kind of love we find&lt;br /&gt;And you ask me why&lt;br /&gt;The stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;Locked behind prison bars&lt;br /&gt;Built by fallen stars&lt;br /&gt;Shading your starlight&lt;br /&gt;And social expectations&lt;br /&gt;Increasing complications&lt;br /&gt;On this heavenly earth&lt;br /&gt;We stare away from the hurt&lt;br /&gt;And you ask me why&lt;br /&gt;The stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;And ill tell you why&lt;br /&gt;Its because of you and I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-585992881055266022?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/585992881055266022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=585992881055266022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>Ive been away, since the Thursday just gone.&lt;br /&gt;Went up north with the family... my brother is home from England with his girl.&lt;br /&gt;My Brother Scott came up from Wellington with his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;My sister Tessa and her family came Damian, Oliver (9) Lachlan (5) and Charlotte (3) &lt;br /&gt;My Brother Nick came too.&lt;br /&gt;My Mum Linda&lt;br /&gt;My Dad Steven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a big family... i was an uncle at 8 years old.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to countless family gatherings, tangi, funerals, weddings, parties, Christmas's you name it Ive done it.&lt;br /&gt;But..... only today... only now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i understand how blessed i am by them.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed by my family&lt;br /&gt;I realised how much i love them today&lt;br /&gt;My Dad fought his way out of a home... an abusive home which would have had him on the same destructive path as so many of my culture are.&lt;br /&gt;He promised himself he would never be like his father... never, ever&lt;br /&gt;He promised my mother he would never be like his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father left home at 15, was married by 18 and still is&lt;br /&gt;My father... deserves nothing but the utmost respect&lt;br /&gt;My father is strong, quiet, brilliant, loving and wonderful&lt;br /&gt;My father is who i want to become, he may not have a university qualifications&lt;br /&gt;My father is the smartest man I will ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother is the strongest woman i know&lt;br /&gt;My mother loves to garden&lt;br /&gt;My mother cared so much about her kids that before they were born she decided, they wouldn't be raised as she was.&lt;br /&gt;My mother did what by rights all of us kids should have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;She cleaned everyone elses mess before she had the chance to make her own&lt;br /&gt;My mother was married at 18 and still is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is the oldest of 5 children&lt;br /&gt;My sister helped raised me and still does&lt;br /&gt;My sister will never ever stop defending me&lt;br /&gt;My sister loves all her family&lt;br /&gt;All her family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Are&lt;br /&gt;My Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren't perfect&lt;br /&gt;They are Strong&lt;br /&gt;They aren't always fun&lt;br /&gt;They always care&lt;br /&gt;They will never, ever let anything happen to those we care about&lt;br /&gt;Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to be a part of this family&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have their love&lt;br /&gt;I am not the son i want to be for them&lt;br /&gt;I am not the brother i want to be for them&lt;br /&gt;I am not the uncle i want to be for them&lt;br /&gt;I am not who i want to Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i will be&lt;br /&gt;For my Brothers&lt;br /&gt;My Sister&lt;br /&gt;My Nephews&lt;br /&gt;My Niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself, like my father did, like my mother did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-7486456274331131357?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/7486456274331131357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=7486456274331131357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/7486456274331131357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/7486456274331131357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-5356039547147507562</id><published>2009-02-10T22:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:43:35.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work In Progress</title><content type='html'>I thought I used to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the script behind the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the magazines lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pull angels down to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When beauty is made on a computer screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of what’s in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you ask me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We glorify decadence in place of divinity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-5356039547147507562?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5356039547147507562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=5356039547147507562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5356039547147507562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5356039547147507562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/02/work-in-progress.html' title='Work In Progress'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-3699120081874793853</id><published>2009-01-27T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:37:04.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maybe'/><title type='text'>Slow Down</title><content type='html'>I was younger once&lt;br /&gt;The world was bigger... or there was more in it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel... perhaps i know more than i should&lt;br /&gt;The younger we are... the older we have to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger (maybe not in age but in mind)&lt;br /&gt;I used to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I used to love the idea of a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this pedestal... and on top was the most beautiful, wholesome, sexy, wonderful, amazing, stunning woman.&lt;br /&gt;I reached.&lt;br /&gt;I think i reached it&lt;br /&gt;But maybe i missed... and as I miss&lt;br /&gt;I.. maybe i chipped away a bit of the pedestal&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... grabbing at it... I might have scraped off too much&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a few goes... the pedestal dosen't look the same.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda.... its shorter now...&lt;br /&gt;I can reach it without even using my tip toes...&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly... its not the same&lt;br /&gt;i mean... its so easy now&lt;br /&gt;and its so dirty.... grubby finger marks.... maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe &lt;br /&gt;i should have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;waited ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-3699120081874793853?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/3699120081874793853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=3699120081874793853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/3699120081874793853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/3699120081874793853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/01/slow-down.html' title='Slow Down'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-9122938930532365282</id><published>2009-01-02T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:10:53.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>This Time</title><content type='html'>What has 2008 been about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there a brilliant fulfilled purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was accomplished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, like to work to goals, the way our mind operates is we like to be able to measure things, to judge the distance we have come, to see the path that we have defeated&lt;br /&gt;and thus the more you defeat, the better the reward.&lt;br /&gt;So For me looking back, i try to see the goals i have reached&lt;br /&gt;but with my memory being what it is, when i require to remember the moments that matter&lt;br /&gt;i scarcely can, i often start these blogs with fire and end with ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been one of Challenge, Struggle, Pain, Despair, Love, Failure, Success,&lt;br /&gt;and Reward, Wonderful Wonderful Reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was one of Change, and in that i have learnt to rely upon my Lord, and seek him first in all situations a craft i haven't perfected but a battle i fight daily.&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt the blows that really cut, and the ones that are superficial scrapes&lt;br /&gt;and as such am now able to assess a situation and see which category it fits into&lt;br /&gt;which then helps me to deal with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt self pitty accomplishes nothing, when each day should glorify our LORD GOD, why sit and despair when it does nothing to Glorify God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt the hearts of others are ancient things, and take as much time to heal as to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt my Lord is so much more than i can Grasp, he is a fearsome lord, who i wish to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost alot, and have gained more than i can hold.&lt;br /&gt;My personal relationship with God has developed into something more... mature, learning to constantly reference him, in all things praise him&lt;br /&gt;and making that a reality&lt;br /&gt;to follow him in the hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think like all things this year had a purpose, but the God i serve dosent work to my calendar, and i have seen purposes fulfilled this year, but i believe my God has more in store for me, than yearly success, for his is a power stretching beyond time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-9122938930532365282?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/9122938930532365282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=9122938930532365282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/9122938930532365282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/9122938930532365282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-time.html' title='This Time'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-6673185852302668656</id><published>2008-12-13T19:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:14:52.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable'/><title type='text'>Love, Fable</title><content type='html'>My Friend said to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it so hard to be real with people, because they know that others expect them to be so perfect, and i don't actually mean perfect but practically perfect&lt;br /&gt;My Friends friends say &lt;br /&gt;"Oh such and such never complains" "They are always so Nice"&lt;br /&gt;"Never a Bad Word spoken"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said to me "I cant be real, because that's not the me they know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this being the truth, why cant we be real all the time&lt;br /&gt;There are many reasons&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its a small problem and will go away if we ignore it, sometimes that's true &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its because we are so sick of dealing with it we just want to ignore it for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last, we cant be real with everyone, we just cant, we don't trust the world enough&lt;br /&gt;We have lost our faith in our fellow man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan's winning that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't i trust my neighbour enough to stay at their place when I'm locked out of mine&lt;br /&gt;When did pleasantries stop being pleasant&lt;br /&gt;When did i loose faith in people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did people loose faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get back to it people, bbqs in the backyard&lt;br /&gt;Knowing your neighbour&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-6673185852302668656?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6673185852302668656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=6673185852302668656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/6673185852302668656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/6673185852302668656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-fable.html' title='Love, Fable'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-416905824008956701</id><published>2008-12-09T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:13:20.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Man'/><title type='text'>The Boy, The Man</title><content type='html'>Is to be in Love naive&lt;br /&gt;Only to old eyes&lt;br /&gt;But what about the Boy, Who's eyes were new&lt;br /&gt;Would he agree&lt;br /&gt;That Love is naive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the Boy the Man was, no not him&lt;br /&gt;His Heart would cry, his anger would rise&lt;br /&gt;If he saw his mirror he would ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What cold wind closed your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you fear to feel, or to feel fear?