<?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-8064491518598600563</id><updated>2011-07-31T15:11:31.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jang's Corner (JC)</title><subtitle type='html'>"Your thinking determines your living."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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wanna miss!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysiancare.org/aeimages/June%2009%20website%20uploading%20%28low-res%29_Page_04.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.malaysiancare.org/aeimages/June%2009%20website%20uploding%20(low-res)_Page_04.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-6212554762598061021?l=janggut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/6212554762598061021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064491518598600563&amp;postID=6212554762598061021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Sd1deP2M3PI/AAAAAAAAAQc/wu3MYZPkqnA/s1600-h/Latch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Sd1deP2M3PI/AAAAAAAAAQc/wu3MYZPkqnA/s320/Latch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322513108853120242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who says you cannot use a latch on your car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc00d3df2fa7a4d36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331032642%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D373C85BBAFDAE90E42BBEA3BAD02E5DF6CFF8CE0.5D3869D0B89F497841BEF405A11F1CC04D6BFEA3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc00d3df2fa7a4d36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJQ-p_7JfBvq1woNuATdmYfxL-vs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can be very simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, its simplicity can be very unorthodox, many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, created beings who are created to love usually find it hard to commit to the simplicity of love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-8649237879059769257?l=janggut.blogspot.com' 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Love'/><author><name>Jang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715288767176881624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064491518598600563.post-3831627718979719048</id><published>2008-06-12T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:42:04.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 48px; "&gt;NO GREATER LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SFDvMjYLhtI/AAAAAAAAALA/MhRpqzTp5gg/s1600-h/boat_in_storm.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SFDvMjYLhtI/AAAAAAAAALA/MhRpqzTp5gg/s320/boat_in_storm.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210927767801792210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Found this amazing true story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;If you ever need a reminder of how much God loves you and that He sacrificed His Son for you, this story will be a great reminder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;After a few hymns, the pastor stood up and introduced a guest speaker.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With that, an elderly man stepped up to the pulpit to speak.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;“Three people boarded a boat : a father, his son and the son’s friend.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were sailing off the Pacific Coast,” he began.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Then a fast-approaching storm blocked any attempt to get back to shore.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The waves were so high that even though the father was an experienced sailor, he could not keep the boat upright, and the three were swept off the boat and into the ocean”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;The old man hesitated for a moment, making eye contact with two teenagers who looked somewhat interested in his story.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He continued, “Grabbing a rescue line, the father had to make the most excruciating decision of his life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which boy should he throw the other end of the line to?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He only had seconds to make the decision.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The father knew that his son was a Christian, and he also knew that his son’s friend definitely was not.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The agony of his decision could not be matched by the torrent of waves.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the father yelled out, “I love you, son!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;he threw the line to his son’s friend.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the time he pulled the friend back to the capsized boat, his son had disappeared beyond the raging swells into the black of night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His body was never recovered”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;By this time, the two teenagers were sitting straighter in the pew, waiting for the next words to come out of the old man’s mouth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;“The father”, he continued, “knew his son would step into eternity with Jesus.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He could not bear the thought of his son’s friend stepping into an eternity in hell.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore, he sacrificed his own son.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How great is the love of God that He should do the same for us”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;With that, the old man turned and sat back down in his chair as silence filled the room.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the service ended, the two teenagers were at the old man’s side.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“That was a nice story”, politely started one of the boys, “but I don’t think it was very realistic for a father to give up his son’s life in hope that the other boy would become a Christian”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;“Well, you’ve got a point there,” the old man replied, glancing down at his worn Bible.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A big smile broadened his narrow face, and he once again looked up at the boys and said, “It sure isn’t very realistic, is it?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I’m standing here today to tell you that story gives me a glimpse of what it must have been like for God to give up His Son for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You see…..I was the son’s friend to whom the father tossed a rescue line”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt; "&gt;Imagine yourself being in the place of the father in this story and of our heavenly Father in the Bible.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How would you feel if you had to sacrifice your own child so that someone else could live?