&lt;br /&gt;Up and Down is the way of the world&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to be too tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man would think the boy knew nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence your lips boy, pain is as foreign as hurt to you&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes a rose twinge&lt;br /&gt;In your heart open hands&lt;br /&gt;Catching all thrown at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy screamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better to catch all pain, then to catch no love&lt;br /&gt;Be the man I was born to be, BE the Boy who never became a man&lt;br /&gt;a cynic you cannot act&lt;br /&gt;not should you try&lt;br /&gt;Do not fear the tears&lt;br /&gt;She will be there to dry your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-416905824008956701?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/416905824008956701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=416905824008956701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/416905824008956701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/416905824008956701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/12/boy-man.html' title='The Boy, The Man'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-5042213606295732800</id><published>2008-12-09T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:07:25.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girl'/><title type='text'>The Boy and The Girl</title><content type='html'>She went to his house&lt;br /&gt;and asked&lt;br /&gt;Where is the boy, the boy i knew and the boy i loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered, i know your face but not your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was him, but not to her&lt;br /&gt;To her, he was wrong&lt;br /&gt;He was young but his heart was old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;You are the boy i seek, but you love not as one&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is in your minds lashes&lt;br /&gt;You are the man you never wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied&lt;br /&gt;True, my mind ensnares my heart&lt;br /&gt;To be young has the toll of growing old&lt;br /&gt;The younger you are, the older you must grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked&lt;br /&gt;Why Boy, why are you the man i do not love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied&lt;br /&gt;Because, I was not the boy you loved neither&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i was... once, but not now&lt;br /&gt;Now when the loves sun leaves&lt;br /&gt;The night sets in&lt;br /&gt;and the light which once illuminated my way&lt;br /&gt;is replaced&lt;br /&gt;and the way forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i crawled, for days and days&lt;br /&gt;My muscles tore, my heart did bleed&lt;br /&gt;The man you see&lt;br /&gt;Is the boy who walked that path&lt;br /&gt;No more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive she said... Alive, and in love you were, why boy&lt;br /&gt;why boy&lt;br /&gt;It is only the heart of a Boy any Girl can ever love&lt;br /&gt;Girls have no Man but their father&lt;br /&gt;They need the boy, that feels as they do&lt;br /&gt;In Youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be that boy again, could i open this account&lt;br /&gt;Yet no call has been made&lt;br /&gt;For its open&lt;br /&gt;I never wished it closed&lt;br /&gt;Nor did i believe it would be&lt;br /&gt;But that it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the Girl Walked Home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-5042213606295732800?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5042213606295732800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=5042213606295732800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5042213606295732800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5042213606295732800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/12/boy-and-girl.html' title='The Boy and The Girl'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-6967010989057328029</id><published>2008-12-08T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:06:07.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ocean Dredging For The Soul'/><title type='text'>Ocean Dredging For The Soul</title><content type='html'>So i tried it.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to N, we fought for the first 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Then we both apologised&lt;br /&gt;Then I did something... I tried to be nice, so i asked her... How are you...&lt;br /&gt;The awkwardness returned&lt;br /&gt;I hated the experience, why are people not content with unspoken hostility... its just so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;It feels so fake... being nice to her, am i lying to her, to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Its Ocean Dredging For The Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-6967010989057328029?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6967010989057328029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=6967010989057328029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/6967010989057328029'/><link rel='self' 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term='God'/><title type='text'>Trent talking with Kate</title><content type='html'>Native   "Blah" says: KATE KATE KATE &lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: KATE KATE KATE &lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: KATE KATE KATE &lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: KATE KATE KATE &lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: !!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: !!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: KATE KATE KATE &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You have just sent a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Kate ; Extreme Fun! says: haha hey&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: OMG&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says: GOD IS SO FRIKIN AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;Kate ; Extreme Fun! says:lol  &lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:ok ok ok &lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:well&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:wait&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:do u have time to hear this story&lt;br /&gt;Kate ; Extreme Fun! says:come on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kate ; Extreme Fun! says:yup&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:ok&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:well&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:ok lng stri but i held charlottes hand for asges, which is cute but was wrong to do&lt;br /&gt;Kate ; Extreme Fun! says:well....&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:because&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:if i start being all couply now, then thers no real point waiting for god its jst like im lying to him&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:so i told fraser&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:and we sorted out after ages of talking&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:that i have to invite her tochurch, and see how that goes and if she dosent really get a spark for itNative   "Blah" says:&lt;br /&gt;then thats my answer as far as dating her goes&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:and i didnt like that answer&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:i wanted it to be, yeah go for it bro&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:so i was frustrated at god, but i said to him&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:look i WANT it to be ok to date charlie&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:BUT &lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:if its not meant to be, then i dont want it to be&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:then i went to bed right&lt;br /&gt;Kate ; Extreme Fun! says:aha&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:andi wake up 2dae&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:and theres mail for me &lt;br /&gt;Kate ; Extreme Fun! says:yea&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:and its from carey baptist, telling me i got accepted into intermission&lt;br /&gt;Kate ; Extreme Fun! says:ahh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:and im flippin over the moon about it and i realise... god has had his hand over my life for EVER&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:for all of it &lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:like think about it &lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:that trip stephen talked about, sports camp, learning maori, africa, my course next year, getting over nix&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:and what tania said about pruining comes first&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:and fruit comes later&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:this is the fruit&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:all that struggle &lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:over nix and all that, &lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:gods rewarding me &lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:its amazing, hes amazing&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:and hes also&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:not even just rewarded me&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:but i got another piece of mail saying my school wants me 2 come back and get interviewd as a part of an english class&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:and i realised&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:that he also is saying, go speak about my &lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:me&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:me as in god&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:go speak about me &lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:OH MY LYF&lt;br /&gt;Kate ; Extreme Fun! says:oh my gosh&lt;br /&gt;Kate ; Extreme Fun! says:hahah thats amazing&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:SO SO SO MUCH STUFF&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:isnt it, but its not even that, its him&lt;br /&gt;Native   "Blah" says:hes amazing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-5897236577390301158?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5897236577390301158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=5897236577390301158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5897236577390301158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5897236577390301158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/12/view-your-entire-conversation-history.html' title='Trent talking with Kate'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-939409393296911181</id><published>2008-12-01T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:24:41.104-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Explosion</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i get this feeling in, kind of in my spine, at the base of my spine&lt;br /&gt;where i just want to explode... where a chain reaction rips my body apart.&lt;br /&gt;its so intense and lasts not even a second.&lt;br /&gt;it somehow seems to go up my spine so fast and lodge in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;and its so painful, but its not there long enough for me to feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its when i think of GOD&lt;br /&gt;He is just so enormous, i cant describe it and I'm afraid ATM that if i start to try, then i will get that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;its like there is a funnel and GOD is pouring his entirety into my head, and i cant hold it.&lt;br /&gt;there is to much to say, and not enough time.&lt;br /&gt;even thsi feeble blog does him no good.&lt;br /&gt;i look across the mangroves, and i think, the wat4er ripples precisley in time with the wind which moves the trees as i smell the wind.&lt;br /&gt;what kind of GOD even thinks of physical matter... i cant explain him, but i thirst and hunger and NEED GOD, so much and i wish others were so addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need him&lt;br /&gt;HE is SO enormous, that there is nothing else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted this blog to be amazing, its not, and it couldnt have been, hes to big&lt;br /&gt;to fit on this screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can two people in the same room, be so far apart and so close for they are the children of christ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-939409393296911181?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/939409393296911181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=939409393296911181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/939409393296911181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/939409393296911181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/12/explosion.html' title='Explosion'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-8929316980653925024</id><published>2008-11-30T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:20:48.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><title type='text'>The scissors won't cut</title><content type='html'>Relationships... that word.. it can mean so many things&lt;br /&gt;Relationships... the very word means connections between people, and in that sense can relationships ever end, theoretically the memories and bonds always hold those involved together in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;They hold onto the past, that is all past relationships can do&lt;br /&gt;It aggrivates me when people try to bring those relationships through to the present, emotional bagagge is baggage that should be in the lost and never found box.&lt;br /&gt;Those relationships, those ties, they have a purpose&lt;br /&gt;But that is to facilitate the memories of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes even after a breakup people dont know how to cut the ties, or know how but dont.&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;When some work so hard to cut theirs, can the other not have the common curtisy to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;when others hold onto the strings they are never free&lt;br /&gt;and all i wish is that they were&lt;br /&gt;But thats a fight i cant help them with, and its better that i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is beautiful, but its the past&lt;br /&gt;Try get past it people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-8929316980653925024?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/8929316980653925024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=8929316980653925024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/8929316980653925024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/8929316980653925024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/11/scissors-wont-cut.html' title='The scissors won&apos;t cut'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-2757869062121337465</id><published>2008-11-16T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:44:18.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose</title><content type='html'>It is a strangely familiar feeling, peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;although one i haven't known much, i could recognise it completely when i received it.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was the beginning of a journey for me, a journey which i have no idea where it will lead me.&lt;br /&gt;God, my king showed me i must go to Africa next year and before i go, i must learn Te Reo and Kapa Haka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a guest speaker, a missionary named Suzi, who is a photographer, and God spoke through her about using your gifts for him.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind i just had this image, me leading the haka in an African villi age, me learning the taiaha, defending women, not for glory or anything like that but because it has to happen.&lt;br /&gt;The photos Suzi showed, there was such raw emotion in them. Fear, Anger, Sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself... that's not how women should... ever look... its not sad, or bad... its just wrong, its the opposite of how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;How do people ever get the idea to make others feel like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking for a while about what it means to be a MAN of God, an actual MAN, and how we have to stand up for women.&lt;br /&gt;This is Gods commandment for me... I cant wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-2757869062121337465?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/2757869062121337465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=2757869062121337465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/2757869062121337465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/2757869062121337465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/11/purpose.html' title='Purpose'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-5244740022841813970</id><published>2008-11-12T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:24:29.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><title type='text'>Warrior</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, Men... Need to fight.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes to grit and bear it, means to take the punches, like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That statement, how much does it mean anymore&lt;br /&gt;Be a man&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Be a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, blood needs to hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Its not hurting someone else, thats not why we fight&lt;br /&gt;Its because there are lines that if you cross that is the reply you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say its barbaric, unessecary and its not the answer&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes... its the only answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let men handle the business of men&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-5244740022841813970?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5244740022841813970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=5244740022841813970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5244740022841813970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5244740022841813970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/11/warrior.html' title='Warrior'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-3265050940371748681</id><published>2008-11-01T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:35:35.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Its Ok</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the walls crumble, and the cold wind whipps across our tender heart.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the fight against the tears is lost... and water falls to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the light dies... and darkness begins to hold us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its ok...&lt;br /&gt;Because... Because its ok.&lt;br /&gt;Because a heart is there to feel&lt;br /&gt;Because the tears are there to feel&lt;br /&gt;Because without the dark how will we ever see how beautiful the light is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the walls crumble&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the tears fall&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the light dies&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But every other time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your walls are strong, and the foundations are solid, you soldier through the pain&lt;br /&gt;Your tears do not fall, but the rivers of living water from your heart pour on to those who are parched&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the light dies&lt;br /&gt;So you can shine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-3265050940371748681?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/3265050940371748681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=3265050940371748681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/3265050940371748681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/3265050940371748681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-ok.html' title='Its Ok'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-5620837861728554596</id><published>2008-10-29T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:59:04.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears'/><title type='text'>Someone elses job</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Someone else&lt;/em&gt; does it now.&lt;br /&gt;The job switched hands&lt;br /&gt;But the old workers dont miss their job, as much as they used to.&lt;br /&gt;They just dont like that &lt;em&gt;someone else&lt;/em&gt; does their job.&lt;br /&gt;It was theirs and no one could do it better, not a soul.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they were wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they were right, and its the job description that changed&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-5620837861728554596?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5620837861728554596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=5620837861728554596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5620837861728554596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5620837861728554596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/10/someone-elses-job.html' title='Someone elses job'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-5105655965512663486</id><published>2008-10-29T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:16:09.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So sad</title><content type='html'>A week for every month&lt;br /&gt;Thats the golden rule&lt;br /&gt;The rule i abide by&lt;br /&gt;But not the rule she abides by&lt;br /&gt;I knew i wasnt over it, and i was okay with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week for every month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, and its supposed to&lt;br /&gt;i dont like it, but i know ill live.&lt;br /&gt;you never stop loving someone, the love only changes, morphs into the love it was always destined to be.&lt;br /&gt;A Complete love&lt;br /&gt;Holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will take time to heal, perhaps more now... but god shal sustain me.&lt;br /&gt;He promised me he would.&lt;br /&gt;My love was always in my mind, i knew my head wasnt right, so that helps me now... my insanity disproven i now battle on.&lt;br /&gt;Through it all over again, but i know i can survive.&lt;br /&gt;I know i will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be happy for her, i hope that comes in time&lt;br /&gt;It must come in time&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes...&lt;br /&gt;In Time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-5105655965512663486?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5105655965512663486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=5105655965512663486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5105655965512663486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5105655965512663486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-sad.html' title='So sad'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-3490609653282261877</id><published>2008-10-24T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:38:41.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing'/><title type='text'>Not Me</title><content type='html'>Who saved her... Who saved that girl from the burning fires&lt;br /&gt;'It was not me'&lt;br /&gt;But sir you are covered in burns, your face is dark and dirty if not you then who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It was not me' Our lives, the lives of the people of the world are tapestries of worship... worship to one thing or another, the pursuit of money, the love of a good woman&lt;br /&gt;But our lives are not about us, its not about how much or how long or how many of anything.&lt;br /&gt;Its not about me, dont read this as an act of humility because its not, its an acknowledgement that my life is not important enough to be written about, no matter what i am to do&lt;br /&gt;To save the world from a disaster, to become superman, it is nothing compared to that which we should all worship&lt;br /&gt;No skill, no prowess is ever to outshine that which we should all worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not about me, if you never saw my name it would not matter, for i am named by the one of all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-3490609653282261877?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/3490609653282261877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=3490609653282261877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/3490609653282261877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/3490609653282261877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-me.html' title='Not Me'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-4851795399378717639</id><published>2008-10-21T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:29:57.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><title type='text'>Superhero</title><content type='html'>I asked the girl hanging on the edge&lt;br /&gt;"Can i be your superhero?"&lt;br /&gt;I asked the girl on the ledge&lt;br /&gt;"Can i be your superhero?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can i be selfless for you and selfless for me?"&lt;br /&gt;"In your pain can i be all you want to see?"&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot fly, nor can i run at any blinding pace"&lt;br /&gt;"But my reward will be the smile upon your face"&lt;br /&gt;"But in this joy there is a cost you see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For saving the day tends to be a routine"&lt;br /&gt;I asked the girl hanging on the edge&lt;br /&gt;"Can you be my superhero?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to save you, as you save me"&lt;br /&gt;"My purpose tends to depend on which way your happiness ends"&lt;br /&gt;"For what is the hero without the damsel if anything at all"&lt;br /&gt;"Is the presence of the hero what makes the damsel fall?"&lt;br /&gt;"Is it me, or is it you the one with the cape?"&lt;br /&gt;"Am I why you are jumping to this untimley fate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to the girl hanging on the edge&lt;br /&gt;"It is not you that needs me"&lt;br /&gt;"It is I that strives everyday to make yours the face i see"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-4851795399378717639?