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;John 15:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-3831627718979719048?l=janggut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/3831627718979719048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064491518598600563&amp;postID=3831627718979719048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/3831627718979719048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/3831627718979719048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-greater-love-found-this-amazing-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Jang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715288767176881624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SFDvMjYLhtI/AAAAAAAAALA/MhRpqzTp5gg/s72-c/boat_in_storm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064491518598600563.post-941510940301461694</id><published>2008-05-30T14:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:15:54.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SD-atzk0vfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VcZNPbjMcT0/s1600-h/image002.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here's something my good friend Larry wrote to announce the birth of his first son, baby Joel, which unofficially is my godson (I'm super duper fantabulously joyful!!!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I like what he wrote, so with his permission, here it goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  text-decoration: underline;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hi my name is Joel Jun Kuan LEE.  You may not know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1F497D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; (yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; but you know my parents – Emilia and Larry Lee.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SD-ZyDk0veI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iVzYovConbA/s1600-h/image001.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SD-ZyDk0veI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iVzYovConbA/s320/image001.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206048779495849442" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I was due for birth on 12 June 2008 but I guess I like giving surprises. Being 2 weeks early, I decided to pop into your world on 27 May 2008, 1.05pm –&lt;br /&gt;weighing 3.42kg and lying 49.5cm tall.  Hahaha!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At 7am that morning, mummy was having contraction.  My parents were scheduled for a staff meeting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1F497D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Canaanland &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canaanland.com.my/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.canaanland.com.my/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt;  but had to detour instead to Pantai Hospital.  Upon checking in at 9.30am, the nurse discovered that mummy was already 9cm dilated hence no time for all those pain-killer stuff.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With the aid of some gas, mummy was pushing hard. Daddy was right beside mummy throughout – reading Psalm 139 and also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;P.U.S.H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-ing (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ntil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;omething &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;appens).  I don’t think you’d ever seen him so pale, which explains why he will not be pictured here.  Haha!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Boy, did I make mummy labour hard until her legs were cramping all over .  So at around 12.15pm, Dr Sum Keong WONG advised mummy to enlist the aid of a “vacuuming” device to suck me out.  I happily obliged and part with my comfort zone in the womb and decided to pop into a brand new world at 1.05pm.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Although it was hard work yet my parents would testify that the entire delivery process was nonetheless swift – all glory be to God and special thanks to Dr Wong.  In fact, they’ll tell you that it was a Supernatural Childbirth (entitled after a book they have been reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1F497D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; throughout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; the pregnancy weeks) &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canaanland.com.my/index.php?act=viewProd&amp;amp;productId=2846"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.canaanland.com.my/index.php?act=viewProd&amp;amp;productId=2846&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, what have I been up to over the last few days? I’ve been sleeping, crying, drinking milk and listening to lotsa music – daddy has got music all lined up as though it’s some kinda nutritional plan. Anyway, I’ve gotta catch some sleep now so until I see you some time, some day, some where, here’s me saying thanks for being a part of my parents’ lives and now mine!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SD-atzk0vfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VcZNPbjMcT0/s1600-h/image002.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SD-atzk0vfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VcZNPbjMcT0/s320/image002.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206049805993033202" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ciao!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;JOEL&lt;br /&gt;Pronounced:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; JOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(English)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, JO-ul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(English)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From the Hebrew name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;יוֹאֵל &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/support/transcribe.php?type=HB&amp;amp;target=Ywo%27el"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.behindthename.com/support/transcribe.php?type=HB&amp;amp;target=Ywo%27el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; (Yo'el)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; meaning "YAHWEH &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/name/yahweh"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.behindthename.com/name/yahweh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&gt; is God". Joel was a minor prophet in the Old Testament, the author of the Book of Joel.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-941510940301461694?l=janggut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/941510940301461694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064491518598600563&amp;postID=941510940301461694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/941510940301461694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/941510940301461694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-something-my-good-friend-larry.html' title=''/><author><name>Jang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715288767176881624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SD-ZyDk0veI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iVzYovConbA/s72-c/image001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064491518598600563.post-1587069781142266449</id><published>2008-05-05T11:44:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:07:54.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illuminated by "One"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SCF5eAr8hiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fK_zI1jHPu4/s1600-h/42-15313462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SCF5eAr8hiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fK_zI1jHPu4/s320/42-15313462.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197569001449621026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you ever thought about living in a day without light? Streets without streetlights? Car without headlights? How about having to need to light the candles daily? Or setting a camp fire in your living room or your office? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We have been so conveniently using "lights" just like how we breathe air that very often (if not all the time) we have taken it for granted. Perhaps, it didn't even occur in our mind that we are using  "lightbulbs" except when its not working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you know how did the lightbulb come into existence? Well, some of us do. Some, might have forgotten. Few, couldn't even be bothered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes. it was invented by "one" man. Full of passion, hard work, perseverance, determination, diligence.....and...he was only "one".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Many times, "one" can be so insignificant that we didn't even notice it existed. He was only a boy, "one ordinary" young boy. What can one life do? What can an unschooled boy do? One who only sells newspapers, sweep the floor and throw the trash...for a living? Can any good come out from this "one" boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well.....Thomas Alva Edison. "One" life. Brought Light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SCE-cDX_JAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xJyYDqC6yHk/s1600-h/200px-EdisonPhonograph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SCE-cDX_JAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xJyYDqC6yHk/s320/200px-EdisonPhonograph.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197504096625435650" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, what can one life do? Can "one" life makes a difference? How about this "one" life with only 20% hearing ability left since he was 14? And with all that is left he invented the phonograph - which birthed the era of audio technology that mankind can enjoy today - the next time you play a CD/DVD/Hi-Fi/iPod &amp;amp; etc...think about this "one" man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wait a minute! I don't get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You mean this "one" man gave his best to do something which in the end didn't even have a chance to benefit from the fruits of his hard work? What was he thinking? Did he think about himself when he was inventing the phonograph? Did it ever occur in his mind that he would not have the privilege to enjoy his masterpiece? What or who he had in mind when he gave all his best to invent the phonograph?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, I had no idea. All I know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;he did it anyway....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fast-forward &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SCF6uwr8hjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/RVpTVeAUueI/s1600-h/Sri+Nobel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SCF6uwr8hjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/RVpTVeAUueI/s320/Sri+Nobel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197570388724057650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5th May 2008. The 4th Day. Sri Nobel School. Character-building program for 120 Secondary School's students. 9 volunteers (Short of 6).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One mission - "Illuminate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We have been given the privilege to make a difference in the lives of 120 students for 1-hour a week in a school. A passion God impressed upon my heart 2 years ago. A vision inspired by God to see schools, students, teachers, education in our nation transformed by the "Illuminator".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SCF7iQr8hkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GOdG3gqTkPs/s1600-h/Sri+Nobel+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SCF7iQr8hkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GOdG3gqTkPs/s320/Sri+Nobel+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197571273487320642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What God started, He will also provide. So, He opened the door. Brought in 8 more willing  volunteers. And on April 14th, 2008 - marked the starting point of an adventurous journey of the unknown. Something that we've never done before, something that would perhaps won't benefit anyone of us - the volunteers, something that perhaps, we might not have the chance to see the fruits in the near future; something that we don't even dare to imagine that we could even achieve anything;  and what about something which may become...1,200 someday; 12,000 someday; 120,000 someday; 1,200,000 and perhaps more someday....something that is bigger than ourselves and perhaps can be bigger than any mind could ever imagine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SCF77wr8hlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8icly74big0/s1600-h/Sri+Nobel+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SCF77wr8hlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8icly74big0/s320/Sri+Nobel+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197571711573984850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day-dreaming?! Frightening?! Impossible?!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, we did it anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But then.....What can "one" life do? What can 9 "one" life do? Will it make any difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've heard of many people saying "cannot", "can't be done", "no use".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've heard of many people saying "I don't want to", "I don't care", "none of my business".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And usually they are the ones who complained most about the government, the education system, the society and life overall!.....the ones who thinks that the whole world is owing them everything, the ones who thinks this life is all about them and also the ones who do nothing about anything to make a change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But as for us, we're only hearing the voice of "The One" and we're learning to obey anyhow.....He said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The greater the Challenge, the greater the Courage. It's a Courage that fueled by a deep Conviction for a worthy Cause! A Cause that Costs! And some"one" must be willing to pay the price! Will you be that some"one"?