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/4851795399378717639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=4851795399378717639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4851795399378717639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4851795399378717639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/10/superhero.html' title='Superhero'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-4140888557045845175</id><published>2008-10-21T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:18:45.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limited by the Limited</title><content type='html'>How many people wanted to be an astronaut? How many people wanted to be super heroes?&lt;br /&gt;How many people waited up at night thinking of the limitless possibilities presented to them?&lt;br /&gt;How many of you said "We have our whole lives ahead of us?"&lt;br /&gt;All of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you are the astronaut your seven year old equivalent wanted you to be?&lt;br /&gt;Not many of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is why?&lt;br /&gt;Why when we were once so limitless are we now, restrained?&lt;br /&gt;Choked by a society based on the ideas of crushing down the glimmers of hope that spring up from the pooling masses.&lt;br /&gt;We wake up staring into this world reflecting the limitless nature of the sky and spaces around then as we grow older the towering failures of those around us serve to cloud the sky's limitlessness that we should reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow, we forget&lt;br /&gt;Dont let the failures of those before set the precident, dont accept the status quo&lt;br /&gt;Define your dream, and dream bigger&lt;br /&gt;So big that the night can no longer hold it&lt;br /&gt;And as your dream walks into the day... you find its no longer a dream&lt;br /&gt;But the truest reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-4140888557045845175?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/4140888557045845175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=4140888557045845175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4140888557045845175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4140888557045845175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/10/limited-by-limited.html' title='Limited by the Limited'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-6316710659537862649</id><published>2008-10-21T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:02:54.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>The Sound</title><content type='html'>The Sound&lt;br /&gt;The sound, the rhythm, the smooth melody&lt;br /&gt;Rise, fall, Together, Music&lt;br /&gt;The music moves, through the air, alive, feeling, and growing&lt;br /&gt;A perfect embodiment to peace, perfection Is the sound of the guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the voice Of the lyrics It's the music that fills me, it can bring me alive as a puppet is made by their master&lt;br /&gt;Music holds my strings, and folds me, breaks me, moves me&lt;br /&gt;Swirling in the air around me, infusing me with it&lt;br /&gt;Each song and I have a meaning&lt;br /&gt;Each piece of the perfect composition a dedication to life In the notes you hear&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You hear Grace I move with it, it moves me and I in return it &lt;br /&gt;I am lifted and dropped as the strings bend and tense&lt;br /&gt;The rise, the fall, the tools of the architect of perfection&lt;br /&gt;The beat, changing my heart, the speed, the sensation magnificent&lt;br /&gt;As I close my eyes the notes move in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;The guitar no longer an instrument, but an entity The voice a heartbeat, something needed, something yearned for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-6316710659537862649?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6316710659537862649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=6316710659537862649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/6316710659537862649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/6316710659537862649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/10/sound.html' title='The Sound'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-1290687582729176575</id><published>2008-10-20T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:13:45.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexuality'/><title type='text'>Boys Rule and Girls Drool</title><content type='html'>For so long i have been subject to many inane, idiotic claims by a member of one gender or the other saying that they are superior to the other.&lt;br /&gt;For so long it has driven me insane i decided to write what i have found out about the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly the misconception that boys think about nothing but sex is completely false&lt;br /&gt;Also is the misconception that girls don't think about sex.&lt;br /&gt;The reason this is so widely believed is because people refuse to speak 100% honestly about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how boys value sex.&lt;br /&gt;Boys search for sexual gratification in different ways to girls, they search for the physical release associated with sex.&lt;br /&gt;This is why boys enjoy sex, they enjoy it for the physicality of it, that's not to say boys want sex all the time, that's a small portion, this only says that its why we have sex.&lt;br /&gt;As to why so many young and older men are sex crazed is personal to them, maybe they as a person do not value relationships and are purely searching for the climax whatever it is i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what boys do with their relationships this is how they view the act of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to how girls value sex&lt;br /&gt;Girls value the relationship associated with sex, of course their bodies also respond to the physical nature of sex but what they really value is the intimacy achieved with giving themselves so utterly to a person.&lt;br /&gt;Through the adolescent years girls change their personalities (partially consciously and subconsciously) and whilst doing this they are seeing how people respond to their new persona, they are analysing (especially the way males) react to them.&lt;br /&gt;During this time if they begin to have sex with a person they subconsciously make a note that the personality and acts they are making are making people respond to them in a positive way so they keep doing them this is as to why some girls have a lot of sex, its not for the physical act its for the love associated with having sex.&lt;br /&gt;They value intimacy differently to boys not to say either is wrong or right just that we are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys yes are more openly sexually promiscuous or at least that is the wider believed standard.&lt;br /&gt;Girls yes some times are very promiscuous but not for the reasons most people believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are not Better than boys and nor are Boys better than girls&lt;br /&gt;We are just different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-1290687582729176575?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/1290687582729176575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=1290687582729176575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/1290687582729176575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/1290687582729176575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/10/boys-rule-and-girls-drool.html' title='Boys Rule and Girls Drool'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-6164754475314448034</id><published>2008-10-16T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:29:28.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oooooooooo'/><title type='text'>Huh Quite possibly</title><content type='html'>I love the teenage years&lt;br /&gt;People always speak of how they believe they didnt have as much fun as they would have liked or that they wasted their years.&lt;br /&gt;Because they sat there thinking "cant wait till i grow up" or something among those lines&lt;br /&gt;The key to having a life fufilled, smell the flowers &lt;br /&gt;Cliche much&lt;br /&gt;Very &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But true none the less, i mean i realise these are great years, these are the years where romance can be anywhere, the responsibilities you have are only the ones you choose to take upon yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You think the world will end when she breaks up with you&lt;br /&gt;You think the world will end if you fail this paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world ends when you start to believe those lies&lt;br /&gt;Shes not your world, just a beautiful part of it&lt;br /&gt;University isnt your life, its a tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define success for yourself and chase it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy came to the wisest of all men and asked "How might i have a life fufilled?" &lt;br /&gt;He replied "See this spoon full of oil, take it around my palace and do not spill a drop"&lt;br /&gt;The boy did as he was commanded and visited every room in the large palace and did not spill a single drop upon returning to the wise man he said&lt;br /&gt;"I have done as you asked"&lt;br /&gt;The wise man replied "Did you see the beautiful gardens or hanging tapestries on my walls?"&lt;br /&gt;"No" replied the boy "My eyes were fixed upon the oil"&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh" said the wise man "The secret to a life fufilled is to see all the tapestries and wonders of the world, without dropping the oil"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-6164754475314448034?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6164754475314448034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=6164754475314448034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/6164754475314448034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/6164754475314448034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/10/huh-quite-possibly.html' title='Huh Quite possibly'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-894133450058537193</id><published>2008-10-12T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:06:29.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Admirable'/><title type='text'>Admirable</title><content type='html'>There are a few people in my life who have very admirable qualities.&lt;br /&gt;These people have something very special about them, something very, very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;From a Christian standpoint at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often in our faith we are faced with problems that have two answers, one is what is called the 'right' thing to do, the thing that is more congruent to a healty faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is what would benefit ourselves personally on a non faith basis, what would make us feel good, or benefit financially or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people in my life that show the ability to choose the former over the latter, this shows so much determination and dedication to their faith.&lt;br /&gt;They are working as we all should be, its something i really admire about people, rising above base desires in order to do what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another very admirable quality and one i wish i possessed is the ability to draw the line on relationships involving the opposite gender and faith.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing how to offer help without making it a possible relationship, this sounds quite easy and i suppose vauge but its something i really admire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah thats about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-894133450058537193?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/894133450058537193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=894133450058537193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/894133450058537193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/894133450058537193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/10/admirable.html' title='Admirable'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-2944997108530099337</id><published>2008-10-12T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:57:49.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time (since i lay with you in bed, Josh Kelley Almost Honest)since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Im in a very good mood atm, nothing amazing, faith back on track, cute girl i like, good stuff, school nearly finished, intermission coming up, yayness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-2944997108530099337?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/2944997108530099337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=2944997108530099337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/2944997108530099337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/2944997108530099337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-7141582862455256581</id><published>2008-10-03T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:36:11.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Break</title><content type='html'>It hurts so much to loose something you love.&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts so much more, to have to give her up.&lt;br /&gt;I mean its easy to understand if you get broken up with, theres no choice in the matter for you, you must move on.