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SCFeITX_JFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DOWgeqqNB6U/s1600-h/Boy+with+Loaves+%26+Fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SCFeITX_JFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DOWgeqqNB6U/s320/Boy+with+Loaves+%26+Fish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197538941695108178" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then I remembered some"one", "one" boy. I remembered "one" boy who was willing to pay the price. "One" boy's sacrificial faith activated "The One's" miraculous power and more than 5000 were fed with only 5 loaves &amp;amp; 2 fish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One boy. Unnamed. One boy. No skills, perhaps. One boy. Insignificant. One boy. Got nothing to offer....as some perceived so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;he did it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He gave his best...ALL! Little it seems but it was his ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Did he have to? Was it by force? An obligation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Did it ever cross his mind that 5 loaves 2 fish can't feed more than 5000 men &amp;amp; women &amp;amp; children? Why did he do what he did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perhaps, he has been following the Teacher together with the crowd and listening to His teachings, experiencing His love &amp;amp; compassion and he caught the heart of giving from Him. Perhaps, some"one" sowed something into him. Perhaps, some"one" believed in him. Perhaps, some"one" made a difference in his life. Perhaps, some"one" illuminated his life. And that helped him understood the meaning of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"life is not about me but it's about giving my best, my all, even with only the little I have, so that others can be blessed." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never underestimate what one life can do. Never underestimate what one child can do. If only some"one" would give his best &amp;amp; his all, and sow into "one".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But....are you sure this gonna work? Are you sure there will be fruits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, I don't know and I'm not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Just the moment I ask the same questions, i read about the story of the Chinese Bamboo Tree. Apparently, one will not see any bamboos growing up from the ground no matter how hard or excellently one watered and fertilized the plant....at least for 4-5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But one day - suddenly, overnight, the bamboo will shoot up, grow to at least 3 feet tall. And Encyclopedia recorded that it can grow up to 90 feet tall within 6 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Suddenly! That's right! Read the Text. He loves suddenly(s). In His time. Not ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But in the meantime.....we keep sowing, watering, fertilizing, illuminating &amp;amp; don't lose heart! Just like the "one" who invented the lightbulb and the phonograph; just like the one who invested into the boy's life; just like The One who gave His best to the elected 12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, keep sowing &amp;amp; keep sowing &amp;amp; keep sowing &amp;amp; keep sowing.........coz you never know when will the "suddenly" come.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just a Lamp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-1587069781142266449?l=janggut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/1587069781142266449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064491518598600563&amp;postID=1587069781142266449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/1587069781142266449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/1587069781142266449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/2008/05/illuminated-by-one.html' title='Illuminated by &quot;One&quot;'/><author><name>Jang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715288767176881624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/SCF5eAr8hiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fK_zI1jHPu4/s72-c/42-15313462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064491518598600563.post-7801633099847999618</id><published>2007-12-14T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:03:52.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Freak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/R35OVS6WYrI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZkeExS_X_IQ/s320/Myanmar+Myself.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151641151519220402" border="0" /&gt;I know I have been outdated for some months...I was super duper busy doing my studies and work....super stressed up with assignments....sweat!!! really, really sorry man!  Then followed by youth camp. Then went for hols. Just came back. Read next blog for updates. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I thought maybe I keep you guys up to date with the latest happenings that has impacted my life...couple of them, firstly, I just visited the Myanmar refugees children on the 10Nov brought a team of my youths with me. Almost 100 children there. The purpose we went there was to spend time doing journalling and to get to know them. To collect their biodata to be used for SIBKL's Christmas Tree Project (http://www.sibkl.org.my) - amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; project which will lead us to greater involvement in the whole ministry for the Children At Risk in 2008 and beyond.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little bit of their background..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would know the political and social condition of Myanmar. The Christians there are persecuted, tortured and martyred. The women are gang raped. Children burned alive. There are few options for them to survive, 1. renounce their faith and live or 2. run away. They chose the second option and crossed the border without knowing what is their future in the foreign land. Many came by foot. and now they are in KL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/R35Uji6WYsI/AAAAAAAAABc/xL6E-vtrAiA/s320/Myanmar+Group.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151647993402122946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe, if you have seen how the place look like, which they called it "school", the place the children study, you would for the first time if you haven't done so, be deeply thankful for your school, teachers, your books, and the opportunity to go to school, a proper school and begin to take education seriously. (incidentally, for those youths who went and you felt nothing, I pray that God will one day bring you through a season of suffering (God's version) so that you can truly learn to be thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were suppose to bless them, which I think we did but in the end I think I was more blessed even for just that 2 hours. I was blessed and deeply inspired to see their passion for Jesus even at their age (3-18). One of the things we shared was "what is most important in your life?"and  some of them said "God". Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually, many would have blamed God for the bad situation they are in and turn away from Him. Many would have denied Him when under persecution. Many would have point their fingers at God and ask "why is this happening to me?" how can a good God allow sufferings even to those who put their faith in Him?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But instead they (the children, and some who's parents were cruelly murdered), would said God is most important in their lives and that their ambition is to do God's will. If you see their faces they are more joyful than many so-called Christians who are going through easy life (and these are the ones usually complain a lot. Those who walk into church and start looking for something wrong and then point fingers.) I really hope that these people go visit the refugees and see for themselves the joy that God has placed in their lives and how thankful they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was speechless. The only phrase that came to my mind was "Jesus Freak". Yes! They are. Just like Daniel and his 3 friends. Just like the apostles. Just like the apostle Paul. That's the kind of faith that the Lord has called us to. One that demands the followers to carry their cross and deny self daily. No longer I who lives but Christ who lives in me. A dead man is a man can suffer no more! Can we say like Paul, "I rejoice in suffering"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reminded of how selfish I am many times in the way I live, how self-centered I am in the way I look at my needs instead of the needs of others. How complacent I am in the way I live out the gospel. How ungrateful I am with all I have and still want more as compared to how little they have, and they still want more......but it is more of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An experience that has changed my life and taught me more about what does it mean to be a "Jesus Freak".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-7801633099847999618?l=janggut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/7801633099847999618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064491518598600563&amp;postID=7801633099847999618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/7801633099847999618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/7801633099847999618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/2007/12/jesus-freak.html' title='Jesus Freak!'/><author><name>Jang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715288767176881624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/R35OVS6WYrI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZkeExS_X_IQ/s72-c/Myanmar+Myself.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064491518598600563.post-8254680046468742182</id><published>2007-07-30T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:21:02.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazy Haps Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Rq2fSp7qL3I/AAAAAAAAABM/9eLwTYsxi48/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Rq2fSp7qL3I/AAAAAAAAABM/9eLwTYsxi48/s320/DSC00365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092901896468442994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had great fun playing futsal last Sat. Photo taken before futsal (few not in photo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-8254680046468742182?l=janggut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/8254680046468742182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064491518598600563&amp;postID=8254680046468742182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/8254680046468742182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/8254680046468742182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/2007/07/crazy-haps-boys.html' title='The Crazy Haps Boys'/><author><name>Jang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715288767176881624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Rq2fSp7qL3I/AAAAAAAAABM/9eLwTYsxi48/s72-c/DSC00365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064491518598600563.post-3730204315999866930</id><published>2007-07-30T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T17:16:00.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saw Chris Tomlin, SCC &amp; Israel Houghton Live in Sydney Hillsong Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Rq2auZ7qL0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/pqTafMM5daQ/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Rq2auZ7qL0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/pqTafMM5daQ/s320/DSC00269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092896875651673922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Tomlin was amazing! Just him alone singing with his 4-piece band, without backup singers he took us to an amazing experience of worship before and after an indescribable message by Louio Giglio entitled "Indescribable". Yes! It was Indescribable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Rq2ckp7qL1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/s9IfFStA0ak/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Rq2ckp7qL1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/s9IfFStA0ak/s320/DSC00287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092898907171204946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Steven Curtis Chapman was only given a short time (and I was not satisfied at all), at least I've seen him live once. His voice is magnificent!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Rq2dcJ7qL2I/AAAAAAAAABE/J_YxBRoL-cY/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Rq2dcJ7qL2I/AAAAAAAAABE/J_YxBRoL-cY/s320/DSC00280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092899860653944674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Israel Houghton was marvelous!!! His band and singers were out of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-3730204315999866930?l=janggut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/3730204315999866930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064491518598600563&amp;postID=3730204315999866930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/3730204315999866930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/3730204315999866930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-saw-scc-chris-tomlin-israel-houghton.html' title='I Saw Chris Tomlin, SCC &amp; Israel Houghton Live in Sydney Hillsong Conference'/><author><name>Jang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715288767176881624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Rq2auZ7qL0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/pqTafMM5daQ/s72-c/DSC00269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064491518598600563.post-3040144642944315407</id><published>2007-06-21T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:52:31.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>hey, I'm so sorry. I know I've not been updating lately. Very busy woh! But it was good busyness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an awesome Portrait musical celebrating Parents Appreciation Day!!! Thank God for what He has done in that weekend and thank God for the awesome team who made it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was so blessed and touched. And many were greatly moved especially parents and the non-believers parents......fathers. We should have asked Premier to sponsor tissue and give it out as door gifts...