&lt;br /&gt;But when you let them go, you start to regret it, you miss what was there, you miss the intimacy and try to replace it with false intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;where the only thing that should fill the gap is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Nicola so much but its for the best that it ended, although that gives me little comfort when I'm alone and have no one around to talk to, it is truth, it is fact.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her, i just want to keep typing that, but whats more important is that i begin to move on, i just have to trust in God, and see what happens, put my life utterly in his hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-7141582862455256581?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/7141582862455256581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=7141582862455256581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/7141582862455256581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/7141582862455256581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/10/heart-break.html' title='Heart Break'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-1867405850946256540</id><published>2008-08-17T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:51:43.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery'/><title type='text'>Imperfection</title><content type='html'>As I have been troubled lately with the issue of the perfection of Jesus, I have always known the answer, and I have always known that I have known the answer.&lt;br /&gt;God doesn’t call us to be perfect, firstly because there isn’t perfection, not in humanity anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The ideal woman for one man is the complete wrong woman for another man.&lt;br /&gt;God doesn’t want perfection that’s not the goal that should be on our list.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t ever say to men “become perfect” he says “live as Christ” which means perfection isn’t our goal, to be humble, selfless, generous, caring and all the other things Christ was.&lt;br /&gt;It just so happens he was perfect himself, doesn’t mean we have to be.&lt;br /&gt;He also doesn’t call us to be segregated by our perfection, if ever we were to reach perfection that would be the day we are farthest from it.&lt;br /&gt;God calls us to love, that’s it, listen to him, love him and honour him.&lt;br /&gt;The rest is all subjective.&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4: 13 “I can do all through Christ who strengthens me”&lt;br /&gt;We are not perfect, but we can channel God’s perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easier said than done, I mean it’s so hard to be loving to all, or always do the right thing, or think the right thing or not think the wrong thing, this is my next topic to research, I want to know practical steps to being a better Christian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-1867405850946256540?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/1867405850946256540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=1867405850946256540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/1867405850946256540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/1867405850946256540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/08/imperfection.html' title='Imperfection'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-7251845606500742343</id><published>2008-08-13T14:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:03:15.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>We are punished by our sins, not for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who has faith has... an inward reservoir of courage, hope, confidence, calmness, and assuring trust that all will come out well - even though to the world it may appear to come out most badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In faith there is enough light for those who want to believe and enough shadows to blind those who don't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-7251845606500742343?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/7251845606500742343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=7251845606500742343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/7251845606500742343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/7251845606500742343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/08/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-5885029067301189770</id><published>2008-08-13T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:48:47.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfection'/><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>The impossibility of Christianity is the perfection of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Now I am a devout Christian, love my faith and enjoy it a lot but something has troubled me lately.&lt;br /&gt;As Christians we are supposed to strive to live as Jesus did, and it is said many times in the bible that Jesus was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;So we are to live to aspire to perfection, the trouble with that is we cannot attain perfection, it even says we cannot reach it as we are inherently flawed.&lt;br /&gt;It also says God is ok with this, his love unending, unconditional allows us to reach for an unattainable goal.&lt;br /&gt;This annoys me, recently very recently I have been battling with this fact, if we are never to attain it why reach for it?&lt;br /&gt;If I will never become as Christ then why bother trying when god loves me no matter what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This infuriates me I want boundaries the human in me needs to have limits to its ability but the thing is there is no measure of Christianity there I so measure of how good a Christian you are sure there are the rough guidelines of how you should live and there are instructions in the bible to love everyone etc but there is no way anyone can have a yard stick to their faith because its such a personal thing, its such a personal battle, journey, crusade.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot be compared to anyone else deep in your heart you know if your actions and words reflect your faith and where your relationship with God is.&lt;br /&gt;But I want to have measures I want systems in place to tell me where I am in the pursuit of my goal.&lt;br /&gt;But Christianity is not a job, it’s not a routine, it’s factual and emotional and mental and spiritual and physical all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;My friend once told me “Christians are too heavenly minded for any Earthly purpose”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised the idealistic way that I wanted to live, is attainable but in a different way, I am limited by the world.&lt;br /&gt;Sure I would love to say I will live every moment for Jesus, every beat of my heart be dedicated to my love and worship for the lord.&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is it cant, that’s an inconceivable statement, its physically impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Simply because of the base needs to survive in this world, eating, drinking, and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;But the beauty of my limits is that.&lt;br /&gt;That’s how God wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;He built me perfect for my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;What I realised is God doesn’t call us to live that way, he doesn’t want us to attain a high spirituality and remain oblivious to the world around us, he doesn’t want us to segregate ourselves from the world we are in, he does not want heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;We are broken and frail and imperfect that is not our condition but our design&lt;br /&gt;For heavenly purposes we are not fit, our vessel is inadequate, but god will provide that in time, upon judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are designed to better the world, to live in our condition and to make the most of our imperfection, make it perfect for our purpose.&lt;br /&gt;We are not meant to attain it, only reach for it, not segregate ourselves but immerse ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;This does not mean I am satisfied with this conclusion only that I have reached one, I am still so very angry with God at this apparent failing of him.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not satisfied with it, but something I have realised is I have been making my faith a job, not what it should be, stripped away my faith should be based on love for my lord not checking boxes of what a good Christian should be.&lt;br /&gt;I have to learn to be still and not work towards that goal incessantly, my faith is both a practical and spiritual process.&lt;br /&gt;It is important both to make disciples of the world, and just to be in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard to convey the range of thoughts and emotions frustration utter anger that I am feeling, the complexities of God will never be caged because he is limitless ( a fact which reeks havoc with my mind)  and I will never be able to say what I want there are not enough lifetimes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to ramble.&lt;br /&gt;My final thought is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my faith is stripped away to its core, I want the love of Jesus to be in my heart, and for everything in my life to spring from that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-5885029067301189770?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5885029067301189770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=5885029067301189770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5885029067301189770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5885029067301189770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/08/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-6276723730497174972</id><published>2008-08-10T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T16:17:48.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><title type='text'>Back to the Blog...</title><content type='html'>So i havent blogged for a while now or at least not as well as i would have liked.&lt;br /&gt;I have been kind of floating lately no motivation so im looking for it now.&lt;br /&gt;Will post something amazing soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-6276723730497174972?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6276723730497174972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=6276723730497174972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/6276723730497174972'/><link rel='self' 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know.&lt;br /&gt;That i cannot have as much independent learning time as I would if i dropped those classes.&lt;br /&gt;That i must return to those classes, take a gateway course or leave school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand, why would a school want a student in a class which he himself does not enjoy, has no passion for, a class where the teachers understand and respect his opinion on that, where he if he is put back in that class will make no attempt to further his knowledge in these courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i know what i want to do, so where is the point in taking those classes which do not work towards that goal... I don't understand the purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If im wrong or am missing something please tell me but if im not then why does no one else understand my point of view&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-8773136178678362078?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/8773136178678362078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=8773136178678362078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/8773136178678362078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/8773136178678362078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-understand.html' title='I don&apos;t understand...'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-5099186195158315471</id><published>2008-07-25T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:49:31.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>Its nothing words can describe&lt;br /&gt;I cant even describe the pain of the struggle to find the words&lt;br /&gt;She is...&lt;br /&gt;There are no words&lt;br /&gt;Its such a struggle&lt;br /&gt;But one i welcome&lt;br /&gt;I would rather toil, struggle, be battered and broken&lt;br /&gt;Then exist without her&lt;br /&gt;Because in that toil and struggle&lt;br /&gt;I am whole&lt;br /&gt;I know what i am&lt;br /&gt;I know why i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever there is a shining example of gods grace it is her...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i ever did to have her smile upon me&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason she does.&lt;br /&gt;I love because of her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-5099186195158315471?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5099186195158315471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=5099186195158315471' title='0 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type='html'>My Essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally my essay would follow strict guidelines as approved by intelligent people that know what they are talking about when it comes to English and essays and such.