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's not the performance that moved people (anyways, we aren't the best singers or actors) but it was the wonderful spirit of the team that really touched God's heart and He can't help but to come and do something with the audience. The story, the songs, the script, and how it was carried out so clearly by the cast was awesome! Just couldn't find a word to describe the awesomeness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe with all my heart this is just the beginning of greater things to come. This is the day of salvation and the day of restoration. This is the day many who are hopeless will find hope. This is the day of re-Fathering. And I believe many families are in the process of restoration and healing. and many more coming...we've got work to do people! What an honor to be in partnership with God as He carried out His master plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be part of this? Get online with the Father to know what's on His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Jang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-3040144642944315407?l=janggut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/3040144642944315407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064491518598600563&amp;postID=3040144642944315407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/3040144642944315407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/3040144642944315407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Jang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715288767176881624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064491518598600563.post-3922831076785344374</id><published>2007-05-03T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T12:04:53.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Jesus to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/RjlefqGVl-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/TTrsMu5S02A/s1600-h/IMG_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/RjlefqGVl-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/TTrsMu5S02A/s200/IMG_0714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060179554297288674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is like my computer. I can't live without. Just like the other day, my notebook crashed and I was like handicapped. Suddenly all my life came crashing down. I can't work coz all my data stored in there. All my email info are in there. I depend on the comp so much.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Jesus is different....He never crash on me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jesus is like my Taylor Guitar. Something which I desperate for, for many years. When I have it, I treasure it like precious pearl. I long to spend time daily with it. When I hold it in my hands and begin to fellowship with it, the sound brings joy to my soul. Words can never describe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Jesus is more than that....fellowshipping with Him is like the air I breathe....something I can never live without...it brings life to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is like my janggut. Can never be shaved from my face or else I'll lose my handsomeness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again Jesus is different....if He is removed from my life, I'll lose my true identity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jesus is like my glasses....I can never see clearly without my glasses....almost blind I can say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Jesus is more than that....more than just having a clear vision when seeing the world and seeing people through Him....seeing through Him is like seeing through the lens of compassion, love, grace, truth &amp; acceptance....it reaches my heart and soften it, it reaches my hand and changes it....to reach out, to live out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jesus is like my bed at home....no bed in this world can compare with my bed at home...the best place to find rest when I'm tired and worn out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Jesus gives more than physical rest....He gives rest to my soul...."come to Me all ye who are weary, and I will give you rest." Restedness in the midst of restlessness.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jesus is like the Fireman.....one who will go the distance to risk his life to save souls trapped in fire.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Jesus is more than that.....He gave His life to save mine. He carried me out from eternal fire and carried me into eternal life! He's my Savior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, even when I go through fire, I fear not coz I know Jesus saves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jesus is like my wife....she's the bestest friend I ever have. She's always there for me, never leave me nor forsake me despite of my shortcomings. She's always there to comfort &amp; support,  encourage and give courage, believe in me and receive me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Jesus is more than that.....He is called a Faithful Friend....one who breaks through time and space just to be there for me.....His words of comfort no one can give, His words gives life. His words brings healing. His words brings hope. His words resurrect dead dreams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one may ask, how can He be such an extraordinary friend? well, coz He knew me even before time began....He's always a friend to the friendless.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is like my Boss.....I serve him and he pays me wages....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Jesus is different....I serve Him not for the wages. I serve Him not because I have to. I serve Him not because I need to. I serve Him because I want to. I serve Him because I love Him. I serve Him because He is my Lord. I serve Him for who He is. He's my Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not a master who waits to be served but He's a Master who always there to serve and I always find Him the first one getting down on His knees to serve others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a Servant-Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discover in life, the most honorable thing one can ever do is to serve my Lord Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 490px; position: absolute; visibility: hidden; z-index: 99999; top: 115px; left: 790px;" id="AnswersBalloon"&gt;&lt;table class="JSBalloon" style="border-collapse: collapse; direction: ltr;" id="AutoNumber1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td height="9" width="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(153, 153, 153);" height="9" width="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td style="visibility: hidden;" class="topimagecorner1" id="AnswerTipHook" height="9" valign="bottom"&gt;    &lt;img class="AnswerTipNorth" src="http://www.answers.com/main/images/aNorthEast.gif" height="18" width="67" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 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 &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr class="handle" id="AnswersHandle9" handlefor="AnswersBalloon"&gt;    &lt;td class="bottomimagecorner1" height="8" width="8"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.answers.com/main/images/cLeftBottom.gif" border="0" height="8" width="8" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="bottomimage1" style="border-width: 1px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(153, 153, 153);" colspan="4" height="8" width="280"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="bottomimagecorner1" height="8" width="8"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.answers.com/main/images/cRightBottom.gif" border="0" height="8" width="8" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-3922831076785344374?l=janggut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/3922831076785344374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064491518598600563&amp;postID=3922831076785344374' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/3922831076785344374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/3922831076785344374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-is-jesus-to-you.html' title='Who is Jesus to you?'/><author><name>Jang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715288767176881624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/RjlefqGVl-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/TTrsMu5S02A/s72-c/IMG_0714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064491518598600563.post-568793077842066617</id><published>2007-04-25T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T12:24:32.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort in the Midst of Adversities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Ri7DFKGVl9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/2oQXQ51FGsg/s1600-h/AXR001554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Ri7DFKGVl9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/2oQXQ51FGsg/s320/AXR001554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057193924961343442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road ahead is long.&lt;br /&gt;The tasks at hand are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to dance to the beat of the song&lt;br /&gt;Of the King who has invited me to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the music plays and the choir sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The only constant in life is change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And change is in all seasons of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though life promises no certainty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But certainty there is, in the midst of uncertainties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comfort there is, in the midst of adversities"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the King walks in&lt;br /&gt;Dancing to the beat of the song&lt;br /&gt;He invited me to join Him&lt;br /&gt;So I dance and sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was still fear&lt;br /&gt;Fear of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Fear I couldn't hear the beat&lt;br /&gt;Fear I couldn't see clearly&lt;br /&gt;Fear I fail to move duly&lt;br /&gt;Yet I kept dancing assuredly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As evening came&lt;br /&gt;And things were still the same&lt;br /&gt;I tried lay me down to rest&lt;br /&gt;Rest, O my restless soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, O yes I know!&lt;br /&gt;He's laying just beside me&lt;br /&gt;His arms are around me&lt;br /&gt;And so I sleep&lt;br /&gt;Sleep just like a babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 490px; 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border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(153, 153, 153);" colspan="4" height="8" width="280"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="bottomimagecorner1" height="8" width="8"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.answers.com/main/images/cRightBottom.gif" border="0" height="8" width="8" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-568793077842066617?l=janggut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/568793077842066617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064491518598600563&amp;postID=568793077842066617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/568793077842066617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/568793077842066617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/2007/04/comfort-in-midst-of-adversities.html' title='Comfort in the Midst of Adversities'/><author><name>Jang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715288767176881624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Ri7DFKGVl9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/2oQXQ51FGsg/s72-c/AXR001554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064491518598600563.post-8572156141470491126</id><published>2007-04-25T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T10:26:15.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Ri666KGVl8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/KzohhmnKm8c/s1600-h/daniel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Ri666KGVl8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/KzohhmnKm8c/s200/daniel1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057184939889760194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone very gifted in Adobe Photoshop did magic to my face on this photo. I almost cannot recognize myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guitar I'm holding in my hands fulfilled it's mission and now R.I.P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-8572156141470491126?l=janggut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/8572156141470491126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064491518598600563&amp;postID=8572156141470491126' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/8572156141470491126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/8572156141470491126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/2007/04/power-of-photoshop.html' title='The Power of Photoshop'/><author><name>Jang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715288767176881624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Ri666KGVl8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/KzohhmnKm8c/s72-c/daniel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064491518598600563.post-1854487806157412018</id><published>2007-04-13T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T12:27:59.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relevance</title><content type='html'>I read this somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't 'make the Bible Relevant'.....we SHOW IT'S RELEVANCE"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-1854487806157412018?l=janggut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/1854487806157412018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064491518598600563&amp;postID=1854487806157412018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/1854487806157412018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/1854487806157412018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/2007/04/relevance.html' title='Relevance'/><author><name>Jang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715288767176881624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064491518598600563.post-9094685376998267608</id><published>2007-04-13T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T20:56:30.