&lt;br /&gt;I do not doubt their ability as educators or as moderators, I understand the length of time spent struggling to attain the qualifications that they so rightly deserve, however I do doubt their ability to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the value of higher learning, continuing study at a tertiary level, it serves the world as a whole well, and there is so much value in the continuation of learning, which is of course the entire purpose for tertiary study or study at all.&lt;br /&gt;I understand the parents and teachers genuine want for students to excel, to shine their ability out to the world and they believe tertiary study in a university or a tech establishment is invaluable, for a certain kind of learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I am not that learner, certain aspects of school life just don’t support the way I learn, and people may view this as a cop out, a low self confidence in my ability.&lt;br /&gt;But it’s just the opposite, I have supreme confidence in my ability to learn, to grow, and many other skills.&lt;br /&gt;The point of this essay isn’t to build myself up and advertise my ability; the point of this essay is to say.&lt;br /&gt;I will not be following the path that mainstream education wishes of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see its value, and I understand people need the structure and uniform methods of learning that it offers, I understand that school is too much of a vast place to tailor their courses to suit one self confessed free spirit.&lt;br /&gt;I understand every teachers yearning for me to reach the potential I show to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this statement “To realise ones destiny is a person’s only obligation” this statement is how I would like to live and have wanted to. (Courtesy of Ms White)&lt;br /&gt;Now it sounds very “free spirited”, impulsive, and irresponsible but its not.&lt;br /&gt;This line was taken from a book all about following dreams, bear with me&lt;br /&gt;In this story a simple shepherd boy has a recurring dream which he doesn’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;He seeks out a woman who can interpret dreams which tells him to seek the pyramids of Egypt for a treasure.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout his journey he stalls and is stopped and finds many things in the world he did not know.&lt;br /&gt;He finds that always will the life of a shepherd be there, always will his old life remain, but never again do the chances of a new life, a special, destined life come along.&lt;br /&gt;It speaks of taking chances, all the opportunities afforded to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is what I’m trying to do, I’m trying to seek out that which I believe to be my, I don’t want to say destiny because of the connotations with that word.&lt;br /&gt;But I am seeking my path, my chosen way in life.&lt;br /&gt;School unfortunately, or the way in which it is structured and the inability to tailor itself to a specific student is the reason why I am writing this.&lt;br /&gt;This is not the place in which I will achieve what I believe my goals to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that I would expect the response of “You should take the opportunities school affords you” which is valid, but not for me.&lt;br /&gt;It may be hard to understand and seem wrong but I know where my path lies.&lt;br /&gt;I will be applying to the intermission course at Carey Baptist College.&lt;br /&gt;This is a year where we come out of it with a more developed spirituality and a NZQA Certificate in Applied Theology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which although might not sound like a solid foundation it is my passion.&lt;br /&gt;As impulsive and bull headed as I may be, this is my passion, one of my favourite teachers said to me “Trent, What motivates you?”&lt;br /&gt;This is it, my love for my faith is what drives me to be better, its my inspiration regardless of your personal beliefs I know you are all people who can understand and appreciate the fact that when someone is passionate about something, their learning cannot help but benefit from that passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change the world, when you grow up and gain wisdom you loose stupidity, you loose the unadulterated ability to do anything you wish.&lt;br /&gt;When you go to university and there are exceptions to every rule but, you loose that ability, you are restricted by age, and I want to go into that age believing still I'm unrestricted even if its not true.&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Roosevelt said this,&lt;br /&gt;“Education today is not purely a question of the education of youth; it is a question of the education of parents, because so many parents, I find, have lost their hold on their children. One reason for this is that they insist on laying down the law without allowing a free intellectual interchange of ideas between themselves and the younger generation. I believe that as we grow older we gain some wisdom, but I do not believe that we can take it for granted that our wisdom will be accepted by the younger generation. We have to be prepared to put our thinking across to them. We cannot simply expect them to say, "Our older people have had experience and they have proved to themselves certain things, therefore they are right." That isn't the way the best kind of young people think. They want to experience for themselves.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completely honest with all of you, I don’t know if I should complete this year, in my heart of hearts I would love to leave school, and earn money for my certificate next year.&lt;br /&gt;Whether I can is a story for another essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can promise you this, you will all hear of me in later years, I hope, as a world changer.&lt;br /&gt;My ambition… to change the world on a scale as unbelievable as people to be awe struck, accepting the fact that it simply couldn’t have come from me.&lt;br /&gt;But from where else…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-4078842557880459274?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/4078842557880459274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=4078842557880459274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4078842557880459274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4078842557880459274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-essay.html' title='My Essay'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-6928952374151560337</id><published>2008-07-24T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:48:36.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Time is constant&lt;br /&gt;It is always&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;Time never runs out, we run out&lt;br /&gt;We cant find time&lt;br /&gt;So we dont have time&lt;br /&gt;Not the other way around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life has to be based around a time structure&lt;br /&gt;Which is structured so you can accomplish your goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Goals&lt;br /&gt;They are the reason we never have time&lt;br /&gt;Because the time of our lives, is based upon something we dont have.&lt;br /&gt;Or our structure isnt sufficent to accomplish the goals we want, rather it is set to accomplish the goals of another.&lt;br /&gt;Accomplish your goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont live by the worlds standards, live by standards you determine to reach your goal.&lt;br /&gt;If at anytime you need to be somewhere you arent, go there&lt;br /&gt;It is more complicated than that&lt;br /&gt;Granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its also far simpler&lt;br /&gt;I trust in something beyond myself, in God&lt;br /&gt;His timing is perfect&lt;br /&gt;He is perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe school isnt set to the same, but school isnt life&lt;br /&gt;Life is a school&lt;br /&gt;you learn, you fail, you succeed&lt;br /&gt;But you always leave at that bell at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;What will you learn, where will you go during the time you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-6928952374151560337?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6928952374151560337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=6928952374151560337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/6928952374151560337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/6928952374151560337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-1284551490630595566</id><published>2008-07-23T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:28:04.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>This week</title><content type='html'>So ive decided to not post what i hope to be a world changing blog but just a blog of life.&lt;br /&gt;The first day of the rest of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Xtend, i have no doubt in my mind my life has changed, not beyond recognition but significantly.&lt;br /&gt;The high you get from Xtend has not yet worn off and i hope it never does, i want to simply keep raising the bar, again and again.&lt;br /&gt;My christianity has taken a step in the right direction and now i feel refreshed in my Faith.&lt;br /&gt;It all became about practical faith in the past few days, the nitty gritty, reading my bible and praying and worshiping god.&lt;br /&gt;The stuff that he deserves and what will benefit us (although thats not the purpose) in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;My biggest challenge recently has been trusting the entirety of my life into Gods hands.&lt;br /&gt;Its easier said than done, because in our hearts we believe something so strongly the idea that it may not be what is intended for us, is inconcievable, just unimaginable&lt;br /&gt;but those words &lt;em&gt;inconcievable, &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; unimaginable...&lt;/em&gt; they describe God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what he is so there is no better entity to trust your frightening ideas in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Its a rocky road the one we walk, but and the end you are far better conditioned than walking and easy path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been some interesting things ive found when reading the bible this week (i read three chapters a day monday through saturday and five on sunday)&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4: 7 - 21&lt;br /&gt;This passage speaks of god being love "Whoever does not love does not know God because God is love"&lt;br /&gt;It speaks of loving one another as Jesus loved us because if we love one another Jesus lives in us.&lt;br /&gt;I combined this with 1 corinthians 13 it says " Love is not slef serving... (love) always protects, always trusts, always hopes and always persevers" God is all those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God wants us to love, he wants that in our lives, but as he has described it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come, to much to blog during an english lesson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-1284551490630595566?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/1284551490630595566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=1284551490630595566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/1284551490630595566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/1284551490630595566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-week.html' title='This week'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-5868117043638513870</id><published>2008-07-20T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:38:06.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Xtend</title><content type='html'>Xtend the christian camp to change the world.&lt;br /&gt;There is to much to god to blog about his glory and grace already the muscles in my fingers begin to pulse as i type about the sheer scale of wonder and amazement at xtend and the presence of god.&lt;br /&gt;There is to much that went on to comprehend, he is so vast and on such a massive scale none among us can remember the entirety.&lt;br /&gt;He is so vast all i can do is praise that&lt;br /&gt;He challenged me and convicted me and i love him for it.&lt;br /&gt;I will blog more about him later&lt;br /&gt;but i must say thanks to him for all he has done in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind myself to blog about earth standards, of time and morales and of ummmmm something else i cant think of.&lt;br /&gt;His sheer love for us thats the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-5868117043638513870?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5868117043638513870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=5868117043638513870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5868117043638513870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5868117043638513870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/xtend.html' title='Xtend'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-9126519250208647786</id><published>2008-07-11T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:13:14.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Inspiration dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;Pure inspiration&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/81TZhHWM7yc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/81TZhHWM7yc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-9126519250208647786?