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What God did to Win your HEART?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Rh8G_fRe-CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wJtlnscvyqU/s1600-h/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Rh8G_fRe-CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wJtlnscvyqU/s200/cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052764994729343010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HE CHOSE THE NAILS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He said.....&lt;br /&gt;I will bear your dark side.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you enough to become one of you&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;I will speak to you in your language&lt;br /&gt;I will let you CHOOSE&lt;br /&gt;I will not abandon you&lt;br /&gt;I will give you my robe&lt;br /&gt;I invite you into My presence&lt;br /&gt;I UNDERSTAND your pain&lt;br /&gt;I have redeemed you and I will keep you&lt;br /&gt;I will LOVE YOU FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;I can turn your tragedy into Triumph&lt;br /&gt;I have WON the victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, WHAT WILL YOU LEAVE AT THE CROSS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Max Lucado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-9094685376998267608?l=janggut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/9094685376998267608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064491518598600563&amp;postID=9094685376998267608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/9094685376998267608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/9094685376998267608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-god-did-to-win-your-heart.html' title='What God did to Win your HEART?'/><author><name>Jang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715288767176881624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6mJXfEdAfxI/Rh8G_fRe-CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wJtlnscvyqU/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064491518598600563.post-9068728483814557698</id><published>2007-03-29T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:40:27.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why my parents never understand me?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever asked yourself this question? I've asked before and still do sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, many have asked me the same question; shared with me how things have turned sour between them and their parents..."they always want things go their way....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, sometimes I wish I had the remote controller from the movie "Click".....hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-9068728483814557698?l=janggut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/9068728483814557698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064491518598600563&amp;postID=9068728483814557698' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/9068728483814557698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/9068728483814557698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-my-parents-never-understand-me.html' title='Why my parents never understand me?'/><author><name>Jang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715288767176881624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064491518598600563.post-5282624513079258578</id><published>2007-03-29T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T11:42:57.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can our minds exist separately from our bodies?</title><content type='html'>For those of you lazy students out there, you'll probably love this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can our minds exist separately from our bodies?&lt;br /&gt; -If they could, we’d just send our minds to class and sleep in&lt;br /&gt;         every morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-5282624513079258578?l=janggut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/5282624513079258578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064491518598600563&amp;postID=5282624513079258578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/5282624513079258578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/5282624513079258578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/2007/03/can-our-minds-exist-separately-from-our.html' title='Can our minds exist separately from our bodies?'/><author><name>Jang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715288767176881624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064491518598600563.post-8742230707698524527</id><published>2007-03-29T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:45:06.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Ways To Make Driving Less Boring</title><content type='html'>For those of you who drives; just got your driving license or if gonna get your driving license....check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write the words “Help me” on your back window in red paint. The more it looks like blood, the better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wave at people often. If they wave back, offer an angry look and an obscene gesture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hang numerous car-fresheners in the rear-view mirror. Talk to them, stroking them lovingly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep at least five cats in the car (OH YA BY THE WAY - MY WIFE HAS 5 LAZY CATS IN HER CAR).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop and collect roadkill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop at the green lights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go at red ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have conversations, looking periodically at the passenger seat, when driving alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear a Chicken suit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At stop lights, eye the person in the next car suspiciously. With a look of fear, lock your doors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064491518598600563-8742230707698524527?l=janggut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/feeds/8742230707698524527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064491518598600563&amp;postID=8742230707698524527' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/8742230707698524527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064491518598600563/posts/default/8742230707698524527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janggut.blogspot.com/2007/03/10-ways-to-make-driving-less-boring.html' title='10 Ways To Make Driving Less Boring'/><author><name>Jang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17715288767176881624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