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/9126519250208647786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=9126519250208647786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/9126519250208647786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/9126519250208647786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/inspiration-dos.html' title='Inspiration dos'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-6130042003845093311</id><published>2008-07-06T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:00:14.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craving'/><title type='text'>Humanity = Weakness</title><content type='html'>Humanity is weakness...&lt;br /&gt;Its a struggle to live.&lt;br /&gt;I have a burning decision choking my spirituality i think... choking something... im not whole with it the way it is i think.&lt;br /&gt;What if i am and i loose it only to realise that it was the thing that completed me.&lt;br /&gt;Fear holds me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my strength drawn from god... humanity is the best weapon the devil possesses.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had the fable crystal ball&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could see the two outcomes... but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for it though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holy grail of my condition&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-6130042003845093311?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6130042003845093311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=6130042003845093311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/6130042003845093311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/6130042003845093311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/humanity-weakness.html' title='Humanity = Weakness'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-1801361702743861606</id><published>2008-07-06T20:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:29:43.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;My most inspirational quote ever... it challenges us to change the world based on what we ourselves know to be certain about ourselves&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ybt8wXIahQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ybt8wXIahQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-1801361702743861606?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/1801361702743861606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=1801361702743861606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/1801361702743861606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/1801361702743861606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-most-inspirational-quote-ever_06.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-4111257599825881971</id><published>2008-07-04T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:26:51.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Ahhh wasted time</title><content type='html'>You know what i think is really stupid, when you know you shouldnt be thinking something, or doing something but you cant help but do it.&lt;br /&gt;i dont mean like drinking or smoking or whatever but emotions, you know like... anger, jealousy all those ones mate.&lt;br /&gt;Pointless yet you cant control how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you...&lt;br /&gt;If you could control it... it wouldnt be 'feeling' would it...&lt;br /&gt;it would become thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, maybe that could be good. elective emotions but then how long before all emotions that ever turned negative would be erased huh huh huh ? who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, i really dont like hating someone and being unable to like them... not for lack of wanting.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could ignore my gut reaction swallow my pride but i cant atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh thats what emo songs are for i spose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-4111257599825881971?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/4111257599825881971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=4111257599825881971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4111257599825881971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4111257599825881971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/ahhh-wasted-time.html' title='Ahhh wasted time'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-4106269128295709626</id><published>2008-07-02T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:36:05.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Is it ok to be on a different path to the one your love is on?&lt;br /&gt;How long until the two paths differ to greatly...&lt;br /&gt;Neither can ask the other to change paths&lt;br /&gt;But both want it&lt;br /&gt;How long&lt;br /&gt;How long&lt;br /&gt;Until the path isnt the only thing thats changed ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-4106269128295709626?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/4106269128295709626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=4106269128295709626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4106269128295709626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4106269128295709626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-1206105214556536472</id><published>2008-07-02T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:51:32.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><title type='text'>Youth</title><content type='html'>Oh if you didnt know im going to keep you updated on my youth iniative throught the entire process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is some more interesting stuff found on the net, on one persons ideas on how to help the youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems Of The Youth&lt;br /&gt;Youth has always been regarded to be the nicest period of human lives. It is the period when young people can be carefree without the burden of responsibility which brings the parenthood or daily winning of one’s bread. But youth, seemingly a free time of life, also brings some specific problems:&lt;br /&gt;It is the period of life when people do the most important decisions that can have fatal consequences for their future family and career. This decisions, and also the difficult period of early parenthood or professional career, following abruptly the carefree period of early youth, demands personal maturity.&lt;br /&gt;Immature parenthood can spoil lives of at least three people. It is a serious problem of the young, just like the problem of unemployment or the specific drug problem.&lt;br /&gt;The pressure on the young to get to a university is very high too. It is difficult these times, as the competition is very tough and, unfortunately, not always fair.&lt;br /&gt;Bullying is also a problem of the children at our schools. Thanks to enlightment our bullies do not openly annoy the physically handicapped. But many young people do not know, that there can be a lot of psychical handicaps, and also don’t realize how deep their remarks, jokes or violence can psychically mark the victim.&lt;br /&gt;Another problem of young people, and one of the most typical ones, is the generation gap.&lt;br /&gt;The best way to describe the generation gap is to aim at the parents-children relationship. The elder criticize the way how the young people dress and behave, and they often say, that they have no sense of responsibility today. The young have they own values, which their parents not always like: they are sometimes against their child’s fashion, friends and girl/boyfriends, hobbies, music, idols, lifestyle and other things their child appreciates so much.&lt;br /&gt;Another point of misunderstanding is security. The parents are more afraid of their child as the teenager of himself and don’t allow him to go where he would love to, or until he wants to. They think up various catastrophic scenarios of what could happen to their beloved offspring. Sometimes this problem can be solved by explaining the own fears within the family, but mostly the parents just give orders and prohibitions and the good relationship between them and their child is broken.&lt;br /&gt;It is obviously necessary that there should be more comprehension on both sides.&lt;br /&gt;I think the young should remember that the older have gained greater life experiences and they just try to give these to us, hoping it will help us in our future life.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the older shouldn’t assume that they know best for the simple reason that they have been around a little longer. The parents should also remember how they used to be when they were young. That in their young times, they argued with parents about clothing, hair cut and tattoo too. And they should realize that the development of their child, of all young people, of the world, is natural, just like the child’s need for independence. It is important, that they realize, they can’t rule our life. They have to release us to the real world and hope, that they brought us up well and that we will manage our lives good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-1206105214556536472?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/1206105214556536472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=1206105214556536472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/1206105214556536472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/1206105214556536472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-if-you-didnt-know-im-going-to-keep.html' title='Youth'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-5060104830409958078</id><published>2008-07-02T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:14:21.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>Education today is not purely a question of the education of youth; it is a question of the education of parents, because so many parents, I find, have lost their hold on their children. One reason for this is that they insist on laying down the law without allowing a free intellectual interchange of ideas between themselves and the younger generation. I believe that as we grow older we gain some wisdom, but I do not believe that we can take it for granted that our wisdom will be accepted by the younger generation. We have to be prepared to put our thinking across to them. We cannot simply expect them to say, "Our older people have had experience and they have proved to themselves certain things, therefore they are right." That isn't the way the best kind of young people think. They want to experience for themselves. I find they are perfectly willing to talk to older people, but they don't want to talk to older people who are shocked by their ideas, nor do they want to talk to older people who are not realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might just as well accept things which are facts as facts and not try to imagine that the world is different, more like what we idealized in the past. I have a letter just the other day from a mother who told me that she had brought up several daughters, and that they never did certain things which are very common today among young people. She was sure that if we never countenanced or spoke of certain things in our homes our children would never do those things. Well, it just so happens that I have a number of boys and they happen to know the mother's girls. I have, therefore, seen a good deal of them, and they did every single thing that their mother told me they never did. I think it would have been far better if she had established a type of genuine relationship with her children which would have allowed them to be honest with her. Then she would have had an opportunity to put across her own ideas with some kind of hope that they would at least be considered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are not my own ideas but are taken from the website &lt;a href="http://newdeal.feri.org/er/er21.htm"&gt;http://newdeal.feri.org/er/er21.htm&lt;/a&gt; which are brilliant ideas, something i can really use in my inquiry process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these ideas are elanor roosevelts... from 1935 but yet still apply to today which tells me little progress on the whole has been made... this needs to change so it will change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-5060104830409958078?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5060104830409958078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=5060104830409958078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5060104830409958078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/5060104830409958078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-7036171307721348787</id><published>2008-07-02T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:09:45.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><title type='text'>Youth issues</title><content type='html'>Just as i type this i have been challenged by perhaps one of the most intelligent teachers i have come to know.&lt;br /&gt;to affect change in this world&lt;br /&gt;to actually affect change on a large scale.&lt;br /&gt;my passion is for the youth, that is where my heart sits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to work towards solving issues for youth&lt;br /&gt;first by finding out what issues i believe to be of paramount importance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe issues adressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;racism i.e personal acceptance of stereotypes leading to slef doubt and low self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;identifying strengths of youth i.e personally and on a wider scale such as on a cultural level.&lt;br /&gt;identifying the threats to personal development i.e obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;seeing what the youth want from live, what motivates them.&lt;br /&gt;target areas in auckland that need adressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of this all... it can be done&lt;br /&gt;no ifs, buts, or maybes... this can be completed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-7036171307721348787?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/7036171307721348787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=7036171307721348787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/7036171307721348787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/7036171307721348787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/youth-issues.html' title='Youth issues'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-6403171866076384364</id><published>2008-07-01T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T04:14:55.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderment'/><title type='text'>Some of my favourite quotes</title><content type='html'>When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ve lived all five of my acts, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light bulbs die, my dear. I am departing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is an occasion. Rise to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell so completely in love with these shoes, I bought enough pairs to last my whole lifetime. This is my last pair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-6403171866076384364?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6403171866076384364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=6403171866076384364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/6403171866076384364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/6403171866076384364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-of-my-favourite-quotes.html' title='Some of my favourite quotes'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-2715604093646123948</id><published>2008-07-01T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T03:47:48.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Doctor</title><content type='html'>Inspired by a man with no name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, the fleeting existence we are englufed by, is given purpose only by love.&lt;br /&gt;Pointless life, made... worth something&lt;br /&gt;By love&lt;br /&gt;Love, the simply ridiculous emotion, no its more than that, it becomes chemical, physiological, emotionally and spiritually needed.&lt;br /&gt;It is the reason for reason&lt;br /&gt;It is what gave purpose its purpose&lt;br /&gt;It is the thing worth fighting for the things worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, i have lost, but in comparrison so litte to that which i have gained&lt;br /&gt;I gained purpose to my purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;br /&gt;I am englufed by it&lt;br /&gt;I love her&lt;br /&gt;If you dont know who im talking about&lt;br /&gt;I would question if you know what love is&lt;br /&gt;The thought of a life without her, is the thought of the absence of life&lt;br /&gt;Not death&lt;br /&gt;Not life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She... is my light, the thing of which i yearn.&lt;br /&gt;i love her so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-2715604093646123948?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/2715604093646123948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=2715604093646123948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/2715604093646123948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/2715604093646123948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/07/doctor.html' title='Doctor'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-7881871129190193979</id><published>2008-06-30T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:52:06.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>Outward appearance</title><content type='html'>Lately ive been feeling... to put it bluntly fat&lt;br /&gt;ive gained weight since rugby has been cancelled i havent had constant training to do&lt;br /&gt;so yeah the inevitable happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running, its very boring, its hard but rewarding&lt;br /&gt;as your running and that sweat tracks down the side of your head you know your working&lt;br /&gt;i went for a run today which is what i hope to be the first in a daily activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i had accomplished a fair bit but as i get home, my parents tell me i should be running more and longer, i just started what do they expect, kind of put a downer on to my already self concious self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents aye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-7881871129190193979?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/7881871129190193979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=7881871129190193979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/7881871129190193979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/7881871129190193979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/06/outward-appearance.html' title='Outward appearance'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-4896167362878920865</id><published>2008-06-29T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:24:42.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>Jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man can it burn&lt;br /&gt;Tearing down walls like no session of therapy can&lt;br /&gt;Its so raw and unvinited&lt;br /&gt;Such an honest gut emotion, it knows what it wants, it knows its purpose...&lt;br /&gt;Its unkind and brutal&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it can be welcome, a release from the normal unaffected demeanor&lt;br /&gt;Its the thing that grows when feelings are witheld&lt;br /&gt;It prays on doubt on the frailty of our being&lt;br /&gt;Its an emotion so its inescapable&lt;br /&gt;Its impossible not to encounter it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it should be... it breaks things, it destroys relationships, it cripples&lt;br /&gt;it cuts...&lt;br /&gt;and so it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is often said.. heroes are only measured against their villians&lt;br /&gt;the greater the villian the greater strength required from the hero&lt;br /&gt;the greater the price the higher the personal cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise above all the pettyness, rise above the gut reaction to a situation you dont like&lt;br /&gt;be valiant&lt;br /&gt;be strong.&lt;br /&gt;be courageous&lt;br /&gt;be scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do all the things you cant, look at what you dont have, and go after it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things in this life we will never attain, things simply beyond our grasp because the person next to us fell down trying to get them&lt;br /&gt;Dont fall&lt;br /&gt;But if you do.... Fall from the top&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-4896167362878920865?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/4896167362878920865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=4896167362878920865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4896167362878920865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4896167362878920865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/06/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-532313610978372462</id><published>2008-06-29T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:04:02.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge</title><content type='html'>I want to write something... so inspirational, so wonderful, so just purely brilliantly pure&lt;br /&gt;that change is inevitable&lt;br /&gt;im searching for it, will post when i can change the world ...&lt;span class="qc"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-532313610978372462?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/532313610978372462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=532313610978372462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/532313610978372462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/532313610978372462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/06/challenge.html' title='Challenge'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-4358870797911929741</id><published>2008-06-20T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:50:44.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>Above all other animals, humans were the first to ignore their instincts&lt;br /&gt;The first to use fire as a tool rather than fear it&lt;br /&gt;going against millions of years of genetics, we used it rather than succumb to it.&lt;br /&gt;going against base fear, base instincts, base passions.&lt;br /&gt;if we could do it then why is it so hard now.&lt;br /&gt;Why do these base emotions rule our lives&lt;br /&gt;why does our hunger for fleshy things&lt;br /&gt;extinguish the thought and reason that existed before thought and reason&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther king said that "it is out light not our darkness that most frightens us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to do good does not always result in it being done&lt;br /&gt;Although it can&lt;br /&gt;Rise out of the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Rise into the light&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming those base, those prehistoric instincts has served us so well.&lt;br /&gt;The amazing advances are beyond comprehension and the potential is even more.&lt;br /&gt;We know the answers to lifes questions&lt;br /&gt;We just choose to write the wrong ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a simple thing, the use of fire has given us the world we now have.&lt;br /&gt;Why not do it again&lt;br /&gt;Why is the impulse for instant gratification so accepted, when a fuffilled life is just a choice away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the light&lt;br /&gt;As to extinguish the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Because if you do not shine.&lt;br /&gt;Everything around you fades&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-4358870797911929741?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/4358870797911929741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=4358870797911929741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4358870797911929741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/4358870797911929741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/06/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003549467429079930.post-8624036463347606272</id><published>2008-06-20T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T06:18:42.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning To Feel</title><content type='html'>My first blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to write... well here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majesty&lt;br /&gt;As i utter that word a holiness falls&lt;br /&gt;a beauty unsurpassed by anything mortal eyes can see.&lt;br /&gt;A beauty felt&lt;br /&gt;A beauty lived&lt;br /&gt;Majesty&lt;br /&gt;As i utter that word i praise&lt;br /&gt;As i utter that word i fail&lt;br /&gt;I fall miserably before the highest seat&lt;br /&gt;Yet from atop the highest heights... he comes down&lt;br /&gt;Among the filth&lt;br /&gt;Among the hate&lt;br /&gt;Among the real&lt;br /&gt;He chose to sit&lt;br /&gt;Not to stand amongst&lt;br /&gt;but to bow to those who would sell him&lt;br /&gt;Silver and gold&lt;br /&gt;Lions and the lamb&lt;br /&gt;Perfection and profanity&lt;br /&gt;The king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus our lord and savior walked upon us not as king but as a servant, he became the lowest of the already so low. How could one who washed the feet of many so small, be anything but perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me... Lord... i am ever grateful and although i may not show it all the time, although i fall... i fall to you lord.&lt;br /&gt;I know you know...&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the beauty of you&lt;br /&gt;YOU know...&lt;br /&gt;Not only what i have done... what i will do...&lt;br /&gt;You have read the novel of my life seen the horror, the comedy, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tragedy&lt;/span&gt; and chosen to finish the story.&lt;br /&gt;At every moment of my life... you loved.&lt;br /&gt;For this my almighty host&lt;br /&gt;I am ever grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003549467429079930-8624036463347606272?l=native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/feeds/8624036463347606272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2003549467429079930&amp;postID=8624036463347606272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/8624036463347606272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003549467429079930/posts/default/8624036463347606272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://native-trenthohaia.blogspot.com/2008/06/beginning-to-feel.html' title='Beginning To Feel'/><author><name>Native</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288072188614282684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_I81pT0DUQ/S84beDTi2aI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhu0LQy5OvI/S220/Trent+Parachute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
